Because when Kabul finally did unroll before us, I was certain, absolutely certain, that he had taken a wrong turn somewhere.
‘Where are the trees?’ I said. ‘People cut them down for firewood in the winter,’ Farid said. The Shorawi cut a lot of them down too.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Snipers used to hide in them.’
I could have run like everyone else. But I didn’t. I stayed. I stayed because of them.’ He pointed to the door. ‘If I deny him one child, he takes ten. So I let him take one and leave the judging to Allah. I swallow my pride and take his goddamn filthy … dirty money. Then I go to the bazaar and buy food for the children.’