The alternatives in my life went through my mind. Unemployed, alone, despairing, watching daytime TV. That couldn’t end well.Or helping people, like genuinely making a difference. Imagine waking up and doing that every day?
As the days dwindled towards the end of the week I knew only one thing: I couldn’t return to our old life. Haroon had taken Honour and Al with him,
People don’t really change, they just adapt to circumstances.
They say some couples are joined in heaven, and on Earth they look for their partner soul to be with.I knew I had found mine in her. And who can fight heaven?
The fires of hell were seventy times hotter than the fires of the iron.
I had to be an adult, be a father without a son, so for one last moment I needed to be a son who needed his mother.
Honour and I would have to create our world, live by our own rules. My family wasn’t ready for her just yet. I didn’t know if they ever would be.
My heart was in my mouth. I realised that I had no desire to know any more about her past. What was behind her made me feel sick, petrified. Only the future mattered now.
There was a time when I was lucky enough to believe that ‘There’s this girl in Pakistan’ would be the worst five words that Al ever said to me. Years later, they would be totally eclipsed by ‘They can’t find a heartbeat’.
Honour looked so much like a child herself, confined to bed, a white nightgown, like one of those maudlin Victorian dolls. Her cheeks were red, like someone had painted them, but I knew it was from rubbing, wiping away her melancholy.
Do you have a girlfriend?”No,’ I said quickly.Deny Honour again. Peter only denied Jesus three times. I must have denied Honour like three thousand times.
I needed a fresh start, away from the memories that we had made for him, away from the home that didn’t feel like my own anymore.Away from the people that had been ready to welcome him. Away from Honour and Ali.
Five words that were the hardest words I would ever have to say,Five pillars of my faith that couldn’t save him that day.Five rivers, the Panj Aab, that didn’t flow through his veins.Five minutes that changed our world forever.
Do you ever look up at the stars and try to contemplate the ends of the universe?
9/11 forced us to build another identity, to look deep and say who are we and what do we believe and is killing in the name of Islam part of that religion?No. No. No.
It was things like that I remembered about Ruby, the incongruity, the struggle to find herself.No matter what she wore though she was always Ruby, always herself.
The drugs took over and she fell asleep then.Only her face was visible, the medical equipment acting as some hideous hijab for her.
The evening that Al and I met became the night that we met. By the time we fell asleep at daybreak we were different people
I steadied by guitar against the table, and steadied myself with it.And forgot every rule I had ever known.
I wanted my eternity in carbon molecules, in being part of the trees, the sky, air itself
There is something so special in the early leaves drifting from the trees – as if we are all to be allowed a chance to peel, to refresh, to start again.
Honour, in her modern self-confidence, had grown up never having to face actual raw, passionate, drop-down-dead-hostility. She didn’t really understand what was going to happen,
The sadness began later, in waves as crushing as the contractions had been,
Her English was sweet, an effort for her, anachronistic and unpractised.