Hassan looked to the driver. “How do you stay in this country of ghosts?” The driver shrugged. “This is our home,” he said. "The ghosts are...
"My faith in Hassan’s recovery may seem irrational," Jamilah said. "Like I’m a loser with no life, secluding myself in this clinic, holding on to Hassan...
This week, the verses are flying. “The Qur’an teaches violence! See these verses?” “No, it teaches peace! See what came before that one? See these other...
Jamilah’s heart began to thud. She’d imagined this meeting for a long time. She felt deeply sad for Kadija’s loss, but she also felt abandoned by...
She kneeled beside the bed, so that her face was on a level with his. “Shamsi wants to pull the plug on you, Hassan. Do you...
Now here they were, she and Hassan, beneath the western sky after all - you couldn't get any more west than this, at the sharp edge...
This, Jamilah thought, is what he would look like if he had never gone missing, never been perverted into something evil. This is the grown-up Charlie...
Jamilah thought that Hassan would not respond, and that it was all over. He would die here, on the cracked and cold asphalt of this parking...
Hassan opened his eyes and met the Armenian gunman's intense gaze. Comprehension dawned. This was the sign he'd prayed for.
Jamilah's eyes were open and bright. Hassan almost felt that he could read a message in her flashing gaze and firm jaw: "Do what you have...
