There was no doubt. It was clearly Jamilah Al-Husayni. My cousin. I hadn’t seen her in three years, but I’d recognize that uncompromising, sharp-nosed visage anywhere.
“You said you had something important to tell me about my father.” The woman’s tone was businesslike, her words clipped. “That’s the only reason I agreed...
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...
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...