and He has made the sun and the moon subservient; each one runs on to an assigned term; now surely He is the Mighty, the Great Forgiver.
“Kneel,” the Talib said. O my Lord! Forgive and have mercy, for you are the best of the merciful ones.
“Kneel here, hamshira. And look down.” One last time, Mariam did as she was told.
PART FOUR - 48
Tariq has headaches now. Some nights, Laila awakens and finds him on the edge of their bed, rocking,
his undershirt pulled over his head. The headaches began in Nasir Bagh, he says, then worsened in prison.
Sometimes they make him vomit, blind him in one eye.
He says it feels like a butcher's knife burrowing in one temple, twisting slowly through his brain, then poking out the other side.
“I can taste the metal, even, when they begin.” Sometimes Laila wets a cloth and lays it on his forehead and that helps a little.
The little round white pills Sayeed's doctor gave Tariq help too.
But some nights, all Tariq can do is hold his head and moan, his eyes bloodshot, his nose dripping.
Laila sits with him when he's in the grip of it like that, rubs the back of his neck,
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