But they're here too, Mariam, in this very neighborhood, these soft men.”
There's a teacher living down the street, Hakim is his name,”
and I see his wife Fariba all the time walking the streets alone with nothing on her head but a scarf.
It embarrasses me, frankly, to see a man who's lost control of his wife.”
He fixed Mariam with a hard glare. “But I'm a different breed of man, Mariam.”
“Where I come from, one wrong look, one improper word, and blood is spilled.”
Where I come from, a woman's face is her husband's business only.”
“I want you to remember that. Do you understand?” Mariam nodded.
When he extended the bag to her, she took it. The earlier pleasure over his approval of her cooking had evaporated.
In its stead, a sensation of shrinking. This man's will felt to Mariam as imposing and immovable as the Safid koh mountains looming over Gul Daman.
Rasheed passed the paper bag to her. “We have an understanding, then. Now, let me have some more of that daal.”
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