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Contents
ОглавлениеTitle Page
Dedication
Map
Author’s Note
Prologue
The mullah bends down, his long grey-black beard brushing agains…
Chapter One
I see a face, a white face, but I don’t…
Chapter Two
We were met at Heathrow by a gaggle of relatives…
Chapter Three
After ten months at Fatima’s I’d become used to Dad…
Chapter Four
We arrived at Hamilton Terrace to find the house deserted.
Chapter Five
In Dad’s absence Rafiq appeared to make himself useful, at…
Chapter Six
I was about 15 feet up, but it felt like…
Chapter Seven
All that flight I kept checking to see if I…
Chapter Eight
The next few days were spent exploring my immediate surroundings.
Chapter Nine
The group that gathered for our farewell to Pakistan wasn’t…
Chapter Ten
After prayers we trooped back to the sleeping quarters. The…
Chapter Eleven
I lay awake most of that night, pain and worry…
Chapter Twelve
I pestered Abad several times to tell me what he…
Chapter Thirteen
The village of small mud houses that lay at the…
Chapter Fourteen
The journey was long, two or three hours, and I…
Chapter Fifteen
I woke to the sound of the early morning call…
Chapter Sixteen
Malik wasn’t the only rebel kid in the village. There…
Chapter Seventeen
One afternoon, 10 days or so before Fatima and Ayesha’s…
Chapter Eighteen
There was a minibus waiting at Heathrow to take me…
Epilogue
I’m standing on the doorstep of a council house near…
Acknowledgments
Credits
Copyright
About the Publisher
