Diya for a scratch on the cheek = the price of two UK cows.
I still had fooled myself into thinking that this was a miraculous reconciliation with my father. Evidenced by the friendly phonecalls, the regular phonecalls he makes to me. Always thinking of me, just wanting to hear my voice. I still thought that leaving a pair of white sandals and a Mandala kit in his house were the signs that I would return to Morden soon. If not September 2009, than early 2010.
But he hasn't forgiven me. I should stop expecting he will. I don't know if I would, if the roles were reversed. Mamta is the cross my long-suffering mother has to bear, not my father.
I must live here. Karachi is my place of habitation from 2008. There is no prospect of my leaving for atleast 5 years. That is when I will need to renew my UK passport and I might be able to afford a plane ticket then. InshaAllah the recession will have been contained by then.
I will apply to that soul-sucking job for the US-based EDC organization, for which I have no precendent or solid aptitude for. I need the money. So I will apply. Leave the rest to God, for in His Hands is my daily bread.
I begin to glimpse at things as others seem to see them. Finally, I am an adult. *
*Wanna bet? Ha.
I still had fooled myself into thinking that this was a miraculous reconciliation with my father. Evidenced by the friendly phonecalls, the regular phonecalls he makes to me. Always thinking of me, just wanting to hear my voice. I still thought that leaving a pair of white sandals and a Mandala kit in his house were the signs that I would return to Morden soon. If not September 2009, than early 2010.
But he hasn't forgiven me. I should stop expecting he will. I don't know if I would, if the roles were reversed. Mamta is the cross my long-suffering mother has to bear, not my father.
I must live here. Karachi is my place of habitation from 2008. There is no prospect of my leaving for atleast 5 years. That is when I will need to renew my UK passport and I might be able to afford a plane ticket then. InshaAllah the recession will have been contained by then.
I will apply to that soul-sucking job for the US-based EDC organization, for which I have no precendent or solid aptitude for. I need the money. So I will apply. Leave the rest to God, for in His Hands is my daily bread.
I begin to glimpse at things as others seem to see them. Finally, I am an adult. *
*Wanna bet? Ha.
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