enough for Abdul too and he would collect his plate and eat in his room.
She put her knife down as soon as she saw us and opened her arms for an embrace. âYouâre back! What happened at the ministry? What did he want?â
âEverything was fine, Maadar,â I said, falling into her arms. âThey summoned several of us journalists. Yasir was there. Apparently my name is still on some old listâI shouldnât have been summoned, I think.â
âBut what happened?â she pressed. âAre you okay? Iâm so glad youâre home safe.â
âYes, Iâm fine! It was an announcementâapparently the government is trying to correct its image problem.â
âDonât be so glib. You arenât going to write anything, are you?â
âOf course not.â I saw Wahidiâs gun again, felt his cigarette smoke stinging my eyes. The silence pressing down on me. He wanted me to understand that he controlled my life, that he could impose his will on my body and my mind. He was trying to imprison me in the burka, in my home, and in my thoughts. I would stick to my vow and not write another word until I left, but only to ensure our safety.
âTheyâre going to promote cricket.â
âWho?â
âThe Taliban. Wahidi. Heâs going to hold a tournament in three weeks and the winning team will go to Pakistan to train professionally.â
âCricket! Of all things.â
âFor men only, of course. Iâm going to teach Jahan and our cousins to play and win. Once heâs out, he can join me in the States.â
âYouâre making it sound so easy.â She frowned, mulling over our plan. âAnd if they lose?â
âThen Iâll send for him when Iâm with Shaheen,â I added with forced cheerfulness. âOf course, Iâll only leave when youâre well again and you will come too.â
âThat may not happen,â she said quietly. âBut it will make me so happy knowing youâre both together,â she said and smiled. âI was depressed because with you gone too, who would look after him here?â
I put my arm around her shoulders and felt her trembling. âDonât you think you should be resting? I can do the cooking.â
âWhile I feel well, I want to cook. You do it every day. We need more vegetables for the quorma and a few pieces of chicken. Give Abdul the money.â
I left her in the kitchen, humming to herself, without pain for this brief moment.
Outside the kitchen, Jahan stopped me and threw his arms around me. For the first time since his return to Kabul from Delhi, he looked, and even felt, exuberant.
âIâm leaving, I canât believe it!â he whispered.
âYou havenât won the match yet. Thereâs a long way to go. Youâll have to apply for a U.S. visa in Pakistan before you can get there.â
âWe will win, with your coaching. Iâm sure thereâs no one else in Kabul who knows cricket as well as you.â
âWeâll have to see,â I said, hoping he was right. âI was so worried about how you would leave, and now you will. You could be out even quicker than me.â
âIâll wait for you in Pakistan so we can travel together.â
âNo, you must go on to the States as soon as you can to join Shaheen. I wonât be far behind.â
âYou must write to him and get things in orderâwho knows how soon . . .â His voice trailed off.
I nodded and swallowed, holding back the tearsâit had been such a long day.
âI wrote to him two weeks ago,â I said. âI donât know whatâs taking him so long to reply. He said he was starting a new job in a bank, so maybe thatâs keeping him busy. I suppose it takes time for the papers to be prepared. I will write again.â
âAnd this time ask him to send us the name of the smuggler who helped him. He
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