TURMOIL-CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 30 A’ISHA VI It was right after Subh. I sat in the kitchen a mug of tea in my hands, awaiting Papa Baasit’s scolding. When I’d arrived earlier, distraught, in tears, and barely coherent, he’d let me in without a word and then showed me into the guest room. Now after a fitful two-hour …