Qayyum raised the buttered bread to his nose, the scent of it a confirmation that Allah himself loved the French more than the Pashtun. Beside him, Kalam Khan, impatient for the taste of fruit, bit right through the skin of an orange to get to the flesh beneath, eyes closed in pleasure as his jaws w…
How to write about Pakistan
1 Qayyum raised the buttered bread to his nose, the scent of it a confirmation...
‘In our grandmother’s generation, when people became more religious, they turned devout. Now they turn fundamentalist.’