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opposite side of this hill and come out the other side of town." But Ayesha and Mishal had already started back; the prophetess was supporting the other, ashen woman, holding her around the waist.
"Mishal, for God's sake," Mirza Saeed called after his wife. "For the love of God. What will I do with the motor-car?" The seven bedraggled travellers stood thigh--deep in water at the intersection of the street of bicycle repairers and the alley of the basket-weavers. Slowly, slowly, the water had begun to go down. "Face it," Mirza Saeed argued. "The
But she went on down the hill, towards the flood, leaning heavily on Ayesha the seer, without looking round.
This was how Mirza Saeed Akhtar came to abandon his beloved Mercedes-Benz station wagon near the entrance to the drowned mines of Sarang, and join in the foot-pilgrimage to the Arabian Sea.