![]() Immediately they began to laugh and smoke, passing around a box of matches and a packet of Star cigarettes. ![]() But seven long years had passed - she couldn’t even be sure the patch was still empty.Ī group of young men entered the compartment. There was an empty patch at the western edge of the garden, and if anyone could coax mangoes out of that tree it would be Ammoo. La Ilaha Illallah, Muhammad ur Rasul Allah. She stared for a moment at Maya, then clamped the tiffin carrier between her knees, pulled out a string of prayer beads and began to mutter the Kalma under her breath. ‘Rajshahi tree, it belongs in Rajshahi.’Īn old lady with a tiffin carrier slid into the space beside her. ‘Tree won’t live,’ the farmer who sold it to her said. The tree had been difficult to wrap it was heavier than it looked and bulged awkwardly where the roots were packed in soil. Maya’s thoughts rested for a moment on this fact as she settled herself on the wooden bench in the third-class carriage, balancing on her lap the sum of all her worldly possessions: a small rucksack containing two saris, a kameez, a pair of trainers, a doctor’s case with a stetho and, for her mother, a young mango tree. It would not have been possible to go home if Silvi hadn’t died. ![]() Excerpted from The Good Muslim by Tahmima Anam (Harper Collins Books, 2011). ![]()
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