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Then she added with venom: \u2018Someone should pull your hair so that you would know how painful it is.\u2019 \u2018I didn’t pull his hair,\u2019 Shahrazad cried out. \u2018He pulled mine.\u2019 \u2018Now you\u2019ve become a liar as well. How many times must I tell you that lying is a very low despicable habit, that only the servant\u2019s children pick up?\u2019<\/p>\n

Shahrazad wore a yellow satin dress with frills and bows and a pair of white shoes and white socks. At that hour of the day it was hot, even though it was November. Shahrazad longed for her comfortable cotton clothes. \u2018Now behave yourself at the party,\u2019 her mother said. \u2018Here is Malcolm\u2019s present. Don\u2019t forget to wish him Happy Birthday and say How Do You Do nicely to his mother.\u2019<\/p>\n

Shahrazad wondered what was in the enormous package for Malcolm. Malcolm ruined all his toys. She had told her mother so, over and over again, yet they always gave Malcolm such nice presents. Better than anything she had ever received. Except for her Leopard. Malcolm was always pushing her, spoiling her clothes (she always had to wear her best to visit him) but his ayah never said a word. His huge, blonde mother with her large hats and long white gloves, liked to dismiss his unruliness with the words, \u2018Boys will be boys.\u2019<\/p>\n

Except once, when Malcolm had twisted Shahrazad’ s arm around her back, thrown her down and kicked her in the stomach. Mrs Carter had caught him and sent him up to bed. \u2018Never, never let me catch you behaving like that,\u2019 she reprimanded him. \u2018And don’t ever hit a girl in the stomach.\u2019<\/p>\n

But Shahrazad\u2019 s mother had not been annoyed with Malcolm at all. \u2018I am sure Malcolm meant no harm,’ she said to Mrs Carter with her sweetest smile. \u2018He is such a nice boy. Shahrazad must have provoked him.’ Of course Shahrazad had protested. But her mother pinched her and scolded her and made her apologize to Mrs Carter and Malcolm.<\/p>\n

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Printed in Pakistan at Mas Printers, Karachi. Published by Ameena Saiyid, Oxford University Press 5-Bangalore Town, Sharae Faisal P.O. Box 13033, Karachi-75350, Pakistan. In memory of my father Isha \u2019at Habibullah (1911-1991) with love A Dragonfly in the Sun afternoon\u2019s light is caught in the dragonfly\u2019s wings where transparency permits no reflections and yet will not give free passage to the sun, preserving the surface brightness of delicate webbing as a fragile brilliance of gleaming points which make the wings nearly invisible and the diagonal markings appear as tiny irradiations of very faint pink and blue when the dragonfly darts up against the sun as if it plucked colours from the air and immediately discarded them: this is the moment of intensity, of the afternoon\u2019s light gathering in the garden in a brief flickering of a dragonfly\u2019s wings just above the red blossoms of the pomegranate.<\/p>\n

Zulfikar Ghose Thanks There are so many people who have given me invaluable help in putting together this book. I would particularly like to thank Ameena Saiyid, the Managing Director of OUP, for her unstinting support throughout; and to my editor, Yasmin Qureshi: she has helped me at every step and taken great pains to locate rare books for me.<\/p>\n

Source material was often a problem. Pakistani English work has such a low profile in the country that it\u2019s often hard to find.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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