A Moment Comes
CHAPTER 1 TARIQ JUNE 3, 1947
“I know you will make us proud, Tariq,” Master Ahmed calls out to me as I step onto the dusty sidewalk outside the school gates.
I lift my palm to my face, fingertips to my forehead, bow. “Khuda hafiz.”
“And may He guard you as well,” Master Ahmed replies. “Give my best to your parents.”
I speed up as I round the corner with its scrubby cricket pitch. It seems like...