Chapter IV
Mariam’s father Jalil would visit them every Thursday. He always dressed in a suit with necktie, his moustache was trimmed, and his nails were well-manicured. Mariam loved her father so much, that before Thursday she was always restless and fretting whether her father was prevented by those business entanglements. Jalil would take Mariam to fish in the stream, taught her how to cast her line, to gut a trout and how to lift the meat off the bone. Jalil told her Afghanistan was no longer a monarchy but a republic country. Jalil would bring Mariam some small gift, like candy and pendant. Mariam dreamed of brewing tea for her father, shopping with him in the vaulted bazaar and went out on his Buick.
Mariam’s father Jalil would visit them every Thursday. He always dressed in a suit with necktie, his moustache was trimmed, and his nails were well-manicured. Mariam loved her father so much, that before Thursday she was always restless and fretting whether her father was prevented by those business entanglements. Jalil would take Mariam to fish in the stream, taught her how to cast her line, to gut a trout and how to lift the meat off the bone. Jalil told her Afghanistan was no longer a monarchy but a republic country. Jalil would bring Mariam some small gift, like candy and pendant. Mariam dreamed of brewing tea for her father, shopping with him in the vaulted bazaar and went out on his Buick.
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