was so contagious that it made his father, who seldom laughed in public, chuckle.

    Niyaz watched the officer move around the hall; the white uniform reminded him of Tom Cruise again. He sat back in his chair and imagined he was in the cockpit of an F-16. He had his hands on imaginary joysticks.

God dammit, Mustang! This is Ghost Rider 117. This bogey is all over me. He's got missile lock on me. Do I have permission to fire?

    “May Roon Nissah Bee-gum?” the officer announced unsure of how to pronounce Niyaz’s mother’s name.

    She sprang from her chair like a cat which made Niyaz’s father shake his head and stand up calmly. They followed the officer to another line.

    “When y...

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