When a relative named Mousey returned from London — Rafik helped drive him out of Pakistan — and when he sought the land of his family, the clashes became fierce. The scene of intentional crop destruction and revenge is the driving force for landing.
“Other names for love” require this friction. Soomro writes clean, vibrant texts, and while this novel has some elegance, it lacks the worldview and drill insights that take it to another level.
I once did not stop writing the curse of praise in the margin with a pencil. Sometimes it doesn’t mean anything, but sometimes it means a lot. As the second half begins to drift, the lack of electrical observation and intelligence becomes more apparent.
We will meet Fahad a few years later. He lives in London, where he finds his social circle. He is a successful writer. His partner, Alex, cooks Beef Dove, a dish served by Mrs. Ramsey at a critical moment in Virginia Woolf’s “To the Lighthouse.” Fahad wears flashy clothes and puts his hair on the top of his head as if he were wearing a helmet. His father visits him and tells him that he looks like a woman.
Fahad is now called home again by his mother. The family is facing ruin. However, Fahad remains painful to be sent to the west. He is thinking:
What if that was true? Will he go? They clap their hands and were able to send him out as a 16-year-old boy. Since he didn’t fit their purpose, he hampered their ambitions, and hit them again years later, do you expect him to come back? He thought he had conquered them, the anger he had in his early days in London, the desire to punish his parents someday because his parents punished him, but now He felt a sense of their return.
It wouldn’t be a sport to give any more, but Fahad is back to witness the chaos of loss and old age. He gets in touch with Ali. Perhaps his crouching father thinks Fahad will write a book about him.
