The Reluctant Fundamentalist

by Mohsin Hamid

“Chris and I used to come to the park a lot. We’d bring this basket with us and just read or hang out for hours.” “Was it when he died,” I asked, “that you stopped coming?” “I stopped,” she answered, plucking a daisy, “a bunch of things. For a while I stopped talking to people. I stopped eating. I had to go to the hospital. They told me not to think about it so much and put me on medication.