Exit West

by Mohsin Hamid

and the arc of a child’s life only appears for a while to match the arc of a parent’s, in reality one sits atop the other, a hill atop a hill, a curve atop a curve, and Saeed’s father’s arc now needed to curve lower, while his son’s still curved higher, for with an old man hampering them these two young

but that is the way of things, for when we migrate, we murder from our lives those we leave behind.

when we migrate

what struck Nadia most, and it struck her because it seemed so familiar, so much like the fury of the militants in her own city. She wondered whether she and Saeed had done anything by moving, whether the faces and buildings had changed but the basic reality of their predicament had not.

things are sabe fir migrants

has been said that depression is a failure to imagine a plausible desirable future for oneself, and, not just in Marin,

depression