He wished he could get out of this place where he had to prove his Sikhism to save his life. He would pick up his things from Mano Majra and catch the first train. Perhaps there were no trains. And if there were, could he risk getting onto one? He cursed his luck for having a name like Iqbal, and then for being a … Where on earth except in India would a man’s life depend on whether or not his foreskin had been removed? It would be laughable if it were not tragic.
