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As the days dwindled towards the end of the week I knew only one thing: I couldn't return to our old life.
Haroon had taken Honour and Al with him,
They say some couples are joined in heaven, and on Earth they look for their partner soul to be with.
I knew I had found mine in her. And who can fight heaven?
The fire within her, and her soul, were eclipsing my own.
9/11 forced us to build another identity, to look deep and say who are we and what do we believe and is killing in the name of Islam part of that religion?
No. No. No.
People don't really change, they just adapt to circumstances.
Do you have a girlfriend?'
'No,' I said quickly.
Deny Honour again. Peter only denied Jesus three times. I must have denied Honour like three thousand times.
Honour, in her modern self-confidence, had grown up never having to face actual raw, passionate, drop-down-dead-hostility. She didn't really understand what was going to happen,
I steadied by guitar against the table, and steadied myself with it.
And forgot every rule I had ever known.
The drugs took over and she fell asleep then.
Only her face was visible, the medical equipment acting as some hideous hijab for her.
When I was a child I burnt the back of my right hand on a hot iron.
I can't recall the pain, but there's an eye-shaped scar as testament to it. As a teenager I used to think it was the all seeing eye of the anti-Christ and that I was the devil incarnate. Or at least a minion.
It was my right hand, innit?
What I do remember though is my father, or Dad as we called him, abandoning the polite Abbu, telling me not to cry and to be patient because the fires of hell were seventy times hotter than the fire of the iron.
It was things like that I remembered about Ruby, the incongruity, the struggle to find herself.
No matter what she wore though she was always Ruby, always herself.
I would find tiny flowers left by somebody else, and I would know Honour had been to London. I only felt a bit sad she hadn't let me know and met up with me.
She didn't mention anything when I went to Kent at the weekends either.
It was what it was.
Do you ever look up at the stars and try to contemplate the ends of the universe?
Look, my son, she is so beautiful, she has fair skin and green eyes and brown hair.'
'She's English?' I asked cheekily, holding the cheap photo print with trepidation.
Which unfortunate victim had they found for me to marry in what backwater, unbeknownst that my heart was not for trading? Honour would quote Shakespeare to make a point; for me, it was always Rumi.
'La hawla wala kuwwat... May God protect us from such misfortune... you think I have lost my senses that I would marry you to a white girl?' My mum used the word gori as an insult and yet when she talked about Billo she said 'Look how gori she is.'
Oh, Mum, the irony.
'Well, you seem pretty obsessed with green eyes and skin colour,' I mumbled.
'She is gorgeous.' Mum went on ignoring me. 'Think how beautiful your children, my grandchildren, will be? They will have cats' eyes, just like Billo.'
Honour has fair skin and green eyes too, and just think how beautiful your grandchildren will be if they're mixed race, I thought.
I didn't say that to my mum, obviously.
You feel well, Ali? You have a very faraway look on your face, beta,' my dad said. 'Like you have left your heart behind.'
He fixed me with eyes as liquid black as mine and for a moment I felt exposed, like he could see right through me. That irrational childhood thought that he could read my mind maybe.
'What nonsense, his heart is here with his mother and his family. Tell him, Ali,' my mother said.
'Begum, this generation of boys and girls, you know how they are.' My dad never said my mother's name; she was always Begum, the generic term for 'wife'.
Ruby clapped her hands in glee and gave a comedic wiggle of her head, Bollywood style.
I know the song now, can even sing it, but back then all I heard was the verdant Punjabi, the striking primary colours of the five rivers, the intricate history of a complex land.
I couldn't help but think of Al's pre-ordained betrothal to Billo and of how hard the match-makers had worked to find the girl beautiful enough to match this extraordinary man - this extraordinary man of mine.
Honour and I would have to create our world, live by our own rules. My family wasn't ready for her just yet.
I didn't know if they ever would be.
I wanted my eternity in carbon molecules, in being part of the trees, the sky, air itself
He looked straight at me and winked. On anyone else it would have looked ridiculous - 1996 had moved beyond the language of winking at girls.
My heart was in my mouth. I realised that I had no desire to know any more about her past. What was behind her made me feel sick, petrified. Only the future mattered now.
Her voice was erudite, interesting; the voice of someone who straddled two cultures with a surety and style that I wished my boyfriend could find. She was smart, funny, and, above all, completely capable of controlling her life and what happened to it.
The alternatives in my life went through my mind. Unemployed, alone, despairing, watching daytime TV. That couldn't end well.
Or helping people, like genuinely making a difference. Imagine waking up and doing that every day?