The seatbelt sign was lit so they hurried back in preparation for landing. Nimbus clouds filled the sky with intermittent bursts of blue, revealing the brilliant spires of skyscrapers lording over New York City. Yusef was glued to the window, his nose pressed up against it. Azra took great pleasure watching her new son search for the city of silver and gold, light refracting and bouncing off the shiny wing of the airplane like a laser blinding them.
She had forgotten about the man who followed her after she delivered her paper at the conference, forgotten about the warning she received from the Ahdi Foundation when she paid to falsify Yusef’s papers so he would be declared an orphan and facilitate the Guardianship Order. When they had passed through immigration in the Islamabad Airport she had prayed they would not be detained. Now that they were disembarking at J.F.K., she looked forward to the reckless taxi ride home to their new residence in Queens.