After their confusing conversation about prayer, Saeed can’t stop thinking about Nadia.
The next day, he finds himself distracted at work, unable to write a sales pitch to a soap company. Although he’s one of the younger employees at his agency, which sells outdoor advertising placements to local companies, his boss has taken a liking to him, which is why he asked him to pitch the soap company. The task is rather important, since the economy is sluggish from mounting unrest but Saeed can’t focus.
By the end of the day, he has only barely scraped together enough information and research to submit for his boss’s approval. Nonetheless, when he hands it in at the last possible moment, his boss seems “preoccupied,”
writing several small suggestions in the margins and telling
Saeed to send it to the company. Something about his expression made Saeed feel sorry for him Hamid notes.
In this scene, readers witness the initial effects of Nadia on Saeed.Judging by his inability to concentrate at work, it’s clear he feelsconnected to Nadia, though at this point this connection is more ofan idea than an actual bond. Still, the percolating romance giveshim something to focus on, an escape from his current reality, whichis perhaps a healthy thing, since clearly other elements of hiseveryday lifelike having to contend with the failing economy—areless than ideal. Indeed, the mounting tension in the city brings itselfto bear on Saeed’s company, worrying his boss so much that hedoesn’t even notice Saeed’s sloppy work. In this way, Hamid subtlyshows readers the pervasive effects of the violence spreadingthrough the city.As Saeed’s sales pitch makes its way through the internet, a married woman sleeps in a wealthy neighborhood in Australia.
Her husband is away, and her house’s alarm system is off because she forgot to turn it on. Although it’s dark outside, her bedroom is suffused in the faint illumination of her charging laptop. However, the door to her closet, which opens into the bedroom, is a rectangle of complete darkness—the heart of darkness
From this elemental blackness, a man is emerging.
First his head and woolly hair appear in the frame, “wriggl[ing]
with great effort as his hands clutch either side of the doorjamb, pulling him into the faintly lit room. Slowly but surely,
his body emerges from the black door until he’s fully in the room, at which point he slips by the sleeping woman and escapes through the open window.
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