Tipu Sahib

“In the early years after the collapse, we were in written contact with Mullah Sahib,” Motasim says.

He, with others, thinking the miss-sahib had gone to church, was smoking the hookah of gossip in a neighboring compound.

Both animal and man seemed to be dozing, but they woke into activity when the sahib approached.

This rascal was owed a debt for the indignity he had offered the sahib in the village, and now he was paid in full.