“Don’t ask questions. Just obey! Your father is brimming with ideas now. Quick! Pen and paper!”
“The ones that you bought me when the world had not yet been in existence? I doubt if I will see one.”
“Just search! Search frantically. Ask your brothers!”
“My brothers? That would be as useless as trying to sell razors to the Taliban.”
“Aafia…Just search…Be fast! Hunger is hitting us fast! Let us fight back!”
Aafia left quickly, leaving Saeed to saunter in deep thought, his thumb on his lips. He then began to think aloud after a while. “I guess I have to force out the required skills. What will the caption be? A man on grains of rice and beans? No. That is not good enough.” He leaned on his workshop table. “Let me see…” he continued to think aloud. “Survival on two grains of rice and bean
