Alif the Unseen

By G. WILLOW WILSON  |  August 14, 2012

Their day will come, Abdullah had told him once. They had been smoking a well-packed hookah on the back stoop of Radio Sheikh, watching a couple of feral cats breed on a garbage heap. They will wake up one morning and realize their civilization has been pulled out from under them, inch by inch, dollar by dollar, just as ours was. They will know what it is to have been asleep for the most important century of their history.

That doesn't help us, Alif had said.

No, said Abdullah, but it certainly makes me feel better.

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