The Sibai home was virtually a replica of the Badirs’, only the furnishings different. Laila’s room overlooked the garden from the second floor, just as Ami- ra’s did—she, at last, had her own room, a sign that she was approaching womanhood. Flushed from dancing, they collapsed on the bed.

“Well, little sparrow, I hope you enjoyed that,” said Laila, “because I’m sorry to tell you we probably won’t be listening to the radio much anymore.”

“Why not?”

“I think my father has chosen a husband for me. I think he’ll make his decision known when, God willing, he returns from India.”

Amira tried to sound enthusiastic. “Laila! This is wonderful news. Con- gratulations. Who is it?”

“I don’t know. I only hope he’s not too old and ugly.” “Oh, he won’t be. I know he won’t.”

“God willing.”

“But this is so exciting!”

“Yes,” Laila agreed. “Yes, it is. To tell you the truth, I’m thrilled. Isn’t it what we all dream of ? But at the same time, it’ll change things between you and me.”

Amira felt her heart sink. “Are you saying we won’t be seeing each other anymore?”

“No, no! Of course not. We’ll see lots of each other, God willing, even if I live far away. It’ll just be different.”

“Well, of course. With a husband—and children, may God give you many.” “Yes. It’s like entering a new life. I’ll be a real grown-up, and I’ll have to act like one. My duty will be to my husband, whomever he might be.” Laila was silent for a moment, then said, “I wish that … well, never mind what I wish. It’s unimportant.” Suddenly, she brightened. “Did you know that I’ve driven a car?”

“What? When?” It was illegal for women to drive in al-Remal. The sight alone would have drawn the religious police, the regular police, and a crowd of angry citizens.

“With Malik, last summer. I disguised myself as a boy. Sneaked some clothes from my brother Salim’s room, wore them under my abeyya, which I then took off. It was an adventure. We went out into the country, out where they’re building the new airport, and Malik showed me what to do.” “But, Laila, what could have possessed you?”

“You’re right, it was crazy. Anything might have happened—what if the car had broken? But I’ll never forget.” Again Laila paused, reaching out to stroke Amira’s hair. “You should do it, little sparrow. Get Malik to take you. He’s your brother, mahram. You won’t even have to make up a story to get out of the house with him. I do recommend the disguise, though, in case someone sees you driving. Besides, it’s fun to masquerade as a boy.”

“Oh, I couldn’t. Never.”