Chapters (61)
- Cover
- PRAISE FOR The Wild Ones
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- The Beginning, or How Paheli Became the First Wild One; With a Cameo by Taraana, the Boy Made of Stars.
- An Introduction; Hold On to Your Hats.
- The Sweetness in the Sugarcane, or The Impractical Nature of Immortality
- Paheli: The Vagrant Experiences of a Mango Addict
- Cotton Candy Sugar Screams
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- “Will You Walk into My Parlor?” Said the Spider to the Fly.
- The Best Ice Cream in the World, Teddy Bears, and a Tree Creature.
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- I.
- The Reappearance of the Boy Made of Stars and the Plight of the Girl by the Oleander Lane.
- Paheli: An Interlude in Blue
- Besieged in the Between
- Tea, the City of Stairs, and the Story of a Boy
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- Heartbreak, Stone Buildings, and Tandoori
- Observations, Conversations, and Hot Parantha
- Paheli: The Spies Who Came In from the Between
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- The French Quarter, the Spanish Half, and Eulalie
- Paheli: The Eggplant Overture
- Sunny Jelly Beans, Po’Boys, and “Alouette”
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- The Keeper of the Green and the Mysteries of Magic
- Blood and the Between
- The Library of the Lost and the Stories of the Silenced
- Walking in Wicked Ways or The Importance of Balık Ekmek
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- Looking for the Needle in the Haystack
- Paheli: The Peculiar Crackle in the Electricity
- Ten Degrees Past Despair
- The Fault in the Stars
- The Blue City in the Mountains
- Paheli: Disharmony in the Attics
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- Paheli: Continued
- The Politics of a Body, the Politics of Pleasure
- The Medina, the Riad, and the Red City
- Paheli: The Atlas Mountains, the Cozy Rooftop, and the Confession, Possibly of Love
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- Souks, Spices, and Survival: A Guide into Chaos
- Jemaa el-Fna: The Mosque at the End of the World
- Paheli: A Moment in Chartreuse
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- Paheli: On the Frailties of the Heart
- Sonagi, or A Sudden Rain
- Paheli: The Cheese in the Trap
- Paheli: The Maze and the Minotaur
- A New Era, a New Dar; the River Sings
- The Burning Door, the Fallen City, and Taraana 2.0
- Paheli: The Beginning of Forever
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- Moving One Rock at a Time Will Eventually Move a Mountain, aka Goodbye
- Acknowledgments
- More from the Author
- About the Author
“You… You are going to go to the place they’re holding the children?” she asks, even though she knows my answer. I nod anyway. She falls quiet, thinking. “I’ll go with you. No, don’t say anything. Hear me out.” She squeezes my hand, and I get some of the comfort I need. “I’m scared, of course I am, but now that I know, how can I pretend I don’t?”
Nothing else needs to be said.
We leave the mansion quickly. Luck is on our side as the gates are open; we slip out, unseen by human eyes. After flickering into visibility in the shadows of a mango tree, we find a taxi willing to take us to the park named by Baarish’s son. It is a little after noon, and the sun is at its zenith; the heat crawls on our skin. The taxi driver drops us at the park, and after asking around, we find an enclosed area nearby containing a number of warehouses.
We stand outside, invisible to humans once again, looking at the sun glancing off the corrugated tin roofs of the warehouses. To tell you the truth, even though it reveals me as the coward I am, I wish we had left before I heard what I did in Baarish’s study. I wish I hadn’t eavesdropped on them. I wish I could go back in time and tell myself not to.
People talk a lot about courage and its expressions. But sometimes courage isn’t enough. Sometimes, no matter how much you yearn to do good, you cannot make yourself take that first step.
I go down on my haunches and bury my head between my knees. I know I will have to see this through just as I know that what I will see in the next hour will destroy me a little. I can’t endure it when people exploit and hurt children, and here, they’re doing both.
Hah.
Widad says nothing, but I feel even guiltier. I should have thought harder before I brought her here.
“Let’s go,” she says when I remain unmoving for five minutes.
That first step is one of the most difficult ones I have taken. We walk softly but we needn’t have. No human guards stand at the gates, which are closed but not locked. The entire place has a deserted feel to it that would only fool the humans. You see, we can feel the magic.