Badriya looked surprised.
“It’s just that you look like it’s bothering you. You’ve been holding your back all day long. I think you’d feel better if you let me rub it.”
“That’s just what I need. You’re right. I have some oil here. Let me lie down.” She wasted no time leading the way back to her bed, where she stretched out on her side, her back to me. She wiggled her dress up to her neck, looking over to make sure the door was closed.
I dipped my fingers into the tin of animal fat and started to knead into her back. Rolls of skin hung loosely around her waist.
“Wooeee wooooeee,” she moaned. I rolled my eyes. She tended to complain about her back only when there was something to be done around the house. Other times, she loved to point out that she was more active than Jameela and even Shahnaz, who were both much younger than her. Just another one of her contradictions.
She was putting on a good show now, although it wasn’t necessary.
“Akkkh, you’re young. You have no idea what aches and pains are. Have a couple more children and you’ll see. My back, my knees, even my neck! Every part of me hurts from morning to night. And the road from here to Kabul is long and bumpy. My muscles get so stiff that by the time we get to the city, I can barely straighten my legs.”
I kneaded harder, knowing she loved the attention. She had brought up Kabul, though, and I searched for a way to broach Khala Shaima’s idea.
“Are you going back to Kabul soon?”
“In about three weeks. The parliament is meeting again. We have to vote on a couple of laws and there are some subjects up for discussion. Things you wouldn’t understand.”
My massage must have relaxed her. She was falling into her old habits and boasting about her position. This was what had gotten her black and blue under Abdul Khaliq’s fist before she’d even taken the seat in the jirga.
“It must be a lot of work for you to do while you’re there.”
“Oh, it is. It’s a huge responsibility. And going back and forth from here to Kabul is exhausting. It’s not easy.”
“You must be so tired.” My tongue felt heavy and awkward saying things I didn’t mean. Badriya hardly lifted a finger around the house and her children were mostly grown. They helped her with what little she had to do. And if she was so happy to have been elected to the seat in the jirga, then she should have been happy to travel to Kabul.
“I am—I am so tired. Push harder here,” she said, pointing somewhere in her lower back.
I told myself not to huff. My fingers started to cramp but I dug my palms in where she had pointed. I needed her cooperation for the plan that was starting to take shape in my mind. Khala Shaima had planted a seed.
“You know, I was thinking, maybe I could help you in Kabul.”
“You? Help me?” Badriya balked. I gritted my teeth. “You’re young, just a girl! You know nothing about the jirga or what goes on there. It’s government business, not child’s play.”
It had been a long time since I’d had time for any kind of child’s play. And, as Khala Shaima had explained, Badriya had no experience or knowledge to qualify her to participate in the parliament. She was there only because Abdul Khaliq wanted her to be.
“I just thought I could help you with some of the smaller things, like filling out any paperwork or reading through the Kabul newspapers . . .”
Badriya’s breathing paused. I could feel her hips tense under my hands. “You . . . you wouldn’t mind that kind of thing? You can read?”
“Sure.”
“And you can write too?”
“Yes.”
“And you can do it well? Not just a couple letters here and there?”
“Yes. I got high marks in school on writing and reading. Better than my classmates,” I said before reminding myself not to reminisce too long on that time of my life.
“Hm. I’ll think about it. It’s a demanding job and I could use some help with it . . . but I wonder what Abdul Khaliq would say. You know he doesn’t like for us to be away from home. He made an exception for me,” she said with an arrogance that could not be contained.
“He is different with you. I think it would be best if you would explain to him that I would be there for you, to make things easier on you. Because obviously he likes you best.”
She looked satisfied with my reasoning. For a moment she forgot how often Abdul Khaliq called me to spend the night with him. As if the night was not bad enough, I always had Badriya’s bitterness to look forward to the following morning. Once she beat me with her sandal for breaking a plate when she had seen her son knock it from my hand. Everything was reported back to our mother-in-law, who took exceptional pride in reinforcing my punishments.
“What about your son? Jahangir is still young. You would leave him behind? Bibi Gulalai is not going to like that idea.”
She was seriously considering my proposition. I hadn’t thought my idea through so I spoke slowly, making it up as I went along.
“I think I could bring him along. He’s not a difficult child so I don’t think he would disturb you much. I could look after him in Kabul and still help you out.” I stopped myself before I said anything about Bibi Gulalai. She hated everything I did anyway.
“I don’t know if Abdul Khaliq wants his son traveling to Kabul.” She seemed skeptical but I felt an opening. I pushed it.
“Just bring it up with him. Please. I think I could be useful to you.”
“But why? Why do you want to do this?” She turned around to see my face. Her eyes narrowed to slits. I shifted and moved my hands to her shoulders, trying to divert her attention.
“Because . . . because you have so much to do and I thought . . . well, I’ve always wanted to see Kabul. I thought this would be a good chance. As you said, Abdul Khaliq makes exceptions for you, so maybe if you discussed it with him, and told him that I could help you . . . maybe he would agree?”
She closed her eyes and let out a sigh as I worked my way over to her shoulders. She liked the idea. Now we just had to work on our husband.
I hoped she would be as convincing as I was.
Every time I asked her about it, she shrugged me off. She either hadn’t had a chance to ask him or she had forgotten, or he wasn’t in the right mood to bring it up. Her next trip to Kabul was coming up soon. Two weeks away. One week away. I became discouraged. She didn’t have the nerve, even though I knew she liked the idea. A few days after I approached her, she’d asked me to read a few things around the house. I think she was testing me. Not that she could tell the difference but she seemed reassured that I actually could make sense of letters.
When just two days remained Badriya finally approached Abdul Khaliq. The way Badriya told it, he wasn’t excited by the idea, but after much cajoling, she managed to get him to agree. I asked her again when I brought her the dresses she’d asked me to press.
“Make no mistake, he wasn’t for the idea at all. And for all the reasons I had predicted. I really didn’t think that even I could get him to agree, but he did. So there you go. You got your wish. We’ll leave Sunday to be there in time for Monday’s session. You’d better make yourself very useful to me there or I’ll regret going to such trouble for you.”
“You won’t regret it—you’ll see! Thank you so much! I’d better pack some things for me and Jahangir!”
“Just you,” she said, and turned her back toward me. She put the clothes directly into a duffel bag. “You won’t need to pack anything for Jahangir.”
“Why not?” I asked, confused.
“He’s not going. Abdul Khaliq says he’s too young to travel. He said Jameela can take care of him while we’re away.”
I became tense. I’d never been apart from Jahangir. The mention of leaving him made my heart fall. Should I insist? Should I stay behind?
“Oh, I didn’t think . . . he said that? For sure?”
“For sure? Do you think there’s any mistaking what Abdul Khaliq says? It’s always for sure, Rahima. Just pack a few clothes together. Jahangir will be fine with Jameela. She’s got a soft spot for little children.”
I squirmed still. “How long would we be gone for?”
“Rahima, enough with these idiotic questions. Parliament is in session for four months. I’ve been going back and forth to get things prepared and we get breaks.”
“Breaks for what?”
“Breaks are for us to come back to the areas we represent. To meet with people and get an idea of the issues at home.”
“But you’ve never met with anyone.”
“Do you think Abdul Khaliq would have me running around town talking with this and that one? Honestly, it doesn’t matter. No one is checking up on us and I don’t think any of the others actually go back to talk to constituents. Who needs to? I’m sure everyone in this region has the same issues we do.”
“And what issues are those?”
Badriya looked frustrated. “Maybe you don’t have enough to do around the house! Have you been sitting and thinking of nonsense to ask me? You won’t be talking with people in Kabul but you might be seen, so bring your nicer clothes. Not that ratty blue housedress you always wear.”
The ratty blue housedress. I’d worn it so much I could almost see through the material, as Shahnaz had snickered and pointed out one day. I’d been embarrassed but it was hard retiring it. The navy blue reminded me of a pair of blue jeans I’d happily worn for a few months. Denim. In denim, I had been free to run down the block, to walk with my best friend’s arm around my shoulder, to kick a soccer ball between the goalkeeper’s legs. That ratty blue housedress was my freedom flag, but no one else knew it.
“How long would we be gone?” I was calculating. I knew Badriya had made several trips back and forth in the last session but I’d never paid attention to how often she came back for a break.
“Two weeks, I think. Then we come back for a short break before heading back to Kabul . . . that’s the way it goes.”
“Two weeks? Oh, wow. Two weeks . . . I suppose I could . . .”
“You suppose? You brought this all up, so don’t be such a child about it.”
She wants me to go with her, I realized, and nearly smiled. She needs me. It almost felt like I had a card to play.
I learned later how things really worked. Badriya, like all the other parliamentarians, was given a stipend to hire one assistant, one driver and two personal security guards. So far, Abdul Khaliq had been garnering her stipend and salary since he’d already sent her with his own driver and guards. Unable to do any of her own paperwork, Badriya had been going to the director general’s office more often than any other member. They were tired of seeing her and had insisted that she find an assistant as soon as possible or they would take part of the stipend away.
It was an empty threat but an assistant would make things easier for everyone.
But I didn’t know how things worked at the time. I surely didn’t know that Abdul Khaliq and Badriya were doing what so many other parliamentarians were doing too. It seemed that no one in Kabul followed up on money. Or promises.
All I could think was that I could do this. I trusted Jameela would take good care of my son. Maybe this would be good for Jahangir and me in the end. Anything had to be better than waiting on every person in this house.
“All right,” I said in agreement, thinking this might be my crossroads, my naseeb.