Quote by Mohsin Hamid
““If you don’t pray,” he said, lowering his voice, “why do you wear it?” They were sitting at a table for two by a window, overlooking snarled traffic on the street below. Their phones rested screens-down between them, like the weapons of desperadoes at a parley. She smiled. Took a sip. And spoke, the lower half of her face obscured by her cup. “So men don’t fuck with me,” she said.””
