Arthur Hughes La Belle Dame Sans Merci paintingAlbert Bierstadt Among the Sierra Nevada Mountains California paintingAlbert Bierstadt In the Mountains painting
By then five and a half years had passed since young Salahuddin, garlanded and warned, boarded a Douglas D C-8 and journeyed into the west. Ahead of him, England; beside him, his father, Changez Chamchawala; below him, and beauty. Like Nasreen, the future Saladin had never found it easy to cry.
On that first aeroplane he read fiction tales of interplanetary migration: Asimov's _Foundation_, Ray Bradbury's _Martian Chronicles_. He imagined the DC--8 was the mother ship, bearing the Chosen, the Elect of God and man, across unthinkable distances, travelling for generations, breeding eugenically, that their seed might one day take root somewhere in a brave new world beneath a yellow sun. He corrected himself: not the mother but the father ship, because there he was, after all, the great man, Abbu, Dad. Thirteen-year--old Salahuddin, setting aside recent doubts and grievances, entered once again his childish adoration of his father, because he had, had, had worshipped him, he was a great father until you started growing a mind of
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