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➶ [Reading] ➸ Exit West By Mohsin Hamid ➫ – Jan-eaton.co In a city swollen by refugees but still mostly at peace or at least not yet openly at war a young man met a young woman in a classroom and did not speak to her For many days His name was Saeed and her➶ [Reading] ➸ Exit West By Mohsin Hamid ➫ – Jan-eaton.co In a city swollen by refugees but still mostly at peace or at least not yet openly at war a young man met a young woman in a classroom and did not speak to her For many days His name was Saeed and her In a city swollen by refugees but still mostly at peace or at least not yet openly at war a young man met a young woman in a classroom and did not speak to her For many days His name was Saeed and her name was Nadia and he had a beard not a full bearda studiously maintained stubble and she was always clad from the tips of her toes to the bottom of her jugular notch in a f lowing black robe Back then people continued to enjoy the luxury of wearingor less what they wanted to wear clothing and hair wise within certain bounds of course and so these choices meant something It might seem odd that in cities teetering at the edge of the abyss young people still go to classin this case an evening class on corporate identity and product brandingbut that is the way of things with cities as with life for one moment we are pottering about our errands as usual and the next we are dying and our eternally impending ending does not put a stop to our transient beginnings and middles until the instant when it does Saeed noticed that Nadia had a beauty mark on her neck a tawny oval that sometimes rarely but not never moved with her pulse Not long after noticing this Saeed spoke to Nadia for the first time Their city had yet to experience any major fighting just some shootings and the odd car bombing felt in ones chest cavity as a subsonic vibration like those emitted by large loudspeakers at music concerts and Saeed and Nadia had packed up their books and were leaving class In the stairwell he turned to her and said Listen would you like to have a coffee and after a brief pause added to make it seem less forward given her conservative attire in the cafeteria Nadia looked him in the eye You dont say your evening prayers she asked Saeed conjured up his most endearing grin Not always Sadly Her expression did not change So he persevered clinging to his grin with the mounting desperation of a doomed rock climber I think its personal Each of us has his own way Orher own way Nobodys perfect And in any case She interrupted him I dont pray she said She continued to gaze at him steadily Then she said Maybe another time He watched as she walked out to the student parking area and there instead of covering her head with a black cloth as he expected she donned a black motorcycle helmet that had been locked to a scuffed up hundred ish cc trail bike snapped down her visor straddled her ride and rode off disappearing with a controlled rumble into the gathering dusk The next day at work Saeed found himself unable to stop thinking of Nadia Saeeds employer was an agency that specialized in the placement of outdoor advertising They owned billboards all around the city rented others and struck deals for further space with the likes of bus lines sports stadiums and proprietors of tall buildings The agency occupied both floors of a converted townhouse and had over a dozen employees Saeed was among the most junior but his boss liked him and had tasked him with turning around a pitch to a local soap company that had to go out by email before five Normally Saeed tried to do copious amounts of online research and customize his presentations as much as possible Its not a story if it doesnt have an audience his boss was fond of saying and for Saeed this meant trying to show a client that his firm truly understood their business could really get under their skin and see things from their point of view But today even though the pitch was importantevery pitch was important the economy was sluggish from mounting unrest and one of the first costs clients seemed to want to cut was outdoor advertisingSaeed couldnt focus A large tree overgrown and untrimmed reared up from the tiny back lawn of his firms townhouse blocking out the sunlight in such a manner that the back lawn had been reduced mostly to dirt and a few wisps of grass interspersed with a mornings worth of cigarette butts for his boss had banned people from smoking indoors and atop this tree Saeed had spotted a hawk constructing its nest It worked tirelessly Sometimes it floated at eye level almost stationary in the wind and then with the tiniest movement of a wing or even of the upturned feathers at one wingtip it veered Saeed thought of Nadia and watched the hawk When he was at last running out of time he scrambled to prepare the pitch copying and pasting from others he had done before Only a smattering of the images he selected had anything particularly to do with soap He took a draft to his boss and suppressed a wince while sliding it over But his boss seemed preoccupied and didnt notice He just jotted some minor edits on the printout handed it back to Saeed with a wistful smile and said Send it out Something about his expression made Saeed feel sorry for him He wished he had done a better job As Saeeds email was being downloaded from a server and read by his client far away in Australia a pale skinned woman was sleeping alone in the Sydney neighborhood of Surry Hills Her husband was in Perth on business The woman wore only a long T shirt one of his and a wedding ring Her torso and left leg were covered by a sheet even paler than she was her right leg and right hip were bare On her right ankle perched in the dip of her Achilles tendon was the blue tattoo of a small mythological bird Her home was alarmed but the alarm was not active It had been installed by previous occupants by others who had once called this place home before the phenomenon referred to as the gentrification of this neighborhood had run as far as it had now run The sleeping woman used the alarm only sporadically mostly when her husband was absent but on this night she had forgotten Her bedroom window four meters above the ground was open just a slit In the drawer of her bedside table were a half full packet of birth control pills last consumed three months ago when she and her husband were still trying not to conceive passports checkbooks receipts coins keys a pair of handcuffs and a few paper wrapped sticks of unchewed chewing gum The door to her closet was open Her room was bathed in the glow of her computer charger and wireless router but the closet doorway was dark darker than night a rectangle of complete darknessthe heart of darkness And out of this darkness a man was emerging He too was dark with dark skin and dark woolly hair He wriggled with great effort his hands gripping either side of the doorway as though pulling himself up against gravity or against the rush of a monstrous tide His neck followed his head tendons straining and then his chest his half unbuttoned sweaty gray and brown shirt Suddenly he paused in his exertions He looked around the room He looked at the sleeping woman the shut bedroom door the open window He rallied himself again fighting mightily to come in but in desperate silence the silence of a man struggling in an alley on the ground late at night to free himself of hands clenched around his throat But there were no hands around this mans throat He wished only not to be heardWith a final push he was through trembling and sliding to the floor like a newborn foal He lay still spent Tried not to pant He rose His eyes rolled terribly Yes terribly Or perhaps not so terribly Perhaps they merely glanced about him at the woman at the bed at the room Growing up in the not infreuently perilous circumstances in which he had grown up he was aware of the fragility of his bod.

Y He knew how little it took to make a man into meat the wrong blow the wrong gunshot the wrong flick of a blade turn of a car presence of a microorganism in a handshake a cough He was aware that alone a person is almost nothing The woman who slept slept alone He who stood above her stood alone The bedroom door was shut The window was open He chose the window He was through it in an instant dropping silkily to the street below While this incident was occurring in Australia Saeed was picking up fresh bread for dinner and heading home He was an independent minded grown man unmarried with a decent post and a good education and as was the case in those days in his city with most independent minded grown men unmarried with decent posts and good educations he lived with his parents Saeeds mother had the commanding air of a schoolteacher which she formerly was and his father the slightly lost bearing of a university professor which he continued to bethough on reduced wages for he was past the official retirement age and had been forced to seek out visiting faculty work Both of Saeeds parents the better part of a lifetime ago had chosen respectable professions in a country that would wind up doing rather badly by its respectable professionals Security and status were to be found only in other uite different pursuits Saeed had been born to them late so late that his mother had believed her doctor was being cheeky when he asked if she thought she was pregnant Their small flat was in a once handsome building with an ornate though now crumbling facade that dated back to the colonial era in a once upscale presently crowded and commercial part of town It had been partitioned from a much larger flat and comprised three rooms two modest bedrooms and a third chamber they used for sitting dining entertaining and watching television This third chamber was also modest in size but had tall windows and a usable if narrow balcony with a view down an alley and straight up a boulevard to a dry fountain that once gushed and sparkled in the sunlight It was the sort of view that might command a slight premium during gentlerprosperous times but would be most undesirable in times of conflict when it would be suarely in the path of heavy machine gun and rocket fire as fighters advanced into this part of town a view like staring down the barrel of a rifle Location location location the realtors say Geography is destiny respond the historians War would soon erode the facade of their building as though it had accelerated time itself a days toll outpacing that of a decade When Saeeds parents first met they were the same age as were Saeed and Nadia when they first did The elder pairs was a love marriage a marriage between strangers not arranged by their families which in their circles while not unprecedented was still less than common They met at the cinema during the intermission of a film about a resourceful princess Saeeds mother spied his father having a cigarette and was struck by his similarity to the male lead in the movie This similarity was not entirely accidental though a little shy and very bookish Saeeds father styled himself after the popular film stars and musicians of his day as did most of his friends But Saeeds fathers myopia combined with his personality to give him an expression that was genuinely dreamy and this understandably resulted in Saeeds mother thinking he not merely looked the part but embodied it She decided to make her approach Standing in front of Saeeds father she proceeded to talk animatedly with a friend while ignoring the object of her desire He noticed her He listened to her He summoned the nerve to speak to her And that as they were both fond of saying when recounting the story of their meeting in subseuent years was that Saeeds mother and father were both readers and in different ways debaters and they were freuently to be seen in the early days of their romance meeting surreptitiously in bookshops Later after their marriage they would while away afternoons reading together in cafs and restaurants or when the weather was suitable on their balcony He smoked and she said she didnt but often when the ash of his seemingly forgotten cigarette grew impossibly extended she took it from his fingers trimmed it softly against an ashtray and pulled a long and rather rakish drag before returning it daintily The cinema where Saeeds parents met was long gone by the time their son met Nadia as were the bookshops they favored and most of their beloved restaurants and cafs It was not that cinemas and bookshops restaurants and cafs had vanished from the city just that many of those that had been there before were there no longer The cinema they remembered so fondly had been replaced by a shopping arcade for computers and electronic peripherals This building had taken the same name as the cinema that preceded it both once had the same owner and the cinema had been so famous as to have become a byword for that locality When walking by the arcade and seeing that old name on its new neon sign sometimes Saeeds father sometimes Saeeds mother would remember and smile Or remember and pause Saeeds parents did not have sex until their wedding night Of the two Saeeds mother found ituncomfortable but she was also thekeen and so she insisted on repeating the act twicebefore dawn For many years their balance remained thus Generally speaking she was voracious in bed Generally speaking he was obliging Perhaps because she did not until Saeeds conception two decades later get pregnant and assumed therefore she could not she was able to have sex with abandon without that is thought of conseuences or the distractions of child rearing Meanwhile his typical manner throughout the first half of their marriage at her strenuous advances was that of a man pleasantly surprised She found mustaches and being taken from behind erotic He found her carnal and motivating After Saeed was born the freuency with which his parents had sex dipped notably and it continued to decline going forward A uterus began to prolapse an erection became harder to maintain During this phase Saeeds father started to be cast or to cast himselfandoften as the one who tried to initiate sex Saeeds mother would sometimes wonder whether he did this out of genuine desire or habit or simply for closeness She tried her best to respond He would eventually come to be rebuffed by his own body at least as much as by hers In the last year of the life they shared together the year that was already well under way when Saeed met Nadia they had sex only thrice As many times in a year as on their wedding night But his father always kept a mustache at his mothers insistence And they never once changed their bed its headboard like the posts of a banister almost demanding to be gripped In what Saeeds family called their living room there was a telescope black and sleek It had been given to Saeeds father by his father and Saeeds father had given it in turn to Saeed but since Saeed still lived at home this meant the telescope continued to sit where it always sat on its tripod in a corner underneath an intricate clipper ship that sailed inside a glass bottle on the sea of a triangular shelf The sky above their city had become too polluted for much in the way of stargazing But on cloudless nights after a daytime rain Saeeds father would sometimes bring out the telescope and the family would sip green tea on their balcony enjoying a breeze and take turns to look up at objects whose light often had been emitted before any of these three viewers had been bornlight from other centuries only now reaching Earth Saeeds father called this time trave.

exit book west pdf Exit West EpubY He knew how little it took to make a man into meat the wrong blow the wrong gunshot the wrong flick of a blade turn of a car presence of a microorganism in a handshake a cough He was aware that alone a person is almost nothing The woman who slept slept alone He who stood above her stood alone The bedroom door was shut The window was open He chose the window He was through it in an instant dropping silkily to the street below While this incident was occurring in Australia Saeed was picking up fresh bread for dinner and heading home He was an independent minded grown man unmarried with a decent post and a good education and as was the case in those days in his city with most independent minded grown men unmarried with decent posts and good educations he lived with his parents Saeeds mother had the commanding air of a schoolteacher which she formerly was and his father the slightly lost bearing of a university professor which he continued to bethough on reduced wages for he was past the official retirement age and had been forced to seek out visiting faculty work Both of Saeeds parents the better part of a lifetime ago had chosen respectable professions in a country that would wind up doing rather badly by its respectable professionals Security and status were to be found only in other uite different pursuits Saeed had been born to them late so late that his mother had believed her doctor was being cheeky when he asked if she thought she was pregnant Their small flat was in a once handsome building with an ornate though now crumbling facade that dated back to the colonial era in a once upscale presently crowded and commercial part of town It had been partitioned from a much larger flat and comprised three rooms two modest bedrooms and a third chamber they used for sitting dining entertaining and watching television This third chamber was also modest in size but had tall windows and a usable if narrow balcony with a view down an alley and straight up a boulevard to a dry fountain that once gushed and sparkled in the sunlight It was the sort of view that might command a slight premium during gentlerprosperous times but would be most undesirable in times of conflict when it would be suarely in the path of heavy machine gun and rocket fire as fighters advanced into this part of town a view like staring down the barrel of a rifle Location location location the realtors say Geography is destiny respond the historians War would soon erode the facade of their building as though it had accelerated time itself a days toll outpacing that of a decade When Saeeds parents first met they were the same age as were Saeed and Nadia when they first did The elder pairs was a love marriage a marriage between strangers not arranged by their families which in their circles while not unprecedented was still less than common They met at the cinema during the intermission of a film about a resourceful princess Saeeds mother spied his father having a cigarette and was struck by his similarity to the male lead in the movie This similarity was not entirely accidental though a little shy and very bookish Saeeds father styled himself after the popular film stars and musicians of his day as did most of his friends But Saeeds fathers myopia combined with his personality to give him an expression that was genuinely dreamy and this understandably resulted in Saeeds mother thinking he not merely looked the part but embodied it She decided to make her approach Standing in front of Saeeds father she proceeded to talk animatedly with a friend while ignoring the object of her desire He noticed her He listened to her He summoned the nerve to speak to her And that as they were both fond of saying when recounting the story of their meeting in subseuent years was that Saeeds mother and father were both readers and in different ways debaters and they were freuently to be seen in the early days of their romance meeting surreptitiously in bookshops Later after their marriage they would while away afternoons reading together in cafs and restaurants or when the weather was suitable on their balcony He smoked and she said she didnt but often when the ash of his seemingly forgotten cigarette grew impossibly extended she took it from his fingers trimmed it softly against an ashtray and pulled a long and rather rakish drag before returning it daintily The cinema where Saeeds parents met was long gone by the time their son met Nadia as were the bookshops they favored and most of their beloved restaurants and cafs It was not that cinemas and bookshops restaurants and cafs had vanished from the city just that many of those that had been there before were there no longer The cinema they remembered so fondly had been replaced by a shopping arcade for computers and electronic peripherals This building had taken the same name as the cinema that preceded it both once had the same owner and the cinema had been so famous as to have become a byword for that locality When walking by the arcade and seeing that old name on its new neon sign sometimes Saeeds father sometimes Saeeds mother would remember and smile Or remember and pause Saeeds parents did not have sex until their wedding night Of the two Saeeds mother found ituncomfortable but she was also thekeen and so she insisted on repeating the act twicebefore dawn For many years their balance remained thus Generally speaking she was voracious in bed Generally speaking he was obliging Perhaps because she did not until Saeeds conception two decades later get pregnant and assumed therefore she could not she was able to have sex with abandon without that is thought of conseuences or the distractions of child rearing Meanwhile his typical manner throughout the first half of their marriage at her strenuous advances was that of a man pleasantly surprised She found mustaches and being taken from behind erotic He found her carnal and motivating After Saeed was born the freuency with which his parents had sex dipped notably and it continued to decline going forward A uterus began to prolapse an erection became harder to maintain During this phase Saeeds father started to be cast or to cast himselfandoften as the one who tried to initiate sex Saeeds mother would sometimes wonder whether he did this out of genuine desire or habit or simply for closeness She tried her best to respond He would eventually come to be rebuffed by his own body at least as much as by hers In the last year of the life they shared together the year that was already well under way when Saeed met Nadia they had sex only thrice As many times in a year as on their wedding night But his father always kept a mustache at his mothers insistence And they never once changed their bed its headboard like the posts of a banister almost demanding to be gripped In what Saeeds family called their living room there was a telescope black and sleek It had been given to Saeeds father by his father and Saeeds father had given it in turn to Saeed but since Saeed still lived at home this meant the telescope continued to sit where it always sat on its tripod in a corner underneath an intricate clipper ship that sailed inside a glass bottle on the sea of a triangular shelf The sky above their city had become too polluted for much in the way of stargazing But on cloudless nights after a daytime rain Saeeds father would sometimes bring out the telescope and the family would sip green tea on their balcony enjoying a breeze and take turns to look up at objects whose light often had been emitted before any of these three viewers had been bornlight from other centuries only now reaching Earth Saeeds father called this time trave.

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