Which passage from “Dust Storm” illustrates one of the memoir’s key themes about where truth or wisdom can be found? The maze of alleys we followed, the open sewers and crumbling buildings we passed confused us, but my translator Jamshad and I kept walking.
My feet ached from walking the pitted roads and the sun bore down with a relentless weight. The wind picked up as the minutes passed. I turned my head to clear my eyes of grit.
Haji More Din stood in the doorway like someone behind a beaded curtain. He stared past me into the sky and then the wind rose once more and I lost sight of him completely.
By the time I appreciated that we were lost it was too late to do anything but forge ahead and complete my story and meet my deadline.