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e Ali; she was a Shi a Muslim and an ethnic Hazara。 She was also his first cousin and therefore a natural choice for
a spouse。 But beyond those similarities; Ali and Sanaubar had little in mon; least of all their respective appearances。 While Sanaubar s brilliant green eyes and impish face had; rumor has it; tempted countless men into sin; Ali had a congenital paralysis of his lower facial muscles; a condition that rendered him unable to smile and left him perpetually grimfaced。 It was an odd thing to see the stone…faced Ali happy; or sad; because only his slanted brown eyes glinted with a smile or welled with sorrow。 People say that eyes are windows to the soul。 Never was that more true than with Ali; who could only reveal himself through his eyes。
I have heard that Sanaubar s suggestive stride and oscillating hips sent men to reveries of infidelity。 But polio had left Ali with a twisted; atrophied right leg that was sallow skin over bone with little in between except a paper…thin layer of muscle。 I remember one day; when I was eight; Ali was taking me to the bazaar to buy some _naan_。 I was walking behind him; humming; trying to imitate his walk。 I watched him swing his scraggy leg in a sweeping arc; watched his whole body tilt impossibly to the right every time he planted that foot。 It seemed a minor miracle he didn t tip over with each step。 When I tried it; I almost fell into the gutter。 That got me giggling。 Ali turned around; caught me aping him。 He didn t say anything。 Not then; not ever。 He just kept walking。
Ali s face and his walk frightened some of the younger children in the neighborhood。 But the real trouble was with the older kids。 They chased him on the street; and mocked him when he hobbled by。 Some had taken to calling him _Babalu_; or Boogeyman。
 Hey; Babalu; who did you eat today?  they barked to a chorus of laughter。  Who did you eat; you flat…nosed Babalu? 
They called him  flat…nosed  because of Ali and Hassan s characteristic Hazara Mongoloid features。 For years; that was all I knew about the Hazaras; that they were Mogul descendants; and that they looked a little like Chinese people。 School text books barely mentioned them and referred to their ancestry only in passing。 Then one day; I was in Baba s study; looking through his stuff; when I found one of my mother s old history books。 It was written by an Iranian named Khorami。 I blew the dust off it; sneaked it into bed with me that night; and was stunned to find an entire chapter on Hazara history。 An entire chapter dedicated to Hassan s people! In it; I read that my people; the Pashtuns; had persecuted and oppressed the Hazaras。 It said the Hazaras had tried to rise against the Pashtuns in the nineteenth century; but the Pashtuns had  quelled them with unspeakable violence。  The book said that my people had killed the Hazaras; driven them from their lands; burned their homes; and sold their women。 The book said part of the reason Pashtuns had oppressed the Hazaras was that Pashtuns were Sunni Muslims; while Hazaras were Shi a。 The book said a lot of things I didn t know; things my teac
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