Surreptitiously, the father began going into his son's bedroom. He
would sit there for hours, rousing himself only to seek clues. What
bewildered him was that Ali was getting tidier. Instead of the usual
tangle of clothes, books, cricket bats, video games, the room was
5 becoming neat and ordered; spaces began appearing where before
there had been only mess.
Initially Parvez had been pleased: his son was outgrowing his
teenage attitudes. But one day, beside the dustbin, Parvez found a
torn bag which contained not only old toys, but computer disks,
W video tapes, new books and fashionable clothes the boy had bought
just a few months before. Also without explanation, Ali had parted
from the English girlfriend who used to come often to the house.
His old friends had stopped ringing.
For reasons he didn't himself understand, Parvez wasn't able to
bring up the subject of Ali's unusual behaviour. He was aware that
he had become slightly afraid of his son, who, between his silences,
was developing a sharp tongue. One remark Pawez did make, 'You
don't play your guitar any more,' elicited the mysterious but conclusive
reply, 'There are more important things to be done.'
Yet Parvez felt his son's eccentricity an injustice. He had always
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