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ners driving away on Mission Boulevard。 Soon we d leave too； and for the first time ever； Baba would be all alone。
Soraya pulled me to her and the tears finally came。
BECAUSE SORAYA AND I never had an engagement period； much of what I learned about the Taheris I learned after I married into their family。 For example； I learned that； once a month； the general suffered from blinding migraines that lasted almost a week。 When the headaches struck； the general went to his room； undressed； turned off the light； locked the door； and didn t e out until the pain subsided。 No one was allowed to go in； no one was allowed to knock。 Eventually； he would emerge； dressed in his gray suit once more； smelling of sleep and bedsheets； his eyes puffy and bloodshot。 I learned from Soraya that he and Khanum Taheri had slept in separate rooms for as long as she could remember。 I learned that he could be petty； such as when he d take a bite of the _qurma_ his wife placed before him； sigh； and push it away。 I ll make you something else； Khanum Taheri would say； but he d ignore her； sulk； and eat bread and onion。 This made Soraya angry and her mother cry。 Soraya told me he took antide pressants。 I learned that he had kept his family on welfare and had never held a job in the U。S。； preferring to cash government…issued checks than degrading himself with work unsuitable for a man of his stature……he saw the flea market only as a hobby； a way to socialize with his fellow Afghans。 The general believed that； sooner or later； Afghanistan would be freed； the monarchy restored； and his services would once again be called upon。 So every day； he donned his gray suit； wound his pocket watch； and waited。
I learned that Khanum Taheri……whom I called Khala Jamila now……had once been famous in Kabul for her enchanting singing voice。 Though she had never sung professionally； she had had the talent to……I learned she could sing folk songs； ghazals； even raga； which was usually a man s domain。 But as much as the general appreciated listening to music……he owned； in fact； a considerable collection of classical ghazal tapes by Afghan and Hindi singers……he believed the performing of it best left to those with lesser reputations。 That she never sing in public had been one of the general s conditions when they had married。 Soraya told me that her mother had wanted to sing at our wedding； only one song； but the general gave her one of his looks and the matter was buried。 Khala Jamila played the lotto once a week and watched Johnny Carson every night。 She spent her days in the garden； tending to her roses； geraniums； potato vines； and orchids。
When I married Soraya； the flowers and Johnny Carson took a backseat。 I was the new delight in Khala Jamila s life。 Unlike the general s guarded and diplomatic manners……he didn t correct me when I continued to call him General Sahib ……Khala Jamila made no secret of how much she adored me。 For one thing； I listened to her impressive list of maladies； something the general had long turned a deaf ear to。 Soraya told me that； ever since her mother s stroke； every flutter in her chest was a heart attack； every aching joint the onset of rheumatoid arthritis； and every twitch of the eye another stroke。 I remember the first time Khala Jamila mentioned a lump in her neck to me。 I ll skip school tomorrow and take you to the doctor； I said； to which the general smiled and said； Then you might as well turn in your books for good； bachem。 Your khala s medical charts are like the works of Rumi： They e in volumes。
But it wasn t just that she d found an audience for her monologues of illn