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The poem here is by Mir Taqil Mir translated by D. J. Matthews in 1995 in Urdu Literature published by Third World Foundation copyright © 1995 D. J. Matthews Every effort has been made to trace the copyright holder
First published in Great Britain 1997 by Methuen Children’s Books
Paperback edition first published 1995 by Egmont UK Limited
This edition published 2018 by Egmont UK Limited
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Text copyright © 1997 Jamila Gavin
The moral rights of the author have been asserted
First e-book edition 2018
ISBN 978 0 749 74742 8
Ebook ISBN 978 1 4052 9280 1
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Contents
23. The second daughter: Beryl’s story
27. Letters from across the ocean
28. The first principal’s wife
By means of waking and sleeping, the Imperishable One brings to life this whole universe, moving and unmoving, and tirelessly destroys it. Manu’s Law
In this age of darkness
Men have become as dogs. Rag Sarang
A man came to Deri. The few people who glimpsed him on the way said he was a monster. He had been beaten till his bones were shattered and he had been so badly burned that his face was nothing but a smudge – with eyes that could not close, a nose reduced to two holes and a mouth which was merely a slit. He looked like a badly made rag doll. So he draped himself with a shawl – even when the sun was at its hottest – and wound the loose end of his turban round his face.
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