I used to peep at them but our guest always came and shouted at me for opening the door, which he promptly locked. But Subh-i-Azal would not permit any little friends to come to the house, neither would he let me go out! Two little girls about my own age lived in the next house. (Lady Blomfield, The Chosen Highway)Īs for me, I led a very lonely life, and would have liked sometimes to make friends with other children. He hid himself, keeping the door of our house locked, and stormed at anybody who opened it. He became at this time more than ever terrified lest he should one day be arrested. Though all the best and most dainty things were invariably given to him. He gave us much trouble, complaining of the food. Subh-i-Azal rejoiced, hoping to gain his ends, now that Jamal-i-Mubarak was no longer present. So we, my mother, my brother `Abbas and I, clung together in our sorrow and anxiety. He took no luggage, only a little rice, and some coarse bread. He told none of us either where he was going or when he would return. Our grief was intense when my father left us.
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