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MagazineJuly 11, 2013

The Escape

Raza climbed into the boat, but before he could sit down the man in the rower’s seat swung an oar and knocked him into the water. He had barely enough presence of mind to throw his knapsack into the boat as he fell.

He emerged spluttering and bone-cold. The man with the oar held up a bag. ‘Clothes in here. Take those ones off. And use this – ’ he threw a bar of soap at Raza.

Despite the man’s urgency to get going he allowed Raza a few moments to float, naked, in the cold cold water, looking up at the expanse of sky.

I will never be the same again, Raza thought. He watched his vomit-slimed clothes float away, holding on only to Harry’s jacket and changed that to, I want never to be the same again.

On the rowing boat there was water and food and a shalwar-kameez only slightly too big for him. It was as much as he could bear – any further luxury would have been repellent.

Near dawn the boat reached shore. There, another blue and gleaming pick-up truck was waiting. This time Raza didn’t attempt to speak to the driver and armed guard inside. He kept thinking of the boy whose head had rested on his chest.

Beautifully paved roads lined with palm trees led to a private air-strip. A plane was on the runway.

One of the guards from the pick-up accompanied Raza up the steps and grinned as he opened the plane door. ‘Welcome to the zoo,’ he said. The sounds issuing from the plane were extraordinary.

Raza stepped in, cautiously.

A blue heron unfurled its wings  white peacock snap-closed its fan-tail  macaws squawked  baby ant-eater fell off its mother’s back and protested shrilly  African wild dogs bared their teeth  winged things flew about under a black sheet   meercats sat up on their hind legs and watched. And to one side, a baby gorilla slept.

The guard pointed to the cage with the gorilla in it. ‘You’ll be travelling inside the monkey,’ he said.

And that’s when Raza realized his mind had definitely broken apart.

 

* This extract is from ‘Burnt Shadows’, Ms. Shamsie’s fifth novel and is reprinted here with permission from the author.

Kamila Shamsie is the author of five novels, including “Burnt Shadows” which was shortlisted for the Orange Prize for Fiction and translated into more than 20 languages. She grew up in Karachi and now lives in London.

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April 24, 2021

It has taken us some time and patience to come to this decision. TMS would not have seen the success that it did without our readers and the tireless team that ran the magazine for the better part of eight years.

But… all good things must come to an end, especially when we look at the ever-expanding art and literary landscape in Pakistan, the country of the magazine’s birth.

We are amazed and proud of what the next generation of creators are working with, the themes they are featuring, and their inclusivity in the diversity of voices they are publishing. When TMS began, this was the world we envisioned…

Though the magazine has closed and our submissions shuttered, this website will remain open for the foreseeable future as an archive of the great work we published and the astounding collection of diverse voices we were privileged to feature.

If, however, someone is interested in picking up the baton, please email Maryam Piracha, the editor, at [email protected].

Farewell, fam! It’s been quite a ride.

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