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Salim
begins
to
speak
.
"
My
grandmother
swore
that
she
had
seen
an
ifrit
,
or
perhaps
a
marid
,
late
one
evening
,
on
the
edge
of
the
desert
.
We
told
her
that
it
was
just
a
sandstorm
,
a
little
wind
,
but
she
said
no
,
she
saw
its
face
,
and
its
eyes
,
like
yours
,
were
burning
flames
.
"
The
driver
smiles
,
but
his
eyes
are
hidden
behind
the
black
plastic
glasses
,
and
Salim
cannot
tell
whether
there
is
any
humor
in
that
smile
or
not
.
"
The
grandmothers
came
here
too
,
"
he
says
.
"
Are
there
many
jinn
in
New
York
?
"
asks
Salim
.
"
No
.
Not
many
of
us
.
"
"
There
are
the
angels
,
and
there
are
men
,
who
Allah
made
from
mud
,
and
then
there
are
the
people
of
the
fire
,
the
jinn
,
"
says
Salim
.
"
People
know
nothing
about
my
people
here
,
"
says
the
driver
.
"
They
think
we
grant
wishes
.
If
I
could
grant
wishes
do
you
think
I
would
be
driving
a
cab
?
"
"
I
do
not
understand
.
"
The
taxi
driver
seems
gloomy
.
Salim
watches
his
face
in
the
mirror
as
he
speaks
,
staring
at
the
ifrit
’
s
dark
lips
.
"
They
believe
that
we
grant
wishes
.
Why
do
they
believe
that
?
I
sleep
in
one
stinking
room
in
Brooklyn
.
I
drive
this
taxi
for
any
stinking
freak
who
has
the
money
to
ride
in
it
,
and
for
some
who
don
’
t
.
I
drive
them
where
they
need
to
go
,
and
sometimes
they
tip
me
.
Sometimes
they
pay
me
.
"
His
lower
lip
began
to
tremble
.
The
ifrit
seemed
on
edge
.
"
One
of
them
shat
on
the
back
seat
once
.
I
had
to
clean
it
before
I
could
take
the
cab
back
.
How
could
he
do
that
?
I
had
to
clean
the
wet
shit
from
the
seat
.
Is
that
right
?
"
