Seemingly I can’t have a trip to Lahore without a spot of caregiving. The Maulvi Sahib is a longstanding employee in the home – he worked for my mother’s business, loved her like a son, and stayed on after she died. He eventually brought his wife and burgeoning family to Lahore, where he cares for my father and manages the remnants of my mother’s business. His wife, unfortunately, seemingly has only two occupations: giving birth and making halwa. They are on four and she might or might not be pregnant again. Anyhow, she had been vomiting and when he took her to the hospital this morning she was admitted. Men and children are not allowed in the women’s wards and lower class people are bullied and not told anything, so he doesn’t actually know why she has been admitted or what is going on. So I will go shortly to investigate.
Asma Jehangir’s janaza was today. I didn’t go, though I regret it rather. It’s the first time I’ve ever been moved to go to a funeral.