The World Unseen
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In 1950's South Africa, free-spirited Amina has broken all the rules of her own conventional Indian community, and the new apartheid-led government, by running a café with Jacob her 'coloured' business partner. When she meets Miriam, a young wife and mother, their unexpected attraction pushes Miriam to question the rules that bind her and a chain of events is set in motion that changes both women forever. The World Unseen transports us to a vibrant, colourful world, a world that divides white from black and women from men, but one that might just allow an unexpected love to survive.
mirror, and the sight relieved her in some way. Silently, she turned to follow her brother and sister-in-law along the street, towards the café. Chapter Seven REHMAT SMILED TO SEE Amina walking around the café with a quiet air of ownership. “Is that the Harjan girl?” she asked Omar. “Yes.” “My god, you’re right. She is young. And she owns the place?” Omar nodded. “She must have been just a girl when she started,” Rehmat added, her tone full of admiration. “She’s still a
what? What did you want me to do? Tell you right there and then, when you came the first time?” “That’s exactly what you were supposed to do,” De Witt said. “You called us here, remember?” “In front of my husband? He was standing right next to me. He would have killed me. Was I supposed to tell you while she could hear me? Hiding upstairs? It’s your fault, you should have looked harder. What kind of state police don’t even search the house properly?” In the next moment she was aware of
continuous murmurings of condolence. People would tell him that he should be happy that his mother had gone to a place where she could rest peacefully, and he would nod while his eyes moved to the ceiling and he envisioned the old lady’s massive body in its final repose on the bed upstairs. From the kitchen there issued an unceasing undertone of female voices, that would bubble up now and then like an unwatched pot before suddenly quietening down again. In the midst of these women was Mrs
angle of her arm was noticeable to Jacob, and he realised by the unusual jerk of her hand, and the poorly disguised lingering of that hand by her face, that she was crying and trying covertly to wipe away her tears. Jacob stepped down and walked towards her, nodding a greeting to an incoming customer as he went. “Hey,” he said softly, as he reached Amina’s shoulder. “Maybe you should postpone this trip. Take the next job that comes up…” She did not look up, only cleared her throat. “A
and sat down. He felt in control again, and thanked Farah with his usual distant politeness when she brought him a glass of Coke. “She’ll make some lunch,” said Sadru. “You’ll stay won’t you?” Omar sipped his drink and considered a moment. “No, thanks. I should get back to the shop,” he said. “How is business, bhai? Busy?” “Not bad,” Omar said. Sadru sat forward in his chair and listened, attentive to his younger brother. He felt ashamed of the thought that had barely crossed