À la lumière de ce que nous savons de Zia Haider Rahman
A wise man once said to me –a psychiatrist, but to say more would be to get ahead of myself –that I had placed too much faith in trying to understand her. I was trying to understand her because . . . well, because understanding is what we set so much store in, understanding others, ourselves, understanding the world; because of that, but also because understanding is a mode of control, it subdues the unruliness of people in one’s head, it brings order and confers control where it is most sought, in that theatre in the mind in which the avatars of people we know stand as actors, resisting direction.