A white neighbor of Nazneen’s in Tower Hamlets in London, she spends her days drinking and throwing her beer cans straight out the window. To Nazneen, the woman has the same air of detachment as the holy men who walked through Muslim villages back home, completely indifferent to the weather and to unkind treatment. Later, though, while in the hospital waiting for Raqib to recover from his deadly fever, Nazneen finds out that the woman has been taken to an institution. She had been sitting in her own filth.