Shabanu [antikvár]

Guluband Phulan and I step gingerly through the prickly gray camel thorn, each of us balancing a red clay pot half filled with water on our heads. It was all the water we could get from the toba, the basin that is our main water supply. Our underground mud cisterns are infested with worms. We'll dig new ones when the monsoon rains come—^if they come.