Zia Ahmed in P.S. I Love You:
“I spoke for you,” the qawwal said.
“Pardon me?” I thought I’d misheard. The glass window between us dulled his voice, a rich baritone honed over a lifetime of devotional singing. Qawwali — Sufi music once performed at shrines, now a popular form — was his inheritance, a spiritual tradition that goes back more than seven centuries.
“To Nizamuddin. I spoke for you.” He smiled. “You’ll be okay.”
I felt reasonably well. The divorce had done real damage but there were a few positive outcomes, including a job as a junior diplomat at the State Department. My new employers had sent me to Pakistan, my childhood home, where I was now issuing a visa to the Sufi singer for his American tour.