Farewell music! Even your sweetest tunes are best kept silent
The Taliban on the edge of the village have stilled all lips
Sami and his grandfather make a new life in Boston. But one day when Sami is playing the rebab at a T station, a teenager snatches the instrument and jumps on the T. The doors snap shut, and the rebab is gone.
When Sami finds it again in a pawnshop, the shopkeeper won’t return the instrument, but he offers to hold it. The only problem: The rebab costs $700, and Sami has no money.
Thirty days is all Sami has to raise $700 — and if he can’t, he’ll lose the last remnant of his old life, and break his grandfather’s heart forever.
Every musician who adjusts the pegs of the rebab:
His tuning burns my heart.
– Rahman Baba, Afghan poet