It was 5:40, the time for morning prayers, as the crack Pakistan Mail raced westward across the Sind desert one day last week. In the wooden cars at the front of the train, crowded beyond normal capacity, shivering Moslem passengers balanced precariously on narrow wooden seats to bend their knees in the direction of Mecca. In cars reserved for them, veiled womenfolk nursed babies and tied up bedrolls in anticipation of arrival at Karachi in an hour's time. Pakistan's bearded Foreign Minister Sir Mohammed Zafrullah Khan made his devotions in the quiet of an air-conditioned carriage.
There was little time...
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