Harris Anwar is a British Pakistani proud of his Eastern heritage. In fact it’s fair to say he’s proud full stop: proud he installed his own central heating; proud of his swanky blue Citron; even proud he’s owned the same Hoover for over twenty years.

The only thing rivalling his pride is his Muslim sense of responsibility and obligation. He longs to do well by those dearest to him. Whether it’s his nineteen-year-old daughter Alia in London his cousin Nawaz and his family living on top of their burgeoning takeaway in Yorkshire or his friends and family back in Pakistan Harris feels compelled to put himself second in order to help.

But there’s a problem: Harris’ best intentions always seem to breed the worst results. And so it’s no surprise that when he decides to use his divorce settlement for selfless ends this small fortune brings a huge cost of its own.