31.10.2025, 15:51
The car flowed with the traffic, and outside the window, a different Iran flashed by—not ancient and poetic like Shiraz, but modern, harsh, full of glass and concrete. They drove down wide avenues, and Zahra, pressed against the window, watched this seething world, which resembled a gigantic, nervous, eternally rushing mechanism. Here, even the trees seemed not living, but cast from metal and coated with a layer of dust
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