29.10.2025, 17:17
Sometimes, when the insomnia became unbearable, Zahra would read—not physics, not reports—she would read the strange, marginal blogs of Western intellectuals; it was like looking at another planet, a planet that Uncle Javad had invented in the living room of their old house in Shiraz, only he didn’t know he was inventing someone else’s future, and they don’t know they are living in someone else’s past
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