The bunny came from home, which was already against the rules, but nobody said anything on the first day because Mira was crying and her mother looked like she hadn't slept in a week and the admitting nurse had seen enough first days to know which fights to pick. His name was Pip. He was … Continue reading The Counting Game
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The Glass Between Us
I write the petition in Persian because that's the only language that reaches him. My Arabic sits in my throat—the language my grandfather used to describe the saql, the polishing motion that brings light through glass—but al-Shirazi needs formal words, words that acknowledge he controls what I need. 'Arz-e man barā-ye hamkārī bā Maryam al-Raqqi … Continue reading The Glass Between Us
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