I looked at the man. His mouth is moving. I tilted my neck. The girl's bare fingers are shaking. The flowers of the carpet waved and stretched. "One, two, three,..." A black fly was flying around my head. I used to read: "The good ones ...
I looked at the man. His mouth is moving. I tilted my neck. The girl's bare fingers are shaking. The flowers of the carpet waved and stretched. "One, two, three,..." A black fly was flying around my head. I used to read: "The good ones speak Persian. They are the givers of life." Someone was panting and Atfeh and Irfan were laughing. The man's mouth was still moving. I looked at the girl. He was Atefeh, who was firmly attached to his father.
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