Years later, I learned an English word for the creature that Assef was, a word for which a good Farsi equivalent does not exist: sociopath.
Mother is fading for him, her face receding into shadows, her memory diminishing with each passing day, leaking like sand from a fist.
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Mother is fading for him, her face receding into shadows, her memory diminishing with each passing day, leaking like sand from a fist.
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