Aynaz Saboori
Joined August 2022
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Bio
How to explain? How to understand? What do we do with all the injustice?
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The old boy who walked with me through my youth
When you come back from school, you are cooking in the kitchen, white grease and the clanging sound of knives and spatulas flying into the roaring hood. You hear the sound of the door closing, through the glass, hissing, "Wash your hands, don't forget to change your shoes, there are washed apples in the fridge, the meal will be ready in a few minutes."
By Aynaz Saboori2 years ago in Fiction