What happened in the village of Golden Waters will never be mentioned in history books. Only the grandchildren of the survivors will remember. It will remain unvoiced in their unfinished sentences, uneasy silences, resurfacing nightmares. The memory of the massacre will be carefully handed down from one generation to the next, like passing someone a lit match protected from the wind in the shelter of your palm. One day itinerant bards will sing about the firman. Luring the ghosts from their burial places, the ballads will tell how the pasha and the qadi, joining forces with the Beg of
...more
This highlight has been truncated due to consecutive passage length restrictions.
