When the Moon Is Low

by Nadia Hashimi

Even now, he was my only friend in a place and time where friendships between boys and girls did not exist. There were brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles, husbands and wives—but no friends.

The person most likely to drown in the river is the one who believes he can swim.

Grudges don’t die—people do.

Truths can be wholly contradictory, the blackest black and the whitest white all at once.