Do you feel, then, like you are pretending, like you are the weakest link in the chain of worshipers? When you were little and you caught sight of the moon from the car window, did you feel like it was following you? And what do you see when you stare at the moon? Do you see a face, or Imam Ali’s name in Arabic? Does your father’s voice shake the walls? Would you run away if it weren’t for your siblings? Do you like to catch glimpses into strangers’ living room windows? Wonder what their life is like? Do streetlights make you sad too?
Cool way of doing dialogue
Her writing is understated, simple and soft and poetic
