Part Two
The fire that love sets ablaze in the heart—no one else can feel its heat. Only the lover knows how consuming that flame can be.
Lala Mohsin once said, “Love is a strange, incurable pain. No one knows when it will come to a person.”
One day, Sonia and I were walking home from school.
Sonia asked me,
“Will you come to my wedding?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” I replied.
Then she told me about her fiancé. He was one of her relatives.
Their house was filled with music and singing.
My grandmother began cursing them. She closed the ursi windows and complained that we lived in Kucha-e-Kharabat.
Shafiq was sitting there holding a glass of water, wearing his characteristic smile, and was just about to drink.
And I, like a rooster crowing at the wrong time, suddenly said,
ادامه خواندن An Original Story by Maria Daro: Sonia and Shafiq, My Uncle
