The Spell Of Her Disappearance
Into the abyss, they drove as he and I stood at the gateway, teary-eyed. No, there was no Amma, not even a soft whisper as I had
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Into the abyss, they drove as he and I stood at the gateway, teary-eyed. No, there was no Amma, not even a soft whisper as I had
He’d risen from his cot under one of the many arches of the madrasa and had religiously made his way for Fajr. As the sun
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