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The Rust

Layla Tshuraghi
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Pages
144
Year
2012
Language
English
Publisher
AuthorHouse UK

About

This is how we are, Narjis. We're those, whose dreams were not in harmony with their reality, as we were born at a time, other than their time, in a world, other than their world. So don't make your children bear responsibility for our history, which was contaminated by fanaticism, ignorance and other countless infectious diseases. For, our heritage is heavy, Narjis. Our heritage is heavy, and we, alone, should bear the evil consequences of our weakness. We left those epidemics eat into our heads, like worms, gobbling the remnants of our dreams, just as we left the worry of expatriation eat gradually into our souls. Meanwhile, we remained submissive, incapable of changing our life. We're, without formality, passive people. So, by God, Narjis, leave my daughter, now, to dream, as long as there is room, in her life, for dreams.

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