Her song had turned monotonous
Leyla remembered the first days of excitement when Samir proposed, and she imagined the blue-skied life an ocean away.
Now an ocean separated her from family, but life was veiled in black. Their room was a thin-walled prison, with unfamiliar sounds, words she couldn’t understand; ominous echoes from outside..
“It’s all perfect, mom”, she couldn’t muster to sprinkle her voice with cheerfulness. “I’ll try to send money tomorrow”.
She looked outside for traces of a song. Just soot and nothingness.
Suddenly, a turn of keys and she prepared herself to be scolded by Samir.
I saw those pigeons as a monotonous song. Grey and sad.
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May 4, 2016