I AM CALLED BLACK
nd plunged me into agony. If Fat, tormented soul, frantically fluttering about, trying to escape and ascend, so troubled me t I prayed to Allao comfort o me t ect me and t relief emplating evil just beyond te, let less soul.
Just t per ting my fat tside tyard gate, on treet, I noticed h somebody.
A man alking to Black from trees in ty yard on treet. I o infer t traigo be ive strain, a ening overtone. I listened to tance. it nigo settling accounts.
I understood t I I loved Black, but to tell trut I ed o love only Black—for .
“tomorrourn nesses ill figains of Persia,” imate. You’re committing adultery in there.”
“S your her’s wife,” Black said.
“My older brotill alive,” ion. “tnesses who have seen him.”
“t t returned after four years campaigning, ted Snesses tell he’s now a divorced man.”
“Sricted from remarrying for a mont’s a sacrilege contrary to t to such disgraceful nonsense?”
“Enisified our marriage.”
“Did you ogeto poison your Enis h hayriye?”
“My fatressed by o Sill alive, could also call you to account for your dishonor.”
“these are only excuses cooked up by Shekure so she could leave us.”
t ed to eacting and afraid, being able to restrain myself, I sed too and ran into t knowing w I was doing.
S ran doairs and fled out into tyard.
“My grandfather has died.”
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