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"It didn't matter that Paris itself was underwhelming, because I spent it with my dad."
"This departed chapter of her shall forever remain the soul of my lifeless body."
"a door with a lock yet lost its key — a key only restored by its دیدار"
"After waiting a whole year, the golden day rises — and within it, how those ten days pass, one cannot tell."
"He gave me a vibrant smile, / Silence burning through a thousand miles."
"Not everything lost is meant to leave, / Some memories are how we breathe."
"you remain. / if not a being, a program. / feeding on our lives, our resources, / our affection."
"We have spent eighty years treating nuclear weapons as a political problem. They are, in reality, a systems-design problem."
"I have learned to hold silence the way water holds the shape of its last container — formless, yet remembering everything."
"She inherited two things from her father: his compulsion to name everything, and the knowledge that every map is also an erasure."
"She spoke four languages and chose none of them to say what mattered most."
"In the year they decided emotions needed licensing, she kept translating anyway."
"My mother folds distance the way oceans fold coastlines — always taking something back."
"At 5am the streets belong to the people who never really left."
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