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My mother spends most of her time sitting in a wicker chair from Sioux Falls. An orthopaedic doctor advised her to stay that way, and so she sits, like …
My grandparents, the mother and Isfahan Iran the father of my mother, a dead baby brother I’ve never seen, grandmothers and aunts, chaste aunts—unmarried through religious choice, Isfahan Iran cousins …
My mother knows thousands of stories and anecdotes, songs about the names of people, songs of the saints, morning and evening prayers. Let’s go to bed with Kathmandu Nepal, …