Reza Jalali

While he walked on the dim path next to the donkey carrying Zarin, Musa pondered his new fate. In the distance, the tall dark mountains stood with their jagged tops, puncturing the blue-black sky. With a fresh sadness, Musa reflected that on the Iranian side of the same high hillsthe town where he was born, got married, and ran into trouble with the secret policewas also waking to a new day. He figured that, for years to come, probably till he died,...