Section 9:
The Nishani of Language
“At a certain point I lost track of you.
You needed me. You needed to perfect me:
In your absence you polished me into the Enemy.
Your history gets in the way of my memory.
I am everything you lost.
You can’t forgive me.
I am everything you lost.
Your perfect enemy.
Your memory gets in the way of my memory.”
-Agaha Shaid Ali
“Farewell” from The Country Without a Post Office.
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