Spring 2012 • Vol. XXXIV No. 2 FictionApril 1, 2012 |

King of the Graveyard

From the Farsi   Dedicated to Iran's forbidden graves From the foot of the wall of the fifth ruin, nine steps toward the ash tree, then seven steps to the right. I say, "Mahrokh Khanoom!1 It's not just your son's grave, he was my son, too. I'm sure it was right here. And this thorn bush that you say wasn't here before, you're absolutely right. It grew since the last time we came." Well, it's difficult. In a sprawling wasteland, how is one to remember where one's child is buried? I say, "Trust this old man. I know this graveyard like the back of my hand. Test me if you have any doubts. For instance, if we enter the graveyard from these ruins, if we take this straight path, we'll be in section 327. The first grave with the two stone candelabras belongs to Mr. Semiromi—the family elder who passed away in 1973. Bibi Khatoon, that kind and hardworking mother, is resting on the other side. Next is Mr. Yadi's grave, so innocent If we keep going straight, we'll r

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