Thursday, June 11, 2009

Profoundly Sad

An account by a poor Iranian women during the election rallies.

These days and nights, I constantly take out my armband, and again ask a posh boy to wrap a new green band for me and again the scent of his perfume lives on my wrist for two days. These nights are the only nights that we are not clowned because of our poverty.


Read the whole thing.

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