These days, I'm wearing my silver Afghani earrings that dear Zoya bought for me eleven years ago, in Karachi, when we used to leave offerings to Athena, and girls like me didn't really know all that much about the land where the earrings were made and the people who made them. Zoya is here from London, tonight we will raise a glass, I will kiss her 2 sons, and we will remember a time- sweet, blissful, unaware.
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