At your wedding we ate whole lambs roasted on spits around the fire, the dish this city is proudest of, and I ate until I couldn't speak.
Rabia baji, our room is still divided down the middle.
Looking through the drawer…
One sealed letter is waiting for Rabia.
At your wedding we ate whole lambs roasted on spits around the fire, the dish this city is proudest of, and I ate until I couldn't speak.
Rabia baji, our room is still divided down the middle.
The rest of this letter is sealed.