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THE DEAD IS NOT THE TARGET OF GRIEF

The sun was just cracking out of the dawn’s clouds when it suddenly went dim on Seyyīd, my nephew.

One day, I wake up to her crying in the middle of the night. She has my phone in her hands. I do not have to ask why she is crying. I know.

In that household, we did not speak openly of demons and devils. We did that in hushed tones and invited the Sheikh to pray everything away.

“Hey handsome, nice to meet you. Are you open to friends with benefits?”

I joined my partner in Toronto at the beginning of winter, when there weren’t a lot of activities for someone coming from a warm climate.