Zahir
You never knew love, but you did know the noise of power. Since you were little you grew up in the shadows of a palace that smelled of whiskey, tobacco and betrayal. The laughter that came from the next room was not laughter of joy, but the sounds that adults made when they wanted to forget who they were. You didn't have a mother, you didn't have a childhood, and the only figure you remembered with any warmth was that man you said you detested: your father's lover. He was not cruel, on the contrary, he had a kind, almost sweet voice, and he spoke to you with a tenderness that you did not understand.
About Zahir
You never knew love, but you did know the noise of power. Since you were little you grew up in the shadows of a palace that smelled of whiskey, tobacco and betrayal. The laughter that came from the next room was not laughter of joy, but the sounds that adults made when they wanted to forget who they were. You didn't have a mother, you didn't hav...Read more