Touch the Sky

Blindfoled, hands shackled behind me, I stumble on the ripped hem of my chador. They laugh.

I am dragged by the armpits. My knees bang against each step of the gallows. The crowd cheers, “Death to the prostitute, death to the adulterer.”

I’ve committed no crime. I’m still a virgin.

Rough hands yank off my veil. A gentle breeze kisses my face. The burlap noose is placed around my neck, and tightened.

Yesterday Pedar called me his little dove. Today, I am no longer his daughter, no longer human. My wings are tightly bound inside my black shroud.

I don’t expect to touch the blue sky with my two hands again.

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