I appeared in G Firdusi pleted train intricate t poets of S a peasant. I em of eed; I became t spe torious ogre in upon ruly, I’ve been everyraitorously decapitated acular as a dream, claseppes; and as Alexander’s lifeblood sly from er roke. Yes, S every nig beauty beant lands, listening to tory sed, and I fit of triking maiden ed on a tuesday, o tan of ure. Verily, I ary banners of armies besieging fortresses, upon tableclotables set for feasts, upon t caftans of ambassadors kissing t of sultans, and bruso tan and Buks, ation, ting cocks, pomegras of fabled lands, tan, tle at lines ure borders, tents, floo tist’s ounning stretccreet tters, tatues made of sugar, togs of sens of tan of t profit of bards listening to musi a tryside outing as pretty boys and poets partake of ing th blood.
I ion upon your lips: is it to be a color?
Color is touco t of teo souls to object for tens of
to say t my toucoue, t to your vision wh ylances.
I’m so fortuo be red! I’m fiery. I’m strong. I kie and t I ot be resisted.
I do not ceal myself: For me, delicacy mas itself lety, but termination aion to myself. I’m not afraid of ot is to cover a surface t as me orious being! beats qui. Be is to live! Beo see. Beurns to me. I tell you.
en to red tone. A master miniaturist, an expert in paints, furiously pou variety of dried red beetle from ttest climes of an into a fine pole. and a or. in a pot taining ter. , or into ter. it boil for as long as it took to drink an excellent cup of coffee. As ient as a c to be born. ter’s mind and given o ttle and carefully mixed tion icks reserved for task. I o bee genuine red, but tency most importa be permitted to just boil aick across tely uable). Oe it is to be red! I gracefully pai t running off tery e. In s, I sistency, but I still tained sediment. ook t off tove and strained me t, ed me up again, bringio a froter adding a pio cool.
A fe tly in ticipation of being applied to pages, of being spread everyting still like t broke my and spirit. It I meditated upo to be red.
Once, in a Persian city, as I ice to t a blind miniaturist , I overers :
“Because our entire lives ardently and faiters, naturally, is,” said t, o pre our ice is using?”
“An excellent issue,” t do not fet t colors are not k.”
“My dear master, explaio somebody who has never known red.”
“If ouc ip of a finger, it ook it into our palm, it asted it, it ed meat. If ook it bet , it’d of a a red rose.”
One en years ago Veian artistry yet t enoug our rulers it, and ters believed in tly as tiay of red tones for every ordinary s on sackclot and vulgarity ant miniaturist y of red too depict tan, t an excuse. Besides, we believe in only one red.
“ is turist whe horse from memory asked again.
“t it is t,” said t be explaio see.”
“to deny God’s existence, victims of Satan maintain t God is not visible to us,” said turist whe horse.
“Yet, o ter. “It is for t tates t t equal.”
tice ever so delicately dabbed me onto t a ion to fix my fullness, poo te of a ed illustration: as t-o ting page, I bee deligickliso t’s as if I and to “Be!” Yes, t see , but truth is I be found everywhere.
I, Se Black a brief elling o o t into s ruso Estook tter, so my eyes e o bee of us; and I, urned emerity. termione of our relationsure. Over t ted even ting atus as slave, mao bee lady of ted my unfortufully kissing iffened
lost its softness. I ed turban and purple cloak, to t tteer and for tafa Pasrict early in the m.
urned from table for breakfast, and I ion e jam in t, I imagined Black’s door. topped and to shine.
In tered a familiar se. t smelled of mold and rotting leaves ing in t w seen nig seemed so long ago, as if weeks had passed. I raised my veil and said:
“You be glad, if you feel tions and doubts e betrying to lay your nigo our empty her.”
Rat Black’s rea, you’re probably puzzling over quite kno I’d cry oto embrace me, and I’d bee intimate ed.
“royed our clearly reveals anger and red. I don’t t expect tire to some er noure. I’m calling on you to protect me—protect us—and keep my fatell me, under and ditions o our safety? t we o resolve.”
ure to speak, but I easily silenced less times before.
“In t is my o till alive. It o take advantage of me during t embarrassed my fat I o return to my fat officially a no my fat even a brotion t my only possible guardians are my o uro tening me. O ate to take official ay only o prevent to ceal my fathe crime.”
At t very moment, a t gracefully filtered tters and fell beting t dust ihe room.
“t to Black’s eyes, iiveness more to prove my time of my fat be disted, I’m afraid t ions, if not against me, t my fat a protector, t of my fatially simplifying matters at ed, cause me great misfortu ance, me to marry you?”
“Your fat you to marry me?” asked Black.
“No, , you’d take me auion. Do you have any?”
“ all, my darling.”
“Fiy of my discussing marital circumstany oes t I must, unfortunately, explain to you.”
As I fell silent for a ed an apology for ation.
“First,” I began, “you must s if you beoo a degree t I find unbearable, or if you take a sed me a divorce s if for from t a visit, I ed a divorce er o my il t or until you find o torture him myself!
—and until Our Sultan’s book, pleted ualents and efforts, ed to shey were your own children.”
“I agree.”
“Good. If all of tacles t still lie before us disappear this quickly, we’ll soon be wed.”
“Yes, not in the same bed.”
“t step is marriage,” I said. “Let’s see to t first. Love es after marriage. Don’t fet: Marriage douses love’s flame, leaving not a barren and melancer marriage, love itself y fools
o be t goal in life.”
“, trutter?”
“trute. Love and marriage are but a means to obtaining it: a you see t even in my state, ter off tion? I’d die my sons, ussling and loving. Moreover, since you long for me even in my present predit, since you secretly aco spend t in to listen to w I now o say.”
“I’m listening.”
“t I mignesses could s before my out on campaign, tnessed me a ditional divorce; for example, t if return tle, g various ving and descriptive details. But taking my fations of my in-lao sideration, to rely on false nesses o proceed, as no judge of any intelligence or caution my me alimony and returned from me a divorce. tuation is increasing eacid so—an and to rule in ing divorces left and rigo ions of alimony. Noo testify openly to my predit, pay to tain t in for be granted by virtue of tnesses, register tain a certificate testifying to tain ten permission for my immediate remarriage, and if you aplis back to ternoon, ty in finding a preac marry us t of eps of t deviliscected woman whe m.”
“Yes,” said Black ake you mine.”
You remember ly I declared I didn’t kno only by assuming suig to outgroy of events t even I ime believing o pass.
“e to do in figruct tion of my fatest my divord our marriage ceremony—han I.”
“You aren’t fused at all,” said Black.
“Per only because t my o dismiss these plans had sprung from my feminine mind.
, Black said o admit elligent:
“You’re very beautiful.”
“Yes,” I said, “it pleases me to be praised for my intelligence. en do so.”
I to add t once I’d groo praise my intelligence, but I began to myself and irely separate roubled by a sad picture in tside and pitied in g over oroubles, as t ime, as o affect the adversaries cirg us.
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