Don’t regret our breath’s use as air, our blood’s as oil— some lamps at last are burning in the night. —Faiz Mary from Magdala goes to the market with all the savings she has. For years, she’s managed money carefully, feeling that someday she would need it—she never would have imagined, though, she’d be spending her savings like this.
Book Three, Section Two
Book Three, Section Two
Book Three, Section Two
Don’t regret our breath’s use as air, our blood’s as oil— some lamps at last are burning in the night. —Faiz Mary from Magdala goes to the market with all the savings she has. For years, she’s managed money carefully, feeling that someday she would need it—she never would have imagined, though, she’d be spending her savings like this.