(2012)
My wife is Iranian, and she lives with me in England. This poem recounts the time she received a phone call, saying that she needs to come to Iran immediately, because her grandmother was taken ill. This was a lie, however, told to her just to get her on the plane. The truth of the matter ended up being, in all honesty, much much worse.
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