The Sacred Garden
Author: Zoha Zainab Akbarzadeh & Mahwash Hirmendi
Consultant: Ali Hashemian
No words could have lifted Husayn’s heart as much as these. Ali Akbar sounds so much like his namesake. Husayn smiles, prays for him, treasurers the way Ali Akbar’s smile fills his face, makes him look like a young boy again. The moon is a narrow crescent above their heads, and so stars pave their way. Hurr’s army tread the earth with steps weighed by armour and the indents left in their wake; there is only darkness.
