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Mamaan-bozorg H FARNOOSH SEIFODDINI In September , Iraq seized ninety square miles of Iranian territory in the Shatt al-Arab but failed to win the swift victory predicted by many; a bloody war of attrition set in. When we heard the sirens my sisters knew what to do. But I stood staring at the layered shadows their arms threw on the wall fingers pointing at me. Then she would come grab me her gray thin strands of hair a halo in the candlelight her fingertips cold and dry brushing my forehead nodding rocking pressing my face to a bony chest that had nursed ten children. I liked her huddling in the doorway with us. MAMAAN-BOZORG 213 ...

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