The Vertical Cemetery– Vol. 1

Perhaps if it were not for my mother’s memories, Rezaqoli Mirza would not have affected me so deeply. Perhaps if I had not lived through those bitter days, the bitterness of Rezaqoli’s fate would not have been multiplied for me. I had just begun trying to change my state of mind when, one Friday morning, Rezaqoli Mirza arrived and turned everything upside down.