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Hannah Lillith Assadi

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    Don't fall in love or let anyone's life become more important than your own.

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    Find someone who loves you more than you love them.

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    For those I come from, there is nothing more devouring than the feeling of want for home, the feeling of need for home. We are all waiting for a form of transport, a ship, a saucer to carry us out of the too-dark night.

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    He could guide anyone to the point of no return. He'd corral them with poetry, music, invoking the alcoholic gods that all died young. But we were so young, we didn't know we had anything we would miss.

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    Her father kneels and unclasps the urn. Above the waves she falls graceful as snow, my sister, my Sonora.

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    His presence suddenly made things feel off-kilter, gorgeous as if being crushed in lush velvet while cascading off the edge of a cliff.

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    I am a memory house for those I have lost, those I no longer know.

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    I asked the boy who wept what it felt like, crystal meth, the prettiest name for a drug besides heroin. Crystal methamphetamine. His head fell back. He closed his eyes, then opened them. 'Come on, you know . . . you're just high as fuck.' Then in a dramatic whisper: 'Everything goes silent like a midnight of the mind.

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    I called Eli. I asked him to come save my life.

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    I don't think I'm from this galaxy at all. I believe I came from the Andromeda galaxy, not so far, but far enough. Maybe that's why I'm an outcast.' He drew the spiral of Andromeda close to the Milky Way, almost touching. Then he pointed to Andromeda in the night sky above us. 'Maybe that's where I'm from too,' my father said. We could still see the stars.

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    I faded out. I was for a moment my father tapping on his cigarette, the way he holds it, crushing it flat. I was my mother at the sink, staring into the desert from the kitchen window, dishes in hand. I was in all the beds I'd ever slept in. Me sinking into the sheets, letting my thoughts fall down. I was running alongside the ocean, Laura splashing me with water. I was dancing to a melody I did not recognize, spinning wild and lovely into exalted leaps. I was no one again. I was someone with no name, no past. My face resumed the freshness of birth, the brightness was again in my eyes, the brightness only children own before life begins its wreckage.

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    I first understood why Christians prayed for a savior in the form of a beautiful man. He had absolved me of the blue-streaked blond.

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    I have forgiven Sonora. I have forgiven New York, forsaken the recursion of history. But I do not yet know how to forgive myself.

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    I knew beauty for me would only ever be derived from loss.

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    I lit a cigarette. 'Go ahead, take a smoke,' my father said. 'It won't kill you. Only sadness will.

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    I looked at Laura . . . and wondered at how many lives before this life we might have known together.

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    I look out at the reservation, still and glittering with casinos, and think of all the death dried up and buried in its dirt.

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    I loved the abandoned subway stations, rushing past the darkened platforms, the sprawl of graffiti like old letters. Letters left by ghosts.

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    I meditated on my childhood, vague and distant before high school, where Laura still flickered only on the edge of things.

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    I remember wanting to flee her, and being unable to flee her, so in need of her and half hating her for it, and I still am nauseous from it.

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    I saw Sonora before me, so otherworldly, so desolate, some cast-out mistress on the pale blue planet, and longed suddenly to stay.

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    I slowly lost any dream for myself. No one warned me of this, that the stars in New York can infect the light inside, that they can trap you in their shadow. Dylan was of course a star. He had achieved the thing we all came to New York wanting.

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    It was all so foolish then, as it is now, as it is forever. To be in love with beauty. To try to hold on to it.

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    It was long past midnight. Laura's music played on. It was composed in the language of stars, tinkling in a crystal pool suspended from constellations. She used chimes now and then, the chimes that characterized every patio in Arizona, the piano, the trees combed by wind. A prelude to a storm. It was like discovering the secret room in a dream of your house that holds all the magic. It was music I wished I lived inside. Around us, cactus, hills filled with jumping cholla, the heat of August like another animal heaving over us.

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    It was so pure, the snow, the purest of all powders, I thought, so pure it must be from elsewhere, from another planet.

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    I understood it in my bones. Longing made the music bigger.

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    I wanted to walk faster, to run, far as possible from her, from my entire life, from the first day I ever saw her always just a few steps ahead.

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    I was born walking, born in the nowhere between galaxies.

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    Look at the lonely fisherman,' my father says. 'Look at his view,' my mother says.

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    My brain came alight with tenderness for her. I felt so sorry for everything. I yearned to embrace her, kiss her even, to stay with her, always her, my sister, my friend to the end. It was a story after all, even if a sick one. It was completely ours.

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    My father, a Palestinian, and my mother, an Israeli, met in a bar in New York. Their encounter was a blue shift. An anomaly. A collision. In the end, I understand, it is only for this we live. All I ever wanted was to love.

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    My father insisted I eat red meat. 'You'll lose your brain without food,' he said. A meal to him without beef was starvation.

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    My loves have always been seared with this singing, this singing written by death, the way some lands have always been crippled by war.

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    New York was always so beautiful in the very crux of parting with it.

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    Nightmares always recur, but never our most beautiful dreams.

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    No one had told me that you can wake up, years passed, and not understand the person you are, the things you did the night before, the things you said, the things left undone, that it can feel like a nightmare, a wildly seductive, spinning nightmare.

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    One day you look in the mirror and you see your parents' sadness in your eyes.

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    Our past would dissolve. We would move on from each other and from the ghosts of our youth.

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    She crooned on until her cigarette was gone. The ash in the wind blew around us like hesitant snow.

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    Sometimes in the corner of my eye, I saw a girl running through the loft. A see-through girl, a silhouette. She looked the way the world looks without my glasses. Vaguely hued, indistinct. She looked the way a body looks underwater, lost in the blur of bubble and wave.

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    The bad angels were the jinn, and the good angels were the jinn too, and we spoke to them both in the desert. In Arabic, jinn has the same root as the word for paradise, jenna. The word for jinn and the word for paradise both have the same root as the word for madness, junun. To be close to the jinn is to be close to madness, is to be even closer to paradise.

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    The instruments were all half desired, half forgotten. It was as if they were left behind by a ghost right in the middle of playing.

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    There is no moon. The stars have risen and fallen and given way to a new spread, to the smeared heart of our Milky Way.

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    There is the body of history ever atop of us, and the body of memory rustling within us. Between the two, we are crushed.

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    We both knew no bounds to our escapism.

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    This is it. This is how I always saw heaven, always by the sea, always by night, always in the dark.

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    Through my sudden tears, the train lights smeared like shooting stars. Lying before the rippling blue window, below the slurred lights of the world above, it was as if we were underwater.

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    We are all cursed. We live in the era of the curse. A world that cannot be fixed. The best thing would be an alien ship. Another planet. One with three moons. But you, I saw you in my dreams. I saw you coming. You came to heal my broken heart. That's why I named you Ahlam.

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    We remained talking, fighting gently or viciously for what seemed like hours, but it was only minutes or perhaps a second, because it was only a dream.

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    We would survive even ourselves, as long as we were together.