Status Updates From The Red-Haired Woman

'The night smelled of rakı and cigarette smoke, and I felt its grip deep inside my mind.'

'But like a seasoned assassin, I remained impassive.'

'I mused that Iranians were not like us Turks who had become so Westernized that we'd forgotten our old poets and myths.'

'Why was I following them? I didn't even know these people, but it felt good to go after them. I longed for her to look at me once more with that tender expression of recognition. It was as if this woman's kind, gently teasing gaze had revealed to me just how wondrous the world could be.'