Under the Shadow Page #3

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to so many different doctors.

But no result.

- She said mehdi told her...

- Has she said what stories?

- Djinn and stuff...

- Oh, god, have mercy!

Djinn aren't Mrs. ebrahimi...

They are very real.

It's even in the quran.

My husband gets angry when I say this,

but the boy is creepy...

- You're back early.

- Mrs. ebrahimi sent me back upstairs.

Didn't she say why?

She took sogand and Ali home

and told me to go home too.

What about mehdi?

Mehdi's allowed to stay.

But we can't play with him anymore.

You know, the stories you

mentioned this morning...

Are you sure it was mehdi that told

them to you and not the ebrahimi kids?

Well, sogand and Ali

also tell me stories.

Why be careful?

Because they're coming.

Did he say that

in front of the ebrahimi kids?

No, he whispered it in my ear.

Oh my, we've talked so much.

Your tea is getting cold.

You are right. Sorry.

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

What lovely tea you've made.

I didn't know that you

could make such tasty tea.

Thank you.

- Have some bread too.

- Yes, yes, I will.

Hello?

Hello?

- Shideh?

- Hello.

- Can you hear me?

- The line isn't great but it's okay.

- How are you?

- We're fine. How is it over there?

Not great.

Either working in the hospital

or taking shelter.

You still don't want to go

to my parents?

Don't worry about us.

The foreign radios are saying Iraq claims

they'll level Tehran with missiles soon.

Nothing has been reported here.

Please take dorsa out of the city.

I'm not abandoning my home

based on a rumor.

- Not even for dorsa?

- Dorsa is better off in her own home.

I have to go.

Think about what I said.

I miss you.

- Bye.

- I miss you too...

400 miles from the battlefield...

Tehran will become the new front line

for the ongoing Iran-Iraq war.

Iraq has started launching missiles,

reaching out...

- Where did you go, ma'am? Your tea is getting cold.

- Hold on.

- Many iranians have already left the capital...

- What about our tea party?

- Playtime is over

- it's not. It's not. It's not.

Enough!

When I say playtime's over, I mean it!

If you don't listen to me

next time I'll take kimia away

so you can't play with her.

- Understand?

- Did it hurt?

It's okay. I'm here.

I'll look after you.

Dorsa!

Come here please.

Are you still mad at me?

We need to go downstairs right now!

Dorsa!

Dorsa!

Somebody...

Help me!

Please!

Dorsa?

Sweetheart?

Dorsa?

Dorsa?

Sweetheart?

Please answer me...

Oh, my sweetheart...

- I saw them. They're real. They were scary.

- Saw who?

- I saw them...

- What are you talking about? Shideh.

Please... my dad...

My dad is dying.

- Please help.

- Mum! Don't leave me!

Please! Help my father!

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