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tahereh mafi

Defy Me

“You’re right,” she says softly. “maybe this is cruel. Maybe it would’ve been kinder to simply let you die. But this isn’t about you, Ella. This is about me. And right now,” she says, stroking my hair, “this is what... Continue Reading →

Imagine Me

"The words are blown I couldn't have anticipated. A spare. That's all I ever was, I realize. A spare part kept in captivity. A backup weapon in case that all else failed. Shatter me. Break glass in case of emergency."... Continue Reading →

Restore Me

"How did I think people ruled the world? Did I really imagine it would be so simple? That I might control the fabric of society from the comfort of my boyfriend's bedroom?" The Reestablishment has been dealt a major blow.... Continue Reading →

Ignite Me

"But there's something about the darkness, the stillness of this hour, I think, that creates a language of its own. There's a strange kind of freedom in the fark; a terrifying vulnerability we allow ourselves at exactly the wrong moment,... Continue Reading →

Unravel Me

"I wrote that, too?" I ask him, unable to believe it's possible he's reciting the same words that fell from my lips to my fingertips and bled onto a page. Still unable to believe he's not privy to my private... Continue Reading →

Shatter Me

You've just escaped from a crazed man who wants to use you as a weapon and running for your life with the one man who knows you better than anyone. Who's risked so much to get you out and to... Continue Reading →

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