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THE NORTHERN SUMMER EVENINGS were endless. Saeed and Nadia often fell asleep before it was fully<br />
dark, and before they fell asleep they often sat outside on the ground with their backs to the dormitory,<br />
on their phones, wandering far and wide but not together, even though they appeared to be together,<br />
and sometimes he or she would look up and feel on their face the wind blowing through the shattered<br />
fields all about them.<br />
They put their lack of conversation down to exhaustion, for by the end of the day they were usually<br />
so tired they could barely speak, and phones themselves have the innate power of distancing one from<br />
one’s physical surroundings, which accounted for part of it, but Saeed and Nadia no longer touched<br />
each other when they lay in bed, not in that way, and not because their curtained-off space in the<br />
pavilion seemed less than entirely private, or not only because of that, and when they did speak at<br />
length, they, a pair once not used to arguing, tended to argue, as though their nerves were so raw that<br />
extended encounters evoked a sensation of pain.<br />
Every time a couple moves they begin, if their attention is still drawn to one another, to see each<br />
other differently, for personalities are not a single immutable color, like white or blue, but rather<br />
illuminated screens, and the shades we reflect depend much on what is around us. So it was with<br />
Saeed and Nadia, who found themselves changed in each other’s eyes in this new place.<br />
To Nadia, Saeed was if anything more handsome than he had been before, his hard work and his<br />
gauntness suiting him, giving him a contemplative air, making out of his boyishness a man of<br />
substance. She noticed other women looking at him from time to time, and yet she herself felt<br />
strangely unmoved by his handsomeness, as though he were a rock or a house, something she might<br />
admire but without any real desire.<br />
He had two or three white hairs in the stubble of his beard now, new arrivals this summer, and he<br />
prayed more regularly, every morning and evening, and perhaps on his lunch breaks too. When he<br />
spoke he spoke of paving and positions on waiting lists and politics, but not of his parents, and not<br />
anymore of travel, of all the places they might one day see together, or of the stars.<br />
He was drawn to people from their country, both in the labor camp and online. It seemed to Nadia<br />
that the farther they moved from the city of their birth, through space and through time, the more he<br />
sought to strengthen his connection to it, tying ropes to the air of an era that for her was<br />
unambiguously gone.<br />
To Saeed, Nadia looked much the same as she did when they first met, which is to say strikingly<br />
fetching, if vastly more tired. But it was inexplicable that she continued to wear her black robes, and<br />
it grated on him a bit, for she did not pray, and she avoided speaking their language, and she avoided<br />
their people, and sometimes he wanted to shout, well take it off then, and then he would wince<br />
inwardly, since he believed he loved her, and his resentment, when it bubbled up like this, made him<br />
angry with himself, with the man he seemed to be becoming, a less than romantic man, which was not<br />
the sort of man he believed a man should aspire to be.<br />
Saeed wanted to feel for Nadia what he had always felt for Nadia, and the potential loss of this<br />
feeling left him unmoored, adrift in a world where one could go anywhere but still find nothing. He<br />
was certain that he cared for her and wished good for her and wanted to protect her. She was the<br />
entirety of his close family now, and he valued family above all, and when the warmth between them<br />
seemed lacking his sorrow was immense, so immense that he was uncertain whether all his losses had<br />
not combined into a core of loss, and in this core, this center, the death of his mother and the death of<br />
his father and the possible death of his ideal self who had loved his woman so well were like a single<br />
death that only hard work and prayer might allow him to withstand.