My Name Is Nily

I Thought She Had Brought Us To The Wrong Room. The Profile Of The Man Lying On The Bed Was Not My Dad’S. Nastaran Stood Frozen. Mom Pushed Her On Forward. I Was Just Looking At Them Both. Half Of The Man’S Face Was Bruised. Dried-Up Bloodstains Were All Over His Neck And Down From His Head. You Could Not See The Rest Of His Body As It Was Covered Under The Sheets. I Gripped Nastaran’S Hand.“He Is Asleep; Do You Want To Wake Him Up?”“Shut Up.”The Man’S Face Was Shaved And There Were Tubes In His Mouth And Nose. This Man Was Not My Father. Nastaran Cried Nonstop. I Could Hear Mom’S Breathing And Her Cries Too. I Felt So Sorry For This Man. Nastaran Put Her Head On The Sheet Covering The Man’S Hands And Continued Her Crying. I Was Like A Wooden Stick Standing Next To Him And Looking. All The Hospital Equipment Seemed Scarier Than The Dead Man’S Face. His Skin Was As White As A Ghost And His Cheekbones Were Standing Out. With Puffed Eyes And A Half-Open Mouth He Was Asleep And Was Snoring Like A Baby. Note: This Book Is Also Available In Farsi.