Translated by Phoebe Bay Carter. Chapter 14: Brave New World Days passed, followed by nights. Weeks turned into months until nearly three months had gone by since that summer day when Jawad was struck by the curse. It is afternoon now. The father is at the mosque. The mother has taken the bread dough to the neighborhood oven. The sister is cleaning the living room. Kneeling on the floor, her house dress tucked up around her thighs, she scrubs vigorously as she sings a soft French song in her gentle voice. Jawad has been sleeping through all this.
Thank you Phoebe and Mohammed for offering the reader the opportunity to join you on this translation journey. I thoroughly enjoyed it!
Best of luck for your exams! @Phoebe