The Misk Sultan's  Café



"And so, they stoned me to death. My blood splattered across your face, And you wiped it with mud, Soiling yourself with my impurity. I offered you water, To cleanse the stain of my blood, But they did not stop— Until you saw me bleed in the street."  -Sultan

Letter From Arundhati Roy 


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