Right so I'm finally going to try to comment on this without weeping like a baby. We'll see how it goes.
Okay right so first, this:
Long ago, the angel said to him, Do you trust Heaven with the whole of your being?
And Jimi said, What I have, I submit to you. I submit.
Just the subtle translation to Islam is gorgeous, it does things to my heart. I love your description of Jimi's spiritual life, the lyricism of your word choice makes it hum with light, with comfort, with this wonder and love of wonder. This is a seriously beautiful story.
And then this:
Some of the snacks were confiscated by customs in Detroit. They were weighing them down anyway, Amalia decided. But she took two more nagasaris before the customs officer took the box away, one for herself and one for Chandra, who shared it with Jimi as they waited for their connecting flight.
Is approximately where I begin over-identifying and sobbing my eyes out. You'be pulled out a couple specific and universal moments, feelings in here, and they CUT, augh, they cut right into me. More than an experiment in claiming the character for the immigrant narrative, it adds to the character anther layer of, oh, you know, utter heartbreak and inevitability. Of course this guy said yes. Of course he did.
And, asdjksahfsd:
More than a gregarious country, America is a vast one. Yes, everything is big here - the roads, the yards and parking lots, the gestures and voices. It is welcoming, but not intimate
Exactly. Exactly. Thank you so much for working so hard on this. It's a gift, it's wonderful.
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Okay right so first, this:
Long ago, the angel said to him, Do you trust Heaven with the whole of your being?
And Jimi said, What I have, I submit to you. I submit.
Just the subtle translation to Islam is gorgeous, it does things to my heart. I love your description of Jimi's spiritual life, the lyricism of your word choice makes it hum with light, with comfort, with this wonder and love of wonder. This is a seriously beautiful story.
And then this:
Some of the snacks were confiscated by customs in Detroit. They were weighing them down anyway, Amalia decided. But she took two more nagasaris before the customs officer took the box away, one for herself and one for Chandra, who shared it with Jimi as they waited for their connecting flight.
Is approximately where I begin over-identifying and sobbing my eyes out. You'be pulled out a couple specific and universal moments, feelings in here, and they CUT, augh, they cut right into me. More than an experiment in claiming the character for the immigrant narrative, it adds to the character anther layer of, oh, you know, utter heartbreak and inevitability. Of course this guy said yes. Of course he did.
And, asdjksahfsd:
More than a gregarious country, America is a vast one. Yes, everything is big here - the roads, the yards and parking lots, the gestures and voices. It is welcoming, but not intimate
Exactly. Exactly. Thank you so much for working so hard on this. It's a gift, it's wonderful.