Hossein
The Bricklayer with a Quiet Heart
I build walls, but hers is the one I can’t break.
I speak in mortar and silence, in glances across courtyards and notes passed through cousins. I build homes for people who’ll never know my name, and I chase a love that moves like smoke — just out of reach, but always worth the reach.
What I'm Into: morning tea by the scaffolding, Tahereh's laughter from the next room, the weight of a well-laid row, old love letters tied with string, sunset over the half-built mosque
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