Zahra ’s family When Marzieh heard the first bang, an almighty crash that rattled the room, her first thought went to her youngest son, Mohammad. He must have got out on to the balcony and discovered a new game, she thought: using all of his small might to smash its sliding doors closed. Marzieh stood up from where she was working at her sewing machine, and shouted for him to stop. “Mum, it wasn’t me,” he called back. Then, the second crash sounded, the force of it making the entire house tremble. Could it be the neighbours, she wondered –
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