My soul sister

"My sister, Widad, died. They found her rotting body in our old, simple apartment, where the sun does not visit, and the air blows through its narrow windows from afar, and then runs away, just as the people around the body fled, placing their palms on their noses. I did not run away, nor did I put my hand on my nose. Rather, I approached her, leaned over her quietly, took a long inhale, and smell...