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Roses are the favorite flowers of nightingales and martyrs. Perfumed with attar of roses and dressed in white, Tahirih-- escorted by troops-- walked into the garden where her executioner strangled her with a scarf and threw her body into a well. Do nightingales sing above the well where Tahirih's bones now lay? Poet's Note: ▶︎ Footnotes |