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“Nuren isn't a cure for your problems, it's a way of life. It's the understanding of a problem, before it actually becomes one”

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“Let me tell you. Before anything, what you need to do next is talk to these people. Hear their story. Tell yours, and understand you're not the only one who tried to do something good, and ended up doing something horrible. You're not the only one who's been hurt so bad that the hurt becomes part of you, as much as you hate it, that the hurt is you. You're not the only one who was betrayed by a friend, who's had the person they thought they could trust forever end their life. You're not the only one who has felt the madness creep in. Who wants to turn away from it all and keeps turning toward it. You're not the only one who has done some terrible things who will now forever try to make up for that harm. You understand. Don't kill. Don't run. Do what I did. Talk. Listen. And know. As bad as it is, we're in it together.”

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“پدرم. آخرین بار. هیکل تنومند، موهای رو به عقب، چشم های کم و بیش بسته. طرحی از شیوه ی سکوتش، خمیدگی پشتش، پاهای بازش، دست هایش و عینکش کشیدم. به پولور قهوه ای اش سایه زدم، به جوراب هایش که خال های آبی داشت چین دادم. کناره های صندلی دسته دارش، بالشچه ی پشمی اش، پرده ی پشت سرش و گل های مصنوعی پارچه ای را در گلدان بدون آب کشیدم.با مداد تندتند می کشیدم. هر چه را که هنوز به چشم می خورد، ضبط می کردم. چهره ی مردی ضعیف، تنها و سرگشته را سرسری ترسیم می کردم. نگاه به زیر افکنده اش را جستجو می کردم. دیگر هیچ چیز در وجودم خانه نداشت. نه خشمی. نه اندوهی. تنم از مشت هایش جان سالم به در برده بود . سرم صدمه ندیده بود.((دارالتادیب)) دیگر چیزی نبود جز یک قفسه ی چوبی.”

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