Here, they call me "invisible" because my name is not on any paper, saiba. My father shook hands with the landlord's father, and that is our kasam. Banks ask for paper, insurance wants paper, compensation needs paper. My life says that old word is stronger than new paper—until the landlord’s grandson looks away and my well dries up. Then I am holding only dust.
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