At five in the morning, Rakia woke up and started making noise in the kitchen by cooking something. It was a routine she had been doing since she went to college and lived alone in a boarding house. The appetizing aroma of her cooking made its way into Dashtan’s room and tickled the man’s nose. The smell of baking bread stirred Dashtan out of his sleep. This was the first time he woke up at this hour to the smell of food. Usually it happened at seven in the morning, when the housemaid arrived. Dashtan looked at the black rectangular digital alarm clock. At five in the morning, he chuckled...