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You tear a piece of bread. You take a piece of kofta —still sizzling, still audibly tssss -ing from its journey from fire to table. You press. You fold. You dip.

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The first bite is a memory you didn’t know you had. The second bite is a confession. By the third, you are no longer a person with a job, bills, or a past. You are simply a mouth, a throat, and a grateful stomach. The cumin hits first—warm and dusty like a desert afternoon. Then the smokiness, deep as an old story. Then the fat— God , the fat—melting on your tongue like a secret. The da’aa cuts through with its green brightness, a slap of freshness against the char. You tear a piece of bread