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    "text": "Honored to have my letter selected for special online extension of ArabLit Quarterly @arablit.bsky.social \"Grief\" edition, created as space for collective grief that leads to movement. You can read my letter (\"My Father Would Want You to See His Chili Peppers\") and others at arablit.org/grief/",
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          "alt": "I hope that wherever you are now, there is a little garden where my father and you could show each other’s plants. You would harvest chili peppers, mint, lentils, and any other seeds your hands could get on. I hope my father made a sambal with tomato, chili peppers, and onion, and he would share it with you along with his favorite fried fish, tempe, and seared eggplants. You could make him try musakhan and falafel, and harvest your mint to make two cups of tea. You and my father would enjoy mint tea together, sending kisses to your loved ones who are still fighting in the world, and he would squeeze your shoulder comfortingly while saying that Free Palestine would no longer be a dream.\n\nPutri Prihatini",
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