2026-07-04 13:46 UTC
"They're #bombing #Tehran. My #mother is alone. I have to leave #Hormuz," Nader’s friend said to him on the phone, his voice laced with an unmistakable #panic.
The #phone call came out of nowhere. Nader’s fingers were #frozen on his hang drum.
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@timkmak@journa.host 2026-07-04 13:47
The #flames of the #bonfire he was sitting by licked his body, yet the call had left him #cold. He hadn’t even processed the #news before he heard himself respond: “Wait, we’re coming with you.” He picked up his #instruments and started packing.