Poem

 1 3|      conservatory any longer. Don’t you see that I’m making
 2 4|    must look worn out.~    "I don’t intend to wait for the
 3 4|    argue with my father but I don’t accuse him of faults he
 4 4|     mother was saying.~    "I don’t want to become a statistic!"
 5 5|       no ear for music."~    "Don’t be silly! Burhan has sandals
 6 5|        pointing to me.~    "I don’t know," said my mother.~    "
 7 5|      It’s unbelievable!"~    "Don’t insult a nice girl," I
 8 5|        I began to tremble, "I don’t need you to tell me what
 9 5|     taking my own road. And I don’t need you anymore."~    
10 6|   sacrifice Mira for me and I don’t even have any talent.
11 6|       have my doubts, Arthur. Don’t misunderstand me. I respect
12 6| Burhan rose to his feet.~    "Don’t go yet," I pleaded.~    "
13 7|      She is a good student. I don’t believe a word they said.
14 7|    may be old-fashioned but I don’t believe it at all. They
15 7|     no matter who started it. Don’t worry, Mira!" I said,