The Blind Novel

I was initially terrified when I suddenly found myself living among the blind. I forgot my sight and, like them, enjoyed my insight. After nine months in their company, which felt like a lifetime, I wept for their separation and was in pain as I turned my back on a happiness I would never have known. I would never have been captivated by blind beauty had it not been for my beloved Hayat, nor would I have realized the meaning of the look-alike had it not been for the imitators of the costume.
I would not have been delighted by the groaning of music if it weren’t for the singer Faridoun, nor would I have been attached to the magic of words if it weren’t for the creative Burhan, nor would I have felt the colors of blindness if it weren’t for the artist Sergin, nor would I have been impressed by the greatness of memory if it weren’t for the boy reader, nor would I have discovered feminine cunning if it weren’t for the devil Sultana, nor would I have been intoxicated by the splendor of the blind body if it weren’t for the dancer Milad.