" Just say, dakhilak.”
Without hesitation, “Dakhilak.”
He nodded. Her accent was getting no better. “Now, you can never take it back.”
“Well, what does it mean? Thank you?”
She should have asked sooner. He didn’t turn to meet the gaze he felt on him, his voice full of sand, his stomach sick. “It gives me charge of your life. "

― V.S. Carnes