Life is a long walk, It’s sometimes dark, but there’s light too. We move in the same direction and we go in packs.
My daughter has asked me to write about my mother, and I hesitate. I immediately seek out other themes, such as current events, current associations, or the spring light that hits the Iranian carpet in my living room. With its strong summer rays, it will fade the color of pomegranate in the evening light…
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