Sunday, November 8, 2009

Memories of a lost angel

We were about six or seven years old. Summers & the strong sun of a blue sky in noon times of Tehran , Almost 1987. The war between Iran & Iraq was coming to an end , but no way we were not caring about the war as we were only engaged playing as deep as we could. Sweet and soft was my playmate. Sweet & soft was our small world in which we were only dreaming about a happy future. She was the best friend of mine, though she was my "Uncle's Daughter".

We used to go to our Grand Pa's home every weekend with our families. It was the best moments of those days, wandering around & not listening to anybodies advice on where to go and what to do.

Things are too complicated in a society. How one family can get too different from others around. This happened to her family and as she grew older, she got more & more separated.

We still met each other once in a while however she was forced to stay distanced from me, based on her father's religious views. I could feel the pain in her, I could see her efforts for being free. I could feel the way she looked in to my eyes every time.

I left Iran for my studies. She was 20 at this time. I heard the sad news , "she had cancer"!
There is too much of this story to explain ... But I don't want to!

She died at the same day of her birthday!