Dear Readers,
I have introduced my book and I have given the resume. Let's talk how the things happening.
On the occasion of twenty-seventh birthday of Tamila, her parents hosted a celebration dinner for her. It was only her fourth year of teaching. They invited all of family's friend. When finally the guests were out the door, her father pushed it closed with both hands and leaned his forehead against it for a long moment.
"Baba?" Tamila asked. " Is something wrong?"
"Of course", her mother answered.
When they lived in America, her father studied as graduated student at the University of california at Berkeley in the 1970s. In a decision he is regretted for the rest of his days, he brought his family back to Iran for an extended visit during the tumultuous days immediately after the Shah was deposed an Ayatollah Khomeini returned from exile. Her father has never been able to secure for himself permission to leave Iran.
Her Father say" Your mother and I have a present for you, Tami Joon"
Tamila asked " What is it?" and returned his smile.
" Here, open the box". Her father thrust the box at her.
Tamila lifted the blue porcelain perfume bottle from the box. But when she raised the perfume bottle to her nose and inhaled, she wrinkled her nose in confusion and felt her smile leave her face, but after carefully twisting off the spritzer and discovering it contained only sand.
Her father pulled her close and kissed her forehead. " My beautiful Tamila, this is not just any sand."
"This " he said reverently,is sand from America. I brought it back with my own hands to give to my beautiful Tamila Joon on her fifth birthday, so she can keep it safe and know that when she is older, she has a special job to do. She is to take this sand and return it to where it belongs. She is to return it to America.
I will write a lot in the next blog.
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