Once Again, The Pleasant Scent of Bread…

An excerpt from the book: The garden of the mansion had a different tranquility at sunset. Four lamps lit the corner of the wall, and their light danced on the pond’s water. The wind twisted through the leaves of the plane trees, and the scent of the evening primroses caressed the senses. In a corner of Masoumeh Khanum’s courtyard, a spinning fire was twirling in the air to light Aunt Akhar’s hookah, while on the other side, Saeedeh leaned against the wall, watching the dance of the spinning fire with tear-filled eyes. Sometimes, you wish your thoughts could be flower buds in the garden soil of your childhood hands, so you could carry them to the pond’s edge, wash them, and take them away from their source.