Monday, January 12, 2004

I open her closet to smell her clothes but her scent is fading away.
She passed away 33 days ago.

Saturday, January 10, 2004

Send me a map Mother. I can't find my way. I need to know the next turn. It is snowing on your grave and your flowers are frozen.

Thursday, January 01, 2004

Denmark 


Yesterday dad and I biked to the cemetery where mom is buried. The cemeteries in the West are unlike the ones in Iran. In Iran graveyards are far from the cities and are the saddest place one can imagine. In Denmark cemeteries can be used as a park where people walk with their kids. The cemetery where my mother is buried is a beautiful and peaceful place.