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A Voice from Iran

 

There was a very kind old lady helping my mother during our childhood by babysitting us.

She was very skinny with a long face full of deep wrinkles. You could easily get a sense that she had an extremely painful life.

We loved her and respected her a lot. My mother was very kind and generous to her as much as she possibly could. We called her “Nane Ali.”

She had her own beliefs. For instance, she never liked to take a picture or be in family photos. We really wanted to have a photo to remember her for ever but she always refused.

Years passed and we grew up. One day me and my sister decided to pay a visit to Nane Ali.

Nane Ali got very excited and hugged us. We talked about all her kindness and how honored we were to have her growing up, and…

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