With wide eyes, a burning sigh, and a troubled soul, he stands on the brink of death, lost in pain and sorrow.
With a faint smile, he reminisces about his village—the free spirit of the pigeons, his mother\'s vitality and kindness, and the half-sunny afternoons under the rain.
He tilts his head towards the sky, igniting a suddenly alive space filled with thousands of birds and laughter.
He sees an alley scented with fresh bread and bathed in the soft glow of a field, wheat, and clouds, and a space of love and friendship lies between a mountain and a turquoise river.
Unable to reach the light, tears of blood swell his eyes, yet, with a bit of warmth, a little love, and a little ray of good days behind, his aching heart opens a window to the sun\'s warmth.
Shahla Latifi
August 2025