 The
photo album
Even after 9 years I still miss everything I had
left behind
By Khaton Khanom
December 5, 2003
The Iranian
Yesterday afternoon, I finally decided to be a good
girl and clean up my closet. After moving few stuff around I found
a box that has
all my old books in it and a few things that I had brought with
me from Iran.
I opened the box just to look at it and there I found
my old photo album . It was a very small album that my cousin
had bought for me as a yaadegaary just few days before I moved.
It had only a few pages so I had to put my most favorite, memorable
pictures in it.
Before I knew it, I was siting in middle of the closet and going
through the pages.
On the first page there was a picture of me and
my two cousins sitting by the pool.
I was 5, she was 7 and he was 9. As always, he is hugging me tight,
I am making a face for the camera and she is laughing at me!
The second page has a picture of my 6th birthday party. I am surrounded
by all 22 cousins and all my friends, even my first crush!
Right underneath, there is another picture from
that same day! I am sitting on my favorite aunt's lap and giving
her a kiss. Looking
at that picture makes my whole body to shake because I can clearly
remember that moment.
After she had walked in to the formal dining
room and was sited by mom on the big blue chair, I had
walked up to her to
say hi and she had put me on her lap and pulled a little
jewelry box from somewhere
out of her chador that always smelled like roses. When she had
handed me the box , I had put a little kiss on her soft cheeks
and my brother had snapped the shot. Sadly I lost her two years
later.
On the third page I see a picture of Sizdah Bedar
1986 and everybody is enjoying the Ashe Reshteh. Oh, I look so
damn good
in that
jacket mom had netted for me.
And the last page has a picture
of my 17th birthday.( I moved here just a few weeks after
that.)
In the picture I am sitting in middle of my four cousins and
they are squeezing me so hard that I am screaming and...
The
warmness of the little tear that had dropped on my hand, brings
me back to this world.
I get up and put the album on my bed. As I am washing my face
in my
bathroom, I look at myself in the big mirror that covers the
whole wall and I wonder if this feeling of homesickness will
ever go
away!?
Even after 9 years I still miss my home, my loud
cousins, my friends and everything I had left behind.
I truly wish that someday we all can go back to
our only home.
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