My dearest Aunt Sara,

Next year Ezra and I plan to journey to Tehran. 

I will try to visit you.  One day I am

sure we will meet again.  I would like to tell

you of the journeys I have made in my life,

see your wise, kind eyes, feel the warmth of your

hand in mine.  I would like to tell you that

my memories of my childhood in Iran will always remain, 

though faded like an echo and locked away like a 

keepsake, my place of safety, my heaven on earth, the 

destination about which I forever wonder but can never reach.

Your loving niece,



Paraphrases from the novel Gwendolen by Diana Souhami.