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.