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Narges isn't in love with writing @ all, nor does she love her palms’ commitment to portray & growing paintings in all media & mediums. She has no selection – in either, circulate of her palms occupying her hands and her methods of pondering, relocating, being, sinking. Seeing. Sinning. making a song. Signing. Nor does she intentionally stream shape & all its codecs. merely, she is familiar with that that she is lacking domestic. while asleep, she leaps, diving into the deep area, as she enable her “hers” cross, ears cross. but, she nonetheless sees how the eraser follows. Her mother spoke back: “Oh no.”
Narges was once a bit lady whilst her mom needed to permit her move. Her mom was once sixteen while she gave delivery to her. Narges was once ten years previous whilst she first needed to migrate from Tehran to Munich, Germany, the place her father had migrated to years ahead of. She is set to maneuver again to the U.S., so the query is then the place is home?
Narges nonetheless recalls the final phrases her mother instructed her, telling, asserting; “Narges-am, Dokhtaram, Kochooloye guy. Toye in rah, u desire 2 alwayz bear in mind this 1, very first thing, Khoone-h Ye Khoda Bargh Nadare, Ke Nouresh Bere-h.” which means, “God’s apartment doesn’t run on electrical energy for its mild, consequently there aren't any Blackouts in a human heart.” Fatemeh kisses her baby at Tehran, Mehrabad’s airport, whispering this lengthy whisper: “God is often in you, see you later child.” Fatemeh is a believer.
“God shaped us. yet now not via a tremendous Bang, oh no…” She acknowledged. “But fairly actual a Bud.”
Us, this is often the form of human subject, “iEye” over the human soul, “u,” the solo.
Narges isn't really in love with writing, neither does Narges wish to paint; she has no selection, other than to simply accept to undergo the strikes intended for her arms during this lifestyles, minus time.