Aahaneh Sorb Deedeh

She would hug me and tell me, "Aahaneh Sorb Deedeh Meeshi". Khaleh Sori, who passed away four years ago.

She would tell me this when I would cry day and night because they had taken Dad to Zendaaneh Evin.

She was right, except for one thing: I became more sorb over time, and the ahaan just got lost. It became absorbed in the sorb, and or evaporated.

I guess she had no clue what was coming for me. Evin was just the beginning.