This is for her

i have been hesitant to write about her, although one can write a book just on her character alone, forgetting her life story.

One reason for my hesitation is guilt. I feel as though I would intrude on her if I write about her, as if I would expose her to the world, although no one really reads what I write and with my lack of ability to finish projects, nothing will ever be published. (Although some computer geek was able to retrieve my Ebrahimi translations after I donated my law school laptop recently so there is hope).

Anyway...but I have decided to start jotting down some notes since I have realized she represents a whole section of society that went unnoticed due to social and political realities of their generation. Yes, indeed she is an archetype of the Iranian Grandmother who was held back as a wife and mother...while had she been here in America, well, at least she may have been driving.

This is why I am beginning my notes on her, slowly and a few words per day, and after each time I interact with her.

And this is for Mamani, whose shoes I used to hide behind our couch when I was a child so that she would not leave our house since she brought so much joy to my life when she came and stayed over, especially since she would back me up in front of my parents and I did get away from a lot when she was around...

This is for Mamani whose beautiful blue eyes have been diseased by old age, one with Macular Degeneration (which is now blind) and the other with Cataract. But they are still the bluest with her blue roosari.

Baa Ejaazeh, of course.