For My Mother
I dreamt of you and Baba again. You were both all dressed up again, going to yet another party! You both seemed in good health and good spirit, as you always do in my dreams. Something exciting is always happening around the two of you in my dreams, as it did in real life. Either you have guests or you are going to a party! Though the shape and style of the homes you have in my dreams vary, one time a cottage by a river, another our old-style villa in Tehran, yet another your Jordan apartment, you always seem to be happy, celebrating, and prosperous. Your intelligent eyes are filled with that same joie de vivre which you always had, and you don’t appear to be worrying for anything. I rather like that, remembering how you worried about every single one of us all the time. Do you remember our conversations? I stopped telling the others about those conversations, because it turned out a long time ago that whatever you guys talked about together, it wasn’t the same things you and I talked about. It seems that you and I had these private conversations, unique, deep and meaningful. Do you remember the prayer you used to do for me? Whenever I was worried about something at work and I asked you to pray for me, you would ask God to help me. You would say “God, please help my daughter and safeguard her reputation,” and this is the part that to this day reminds me of what a special woman you were, you would say: “My daughter’s is the reputation of all working women, safeguard their reputation.” My gorgeous, vivacious, brave, and intelligent Maman, Happy Mother’s Day in Heaven.