A Window To My Homeland
Each time one of my friends goes to visit Iran, he or she becomes a window through which I will catch a glimpse of all that I love and I miss there. Though we each go into different families, different settings, and more or less different experiences when we go back to Iran, we have so much in common in all that we miss and would like to explore again. As my friend goes back for a visit, I wait for his return to tell me what Iran looked like, what it felt like, what it sounded like, and what it tasted like. He is now my window to my homeland. I wait for him to come back and to open the window for me. Bon Voyage.