She says with joy "Nazy Joon, I have met someone!" Across the continents and through the telephone line, my young friend tells me about the man who is showing her love for the first time. I ask all the prudent questions. She is ready to answer them. I ask her if she is sure of his feelings for her, too, and she says "Yes. I am!" I am so happy for my young friend. All the way in Europe, away from family and friends in Iran and in US, just when she wasn't looking at all, she has met a business colleague who is kind and considerate and loving, she says. My heart sings with the joy of love in my vicinity. Good for her. And he is a very lucky man, indeed. I remind her of what I had said to her just a year ago about love--that she will find it in the least likely place and when least expected. She says: "Nazy Joon, why do you think I called you to tell you my news tonight?" I smile.