Elaheh Taghianie
Death الهام طغیانی ریزی 44 years old in Iran Isfahan Zarrin Shahr
Written by: Nava
I was asleep.A deep sleep; deeper than all the sleeps I had lived in these forty-seven years. I got up slowly and sat up.I ran a hand through my tangled hair.At that moment, I remembered how white it had become lately and that I should color it before the twins' wedding. I looked around.Everything was strange.I didn't know where I was, I just knew I didn't want to be here, the air smelled of death; of staleness, silence, and darkness.Our house was always full of light; full of the laughter of my sons and the kindness of my wife.But here... here it was as if time had died years ago. I tried to remember where I was and what had happened, but my mind was blank.I had no sense of time; it was as if the hands had stopped. I got up.The room was dark and full of worn-out, dusty items.Behind me, an old mirror was nailed to the wall.I went closer, wiped away the dust of years with the palm of my hand, and stared at my face.At my eyes.And suddenly... I remembered everything slowly. It was Dey.Zarrinshahr of Isfahan was cold; a cold that reached the bone marrow.I, who had always loved to create; to create everything from nothing.I had a small vegetable workshop with ten workers; my fellow citi…
الهام طغیانی · ترک قشقایی · زرین شهر اصفهان · پاساژ گلریز
