This was a poetic description of the jubes that they were running up and down, east and west in Tehran where I grew up. Your detailed narrative brought to life a slice of a forgotten past. I also liked the pictures you posted.
Love this, Bianca. Your descriptions are so evocative; I felt like I was there beside your kid self in that golden sunlight, azaan singing out in the dusty air and reverberating there. 🕌💫
This was a poetic description of the jubes that they were running up and down, east and west in Tehran where I grew up. Your detailed narrative brought to life a slice of a forgotten past. I also liked the pictures you posted.
Love this, Bianca. Your descriptions are so evocative; I felt like I was there beside your kid self in that golden sunlight, azaan singing out in the dusty air and reverberating there. 🕌💫