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Item No. M2
"When Mother raised her hands in her prayers, the
wind opened the window.
I looked at her fingertips. An astray bird
was sitting on every one of them,
brushing its forelock. Once again
I bent on the pulp paper notebook of my
postponed homework. At
once, a couple of doves sat on the edge of the
window, fluttering their
wings. I held my breath and stood there motionless.
When Mother
rested her forehead on the ground in prostration, the doves flew
into the
room. When she ended her prayers, the doves were sitting on Father's
portrait as a young man. Mother looked at Father's portrait as the two
doves were
reclining on his chest, shivering. When the second
prayers began, I crossed out the
cage I had drawn in my notebook. The window of that room was never
closed again
until we moved and left that house. It was the room
that was full of cashmere designs
and carpet and teapot flowers.
Do you remember?"
-- Anarestan