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Item No. M8

"Those four rooms were four days of our life that was full of silence and tumult.

The first chamber was full of cashmere designs and carpet and teapot flowers; its ceiling covered with stickers bearing pictures of ducks.  The ceiling and walls of the second chamber were full of broken ceramic pieces, each glazed with a lost memory.  The cherries Zahra hung from her ears, the wooden horses and silver dragonflies that had their eternal roles in the dyers' alley had hidden the third chamber under the overflow of feelings of the wooden ceiling bars.

There were Mother's look, Mehri's sunny eyes, Jalil's azure silences, Zahra's godly wishes and the intersection of the mercuric looks of Khalil and Father, in the fourth chamber.  There were all this in the fourth room in which there was nothing but my once upon a time in the dusk of the thirty-fourth year of my life.

Now, open the windows of all four chambers! An army of glasses and ceramic pieces, wooden horses and silver dragonflies approach the rooftop of our father's house from far away."