Shabe Eshgh هایده

I know I don't hold fast to my roots but in the darkness of dreams, my memory retreats to physical photographs of Iranian heritage wafting through my mother's living room on the corner of Melrose and Hayworth. When I close my eyes I can still feel the ample sting of my parents love embracing all the subsistence that belonged to my ingenuity at the tender age of 4. I recall by heart living my life, walking on clouds rather than eggshells, and bid it a tender farewell. <3