A Woman’s Dream

How many springs have come and made their home in your house? How many times has Ordibehesht kissed your forehead? How many years have passed? I have grown used to it here – with my eyes grown used to the blackness of my headscarf. I have grown used to it here – with my body grown used to the blackness of my robe. to the blackness of my window curtain. I have grown used – at night – to the Ordibehesht of my dream with its sweet sun kissing my nakedness in the meadows of the fresh morning ...