Let me draw your lips as if they have always curled into a smile. Let me draw your eyes as if they have never seen the day your sister die
Let me pour all the world’s innocence in them
Let me skip your ears as if they have never heard of the day your brother was butchered
Let me forget about the black gowns you have worn ever since. Let me forget about whatever that is black. Let me opt for moonish white and nightish blue.
Let me violate the cliches of drawing.
Let me close my eyes and imagine that You have never closed your eyes.
“Let me never cease from imagining.” Let me imagine that tomorrow is your birthday,Bahman 15th. Let me imagine that tomorrow is the day I had been waiting for the whole year. Let me imagine that tomorrow I will come to your house, my drawing in my hand, and say: