Star (Setare)

My two brothers are dear to me, and they are still in Iran. I remember laying between them on the tiled terrace of my Mother’s house in Tehran at night. We would gaze up into the sky, and each would choose
a star, our own star for ourselves. On our stars, we made wishes
for the future. PARVANEH was my wish, and the path of my wishes, made with my brothers, is my jewelry.