Ashkan, Bashagqards,Iran 1371/2/15 It was not common for people of that region to pose for photos. So I feel lucky to be allowed... I very much liked their colorful cloths. Her baby must be 14 years old now. I hope she is!
My country has no borders;
I am from everywhere and anywhere.
My people don’t speak one language.
They don’t have one color.
I don’t feel attached to a particular culture or history or a geographical region.
I love them all, enjoy them all, and feel connected to all; feel for their pain and celebrate their joy.
I don’t follow one religion, I respect them all but I don’t practice any.
My home is here and there; all the places that I have visited and left and places that I have not visited, except in my dreams…
I don’t have doors to close or open …
I have windows, to let the light in and to gaze ourside.
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