Story By: Laleh Chini
During our summer days, my family and I used to go to my grandma’s villa. Her villa was a big mansion in a very large garden that was a little far from the city of Shiraz.
When my mom’s sisters and brothers gathered, there were more than forty people with kids. Grown ups used to sit together while the kids played without supervision.
Usually after lunches everyone used to take a nap along with their kids. I was only 4 years old, I never liked to take a nap and always pretended to fall sleep beside my mother. On one particular day, everyone was asleep and the big living room was very quiet.
I got bored and sneaked out to the garden area.
There was a special deep pool for watering the garden, not swimming. It was always swampy with many frogs.
I went directly towards the pool and sat by the edge to be able to watch the frogs. As I bent forward to get a good look, my feet slipped and I fell into the pool in a blink of eye.
Of course I didn’t know how to swim. I panicked and struggled for a little while but my little hands got tired and I gave up hope as I sank to the bottom of the pool. I sat in the water terrified, waiting to die. I opened my eyes and looked all around me. I was surrounded by the green water and ooze and many frogs.
One frog drew my attention as it was bigger than the others. I stared at it like it was telling me to look at it and pay attention. The frog then slowly swam towards the top of the water.
I looked carefully and did every thing the frog did, I waved my arms above my head and pushed my legs, just like the frog. Next thing I knew, I had swam to the top of the pool. Just then my uncle screamed: “She’s here….she’s here!” And pulled me out of the water.
That was an angel in the form of a frog, sent by God to save me. I could never forget that moment. Since then I learned how to swim like a frog and that’s the only way I can swim to this day.