239th story
It was spring and little Nazanin used to sit beside the window and look at the birds flying.
Little Nazanin called her mom: ” What is the name of these birds?”
Mother said: ” They must be swallows. They come from very far ways and start a life and leave when summer ends.”
Little Nazanin: ” I wish I was a swallow!”
And mother smiled.
Days passed. Beautiful blossoms made nature look incredible. Little Nazanin opened her window and called her mom: “Can you hear the bird singing?”
Mom said: ” They are sparrows. They sing together. They live here and stay here.”
Little Nazanin whispered: ” I wish I was a sparrow!”
And mother laughed.
Days passed and summer’s sun was giving a delightful warmth. Little Nazanin saw a bird on the neighbor’s wall. She called her mother and said: ” What is that bird called?”
Mother said kindly: “That’s a pigeon. They live in their nest all year long. They fly as much as they like and come back to their nest to rest.”
Little Nazanin said: ” I wish I was a pigeon.”
Mother was waiting for this sentence.
One night little Nazanin told her father: ” I wish I was a bird. Can I become a bird?”
A few years passed and Nazanin went to school. She came home with three books and said: ” My teacher gave me these.”
Mother said: ” Now you are ready to fly as you always wished to.”
“FLY?! HOW?!” Nazanin asked.
Mother said: ” With these books. You will learn so many things. Each book in your life will be like one of your wings. Just never stop learning and reading. Means never stop flying.”
A Voice from Iran 
What a lovely story! Our imagination can fly with books 🙂
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Thanks Len.❤️
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A lovely story, Laleh!!!❤️
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Thanks so much sweetheart.❤️
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A very lovely story Laleh!
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Thanks so much dear.❤️
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You’re welcome. In our extended family, a baby girl has been named Laleh too.
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Awww that’s amazing.❤️
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Yes, it is. And where most people didn’t get the name, I did because of you. Though our national pet, Dr Allama Iqbal has a famous poem where he takes about rows and rows of Laleh blooming.
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You’re a sweetheart.❤️
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So great.Yes, books will give uns wings. Wings of dreams, wings of imagination, wings of strength and independence, wings of freedom, wings of empathy and wings of passion.
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Appreciate your comment dear.🙏
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Reading inspired me to fly away from a dubious blue collar existence to ultimately earn professor status. Nice metaphor presented here.
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Means a lot dear.🙏
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And what obstacles inspired you to become a published author?
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I guess first was my mother’s hard life. Which made me and my daughter to write‘Climbing Over Grit’.
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I was just thinking this would make such a great children’s book! And then saw you do children’s books! Will this be one? I ask because I work in Early Childhood Education and I will be taking my Chromebook to work next week and reading my work babies this and showing them the beautiful pictures you added at naptime!
I was getting in here to tell you I just finished “Climbing Over Grit” and am blown away. You honor your mother and aunts so beautifully with this book! I will be ordering all your other books now too! As an American woman, it meant a lot to me to be shown a window into the lives of my sisters in another part of the world. Broke my heart in places but filled me with such admiration and respect as well. Your mother is a force to be reckoned with and you are obviously well loved by her!
Thank you so much for directing me to this book! I never would have known about it if it weren’t for this blog. Keep up your good work!!!!
MIchelle Danelle
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You’re amazing my dear.
Vitiligo made me beautiful
What do you want to be
These children books of mine are great teaching respect, manners and reaching dreams, if you could share with schools and classes you go. Many teachers are sharing my books at schools and they liked it. Hope it would for your students.
Again appreciate your kindness, beautiful words.❤️❤️❤️
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I also like this story and was drawn to it because I was also a controlled wife in my earlier life, and wasn’t “allowed” to drive a car or have a driver’s license and similar to your mother, I pushed and fought in the ways that I could to achieve both those things. Similar to your dad, my husband, once I did the thing he forbid me to do, was then supportive and taught me how to drive and all the tricks. I wrote a poem about how I felt like I could “fly” when I was driving, I felt free like a bird.
So going back to Climbing Over Grit, it was invaluable to me to see that I wasn’t alone in my journey as a marital abusive survivor and my husband wasn’t alone in his quirks and ways. Your mother’s story helps me feel that there’s nothing wrong with ME, it was just a bad situation to be in. Her pride and determination really is helping me heal some old wounds. Bless you and your family. Thank you again.
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Bless you my dear, thanks a million for sharing your comment. I will post it. I’m glad you read climbing over grit. You may like reading my other book, Soroosh. The path this 10 years old boy goes through in life gives us hope.
Thanks a million again my dear.❤️❤️❤️
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Laleh, thank you sharing your genuine story. When we place books in a child’s hands, they will experience rich and positive dreams.
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Thanks for always reading my folktales.❤️
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