 Dear Ghazanfar
A mother's letter to his son
By Kouros Behzad
April 29, 2003
The Iraniana
My Dear Ghazanfar,
I am in a well here and hoping you are also in a well
there. I'm writing this letter slowly, because I know you cannot
read fast.
We don't live where we did when you left home. Your
dad read in the newspaper that most accidents happen 20 miles from
home, so we moved 20 miles. I won't be able to send the address
as the last people who stayed here took the house numbers with them
for their new house so they would not have to change their address.
Hopefully by next week we will be able to take our earlier address
plate here, and our address will remain same too.
The weather here isn't too bad. It rained only twice
last week. The First time it rained for 3 days and second time for
4 days.
The coat you wanted me to send you, your aunt said
ita would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with all the
metal buttons, so we cut them off and put them in the pocket.
Your father has another job. He has 500 men under
him. He is cutting the grass at the cemetery.
By the way I took Fati to our club's poolside. The
manager is Ahmad. He told her that two-piece swimming suit is not
allowed in his club. We were confused as to which piece should we
remove?
Your sister had a baby this morning. I haven't found
out whether it is a girl or a boy, so I don't know whether you are
an aunt or uncle.
Your Uncle Ghasem fell in the nearby well. Some men
tried to pull him out, but he fought them off bravely and drowned.
 Your best friend, Mahmood,
is no more. He died trying to fulfill his father's last wishes.
His father had wished to be buried in the sea after he died. And
your friend died while in the process of digging a grave for his
father.
There isn't much more news this time. Nothing much
has happened.
Love,
Mom
P.S. Ghazanfar, I was going to send you some money
but by the time I realized, I had already sealed off this letter.
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