Having a blue parcel in my hand I entered the class. The kids stood up and asked about the parcel
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“This has been delivered for the Four Shahid Rajaei Elementary School ’s Studenets and Their Teacher” , I told them.”Could you guess where it is from?”, I raised the question.
“It must be a book for the library from Tehran”, Hossein answered.
“or some present for Norouz, or from Bardkhoon” , Parisa mentioned.
“No, let me give you a hint, it is not from Iran” , I told them
“Dubai…no , no The US”, Hosein shouted.
“Good guess, that’s right. It has been sent by Ms. Eliza, an Iranian residing in The US”.
As I mentioned “The US”, Hosein got petrified, “It must be a bomb, Let’s escape or we will be killed all.”, he added.
“No, it is just a bar of chocolate”, I said.
“They are just out there to start wars”, Hossein said again.
“They bombarded the holy shrines in Iraq and they don’t respect our religious icons”, Parisa stated.
“The Americans are not the same with the American governors. Many of them are anti war, and remember that Iranians never start a war or invade a country, but if any country does so against Iran and tries to occupy our land, we will be up and ready to be killed defending it. Ms. Eliza is an Iranian living far from Iran and she definitely misses her origin and homeland like lots of Iranians who are not here.” I told them.
Hossein cooled down. He cheerfully said that if Ms. Eliza comes here all the students will thank her, give her some gifts and cook her their specialties.
I suggested that they write her a thank you letter, they welcomed the suggestion.
Following is Ms. Eliza’s postcard