It was a beautiful sunny day in Shiraz, the birds were singing, the sky was clear, everything felt right and everyone was happy. Although it was almost winter, the weather was still good. Well the only thing I can tell, is that I actually don't remember this day at all! I only heard about it, but for the rest, it stays only in my mind as a story told by my mom. Well it must have been an important day of course, because this day, my mother gave birth to me, on 13 November 1991.
I lived here in this beautiful town called Shiraz untill I was 4 years old. After that we moved to Tehran, the capital city of Iran, we lived there for almost 3 years and then we went for a new adventure in The Netherlands in Europe.