An Empress Spending Her Later Years in Paris
Restless, the empress untwists her hair from a bun untangling strands along with memories of her last days in Iran. She recalls the minarets standing like white birds with longl necks and an eerie stillness on the edge of the sea, the red pomegranates in bloom but enflaming the trees like swollen wounds. She feels once again that same essence of unease, the need to be vigilant and take charge of her life. Though safe and comfortable in Paris, she now thinks of the Arab Spring, the uprisings in The Middle East and how many people will suffer during the revolt and the illusions propelled by their radical regime. And still, in a bittersweet way, she clings to the past, the culture and history of a beautiful garden, a nation called Persia. .