When everyone is sleeping!

When I was in my home town Shiraz, our house had a porch. Beneath the porch there was an old Jasmine flower; however, later my family decided to cut it down because it was growing so fast that was intruding in neighbor’s house, but I still consider it to be there.

At that time I was used to come to the porch every night and talk with the night. I was waiting for the moon to turn round every month. For me the full moon had good news. Because one night that I had back ache and I had to sleep on the ground, I had a dream that some one held my hand in the middle of night; I got up and I saw the framed moon in the window of my room. The moon was the brightest I had ever seen.