I was very tired today, but an Iranian boy who needed to go shopping called me. So, I asked some other people to come with us going to Walmart. Then, we went to that Masnavi meeting. We went to someone's house who had a part of my dreaming life. His wife was an American (maybe Russian-American) woman. They had one or two adopted children, and God had given them their own child a few months ago.
His wife is a very good person. She has a pure and clean heart. That man himself is a very knowledgeable person. They have a very happy life together. Their little boy was very sweet. He came to me several times tonight and talked to me. He was very comfortable with me. He couldn't even speak Persian.
His wife is a very good person. She has a pure and clean heart. That man himself is a very knowledgeable person. They have a very happy life together. Their little boy was very sweet. He came to me several times tonight and talked to me. He was very comfortable with me. He couldn't even speak Persian.
The boy: "Is it Persian music?"
His father: "Yes."
The boy: "I like it."
He had a part of my dreaming life, but I want more. Much more.
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