Nahid and Mari
Nahid arranged to meet us in his tent or, as his mother tells him jokingly, in his second house, due to the time he passes there. He had several stories for us and we heard them sitting on low chairs. We will not forget the musicality of the poems in Persian language that transported us to dream places. Nahid unraveled the words and entertained us with her stories that, although they were stripped of the music in translation, kept all their charm. With her, we enjoyed tea and learned about the Baha'i community and their beliefs.