در آغوش آب الفارسية 1403

Why did me sitting under the tree bother my mother? Do you think she was afraid that roots would grow for me that would go deep into the ground, making it impossible for me to return to my father’s country? Maybe, but sometimes even roots don’t mean anything. If you were like a bamboo plant... with no belonging to it... we would cut off part of its stem... and plant it, without roots, in any land... and the stem would not last long until new roots would sprout from it... and it would grow again... in a new land... without A past...without memory...that does not pay attention to people's differences in calling it...cawayan in the Philippines...bamboo in Kuwait...or bamboo in other places.