Darbārah-yi mādaram: Persian 1401

The beginning of middle age or the end years of youth is the time when we slowly see and experience the weakness, illness, and disability of our mothers. A difficult period that may last for many years and the mother is losing her body and mind more and more before our eyes and we are witnessing the death of a woman whose soul we are sure is not connected to anyone as much as her. In these years, his memory starts to fade rapidly, he likes to talk more, narrate more, and it is in these moments that if we are eager to listen and record, suddenly a world of stories opens before us, which despite the decade's Life, we didn't know anything about them. Mother sits next to us or next to us, on a sofa in the living room, on a chair in Hayat or on the balcony, behind the small table in the corner of the kitchen, on a bench in the park, or... and from cities and villages, men and women, the nearest and the farthest, the dead and the living. , deaths and births, arrivals and departures and... and of course himself and us/me, with discrete accuracy, with sufferings, he tells about happiness and forgetfulness; Our mothers, mothers of the patriarchal reactionary tyranny world, are always happy narrators of suffering and loss; Lack of love, kindness, hope, and confidence... the book "About my mother" is the story of one of our mothers, which narrates the suffering of motherhood and being a woman in the heart of one of those male geographies; "Tahir bin Jaloun" heard his mother for years, wrote and included it in a poem that is the story of their joys and sorrows, their sayings and unsaid, as such women should be, narrate and be narrated: a novel about my mother / our mothers is like this!