Ja-yi pa-yi lab'ha-yi tu: Persiska (Farsi) 1401

my darling... My body is shaking. I am looking for the words of forgiveness and I seem to have lost them. They don't even fit together in my mind. I lose my breath and stare into the honey eyes that have taken away the ability to look at me, I whisper, don't be with me... I keep saying in my heart that you should not do these things to me, doctor, I have never heard these things with my ears. All my life I listen to the description of television and its programs and books. My life is a sin, Mrs. Doctor. For me, being a stranger is a sin. Where am I and this is my soul? Hearing this word, I can turn to the Qiblah and surrender to the soul and not say oh, how can you use this word for me? I have never experienced the love of your kind. How can you string these words together for me and make all my religion and faith weak? I wet my lips, doctor, I'm alive and I don't know how to die, don't put me to the test like this. In the thirty-eight years that I've been given life by God, I was me, and oh God, don't take my God away from me.