Through the window of an old house, I gaze at the leaning tree. I wonder what the generations before me saw when they looked through this very frame. Perhaps it began as a lush green meadow, and over time a tiny sapling emerged, grew, and reached proudly toward the sky. Now, as I look through the same window, the leaning tree has bent beneath the weight of the world, yet it still stands strong. The wind and storms shake its branches, but its roots remain firmly anchored in the earth. The rain nourishes it, and its shade shelters countless flowers blooming beneath its leaves. Looking through this old window, I find myself wondering what the generations after me will see through the same frame. Will this view one day give way to towering skyscrapers and busy streets, or will the leaning tree still be standing there, steadfast in its place? by Ahmad Ahmadi