In a remote village in northern Iran, an old mud-brick house lies hidden among the dense forest trees; a place where the branches cast their shadows over the cracked walls. Early in the morning, the boy’s mother and father have taken the livestock to the pasture, and he has stayed home with his grandmother. The boy stands by the window, fixing his eyes on the narrow path that runs through the forest and disappears among the trees. From time to time, he lets out a quiet sigh and murmurs something under his breath, as if he has made a promise to himself to be patient. His grandmother gently comes to his side, strokes his hair, and kisses his cheek. In the stillness of the house, her love wraps around the boy like a warm light; until his parents return, that embrace is enough for him. -------- JPEG image Edition: 1/1 Size 6200 * 4000 px