Mom and I are on a plane back to Kuwait. A family emergency has forced us to cut our trip short.
“So, what were you dreaming about?”
Still dazed, I could barely make out the face that asked me that question…it took the daze a few minutes to settle…moments later I could make out my mom’s bright big eyes.
“You were smiling in your asleep…so..tell, tell?”
Tell, tell I will. In the next posts, but in the meantime here are some posts I wrote in Iran but couldn’t publish them coz blogspot was blocked: