June 7, 1999
This story was written by Shahla, who is originally from Abadan City, Iran. She has three brothers and two sisters. She finished her high school and her subject was literature. After that she went to college but she didn't continue it. Shahla has been married for thirty years and she has two sons. One is twenty-seven years old and the other one is fourteen years. Now she is in Canada and she is hoping to learn English very well. That will make it easy for her to decide what she`s going to do.
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I remember the summer of '72 when my family and I went on vacation to the north of our country. Northern Iran is very beautiful in the summer. There are no words to describe the beauty of its nature. Everywhere we went we were surrounded by gladiolas [lilies]. We decided to go up the mountain. As we went higher we could feel our lungs filling withthe crisp mountain air which was scented with the smell of flowers. When we reached the top of the mountain we felt a cool pleasant breeze passing over us and it was very invigorating. As we looked down from above, we saw the amazing view through the mist which covered the mountain. We were in awe of the beauty that surrounded us. From there we saw the Caspian Sea. It was a magnificent Caribbean blue. To this day I can still remember the beauty that surrounded us then.