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		<title>Our own Shahrzad</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[4 I hear something outside in the balcony. Two doves, as white as snow, and beautiful, have perched on our railing. Doves often make me smile. They remind me of my childhood, and the long nights when my great aunt &#8230; <a href="http://purplescream.com/our-own-shahrzad/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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<h4><span style="color: #808080">4</span></h4>
<p>I hear something outside in the balcony.</p>
<p>Two doves, as white as snow, and beautiful, have perched on our railing.  Doves often make me smile. They remind me of my childhood, and the long  nights when my great aunt was visiting. Ezy, as we called her, was a  great storyteller with a thousand tales. With her around we felt like  the king in the <strong> </strong><a href="http://www.art-arena.com/thousand.htm" target="_blank"><strong>1001 nights</strong></a>. She was our own <a title="Shahrzad in 1001 nights" href="http://www.art-arena.com/thousand.htm" target="_blank"><strong>Shahrzad</strong></a>.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px">“Tell us another one”, we would plead.</p>
<p>Ezy never refused, never complained that she was too tired. We stayed up  well past midnight while she told us story after story. Many of her  stories included doves as part of the cast. The great white doves in her  stories could speak, but only to each other. It was as if they were the  storyteller’s special helper. It seemed the doves had a specific  mission; they would offer us bits of information that the hero and  heroines didn’t have access to, but were going to learn later in the  story. A clever invention of the old storytellers, which made us feel  smarter than the cast. The story doves always came in twos, and they  were always sisters. <em>Smart, clever, and intelligent sisters</em>.</p>
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		<title>Story doves</title>
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		<description><![CDATA["Long, long time ago, when people were still good, they could understand the animal’s language." <a href="http://purplescream.com/story-doves/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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<p><div id="attachment_450" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 348px"><a rel="attachment wp-att-450" href="http://purplescream.com/story-doves/white_zebradove/"><img style="border: 0pt none" src="http://purplescream.com/files/2009/11/White_ZebraDove.JPG" alt="White Story Doves" width="338" height="253" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">White Story Doves</p></div></h4>
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<p>Now, a set of white doves are sitting on our balcony, looking at me in  that funny way only doves do, moving their tiny heads from one side to  another. I stare right back at them.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px">“Hello”, I whisper, “Can you tell me what happened at our house that summer day in <a title="1953 Iranian coup d'état" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1953_Iranian_coup_d%27%C3%A9tat" target="_blank">1953</a>?” I smile. “You could if you were Persian Story Doves. But you are not from the stories. You are just doves.” I smile. “You could if you were Persian Story Doves. But you are just  doves,” I say to myself. “You can’t even understand me, which is fair  since I can’t understand you either.”</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px">“A long, long time ago, when people were still good and kind, they were  able to understand the language of animals,” my grandmother would tell  us whenever she told stories, not as often as Ezy<em></em>.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px">“But I guess the world is now changed and is filled with bad people who are  not good enough to understand your tongue,” I say to the doves.</p>
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