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Urma

Urma

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Published by deeba irfan
Searching for a way back to the Iran of her youth, best-selling author Urma walks through adult life incomplete. She isolates herself in Athens, Greece, wallowing in memory of betrayals perpetrated by the men she has known. Connecting with school chums from Iran only serves to remind her of what she does not have. When the love of her life returns after a twenty-five year absence, Urma must search inside to find the kernel of home she has carried all along and open herself to accept what is rather than what was.
Searching for a way back to the Iran of her youth, best-selling author Urma walks through adult life incomplete. She isolates herself in Athens, Greece, wallowing in memory of betrayals perpetrated by the men she has known. Connecting with school chums from Iran only serves to remind her of what she does not have. When the love of her life returns after a twenty-five year absence, Urma must search inside to find the kernel of home she has carried all along and open herself to accept what is rather than what was.

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Urma: The Seasons of Life by Deeba Salim Irfan
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Prologue
TehranDecember, 1978Urma Behdad opened her eyes and stretched. It was past 7 in themorning and she could never sleep more than six hours. Asalways, she got up and looked out of the window.Snow.Her heart froze and then started hammering so hard she couldhear it in her mouth. Shivers ran down her spine. Her handstrembled on the railing of the window. Fear gripped her and tearsstarted rolling down her face. Yet another first snowfall. She wipedher tears away, cursing herself for crying.
 Not going to help,Urma
. She hated to cry, even if she was alone.But today was the first snowfall of the season, and those oldmemories she so wanted to forget rushed to the front of her mind.Every first snowfall of the season they surfaced like a suddenphone call from an ex-boyfriend.Seven years back, she had awakened in the morning and run tothe window to see the first snowfall that she loved so much. Shehad been screaming with glee about the snow when the phonerang, bringing the worst news of her life: the plane crash. Herparents. The association had frozen in her head.Last month, her all-girls boarding school—Khoabgah Zeebayee,in Chaloos, a couple of hours from Tehran—had been shut downand the students ordered home for safety. Political unrest or some
 
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such. Until today, that had seemed only an inconvenience; officialssaid they planned to reopen in March. But she felt in her bonesthis snow could portend a more sinister outcome.She wiped away the tears again, and pushed the thoughts aside,telling herself she was strong. She said a silent prayer for herparents and went to shower, then out to the dining room for breakfast.“Morning, love,” said her paternal aunt, her
aani 
, who had brought her up after her parents’ death. Aani was looking out theFrench windows of their huge bungalow.
 Salaam
, Aani, how are you?” Urma crossed to her stick-thin Aunt, who was blessed with a sanguine complexion and huggedher from behind, giving her a kiss.“The first snow,” Aani said. “See? It looks amazing…” A white blanket of snow covered the ground as far as eyes couldsee. Urma moved her arms to hug herself. Aani turned to face her. A frown of sympathy mixed withannoyance clouded her face. “Baby, again the first snow fear? What’s wrong with you? How long will you cling to this? It was anaccident, love, I’ve been telling you for so many years. Neverassociate things with happenings. It’s Shirk. God hates it.”“What can I do Aani? I try my best, but what can I do? I can’texplain how I feel. My mouth dries up, my feet are frozen theminute I see the first snow. My heart starts beating faster and I wonder what or who am I going to lose now? I can’t tell you, Aani.”Her eyes filled with tears. She looked away and wiped them. Noteven in front of Aani would she let her tears show. Aani hugged her and let her sob softly. “My strong little girl! Iknow you are very strong, you’re fine the whole year round, butthis one sight of snow makes you weak. I know this brings back all

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