Wait a minute I have to make a phone call. She said. Just then, she was gone for a life time. 
Shahed

She speaks my two languages of heart. Her being is the light that illuminates the moments lost between two glances.
Mélanie

In her heart of twinkling stars,
the woman in my story carries goodness in her.
Maryam

On the last day of winter
a woman came into the world.
Her first name,
such as flowering
in the first days of the year.
Bahar

There is a woman out there, far far from each other, yet we will grow old together.
Azin

She tells the story of a life in her eyes. She sweeps away the sadness of the world with her smile. And her hair, well, it’s a golden waterfall.
Marianne

And words blossom from her heart.
Sandra

Hasti means life. She brings light, she is the joy. She creates harmony in gloomy days. 
Hasti

My sisters of joy and tears. 
They, names that speak of a life to be relived at the end of each story. 
They.
Yasaman

My sisters of joy and tears. 
They, names that speak of a life to be relived at the end of each story. 
They.
Behnaz

Shall I leave it tied or you do prefer my hair loose? She said. Do as you feel to be yourself. Leave it like this.
Afsaneh

She praises spring, summer, fall and winter. She carries all seasons in her heart.
Hedyeh

I know a woman.
The sun greets her
and the nightingales scream for life in her chest.
Afsaneh