A woman nearing seventy years of age, with heavy breaths and beads of sweat.

Hot sweat covered her wrinkled forehead, and she realized then that it was just that dream.

Who visits her from time to time since her father's murder more than sixty years ago.

(Afsar) got out of bed and lit the stove sitting in the corner of her room.

Feeling extremely cold, she held a wooden rosary, which was her last memory.

She has from her father (Ashur), and while she was sitting in front of the fire, (Nazanin) entered.

In a hurry, she said:

What's wrong, aunt?! .. Why are you shouting?!

(Afsar) remained silent and did not respond or turn towards the anxious (Nazanin), but continued to

She stares at the fire she lit and fiddles with that wooden rosary.

Breathe deeply...

Nazanin placed her hand on her teacher's hand and said:

It's the same dream again, isn't it...?

(Afsar) slowly pulled her hand away from (Nazanin)'s hand and said in a voice

Mixed with sadness

And is there anything else...?

Nazanin looked at her teacher's sad face and said:

We will avenge your father soon, I promise you that, Aunt...

(Asfar) smiled as she turned her face from the fire towards (Nazanin).

And she says:

When we embark on that, we must be reasonable.

(Nazanin): I don't know anyone wiser than you in this world, Auntie...

(Afsar): I will not claim to be rational, for the pinnacle of rationality is the lowest degree of madness.

(Nazanin). ...

(Asfar): Where are your sisters?