My mother made a living by weaving carpets.

We are from South of Iran, we live in Bandar Abbas and we commute to Qeshm Island frequently.

It was a long time that I had not been to MAHAK's playrooms and I had missed them so much. I decided to go there and spend some time with the children. When I entered the place I was surprised because there was only one child in the room, a boy wearing a mask. I asked for the reason; "The other children are resting because they have received chemotherapy" replied a psychologist who was playing with the boy.

In the name of God of kindness and love

 

25 years ago somewhere in this city in the heat of the day, among the traffic and rushing crowds a house was founded. 

DarAbad holiday

 

When I received my result and I passed all lessons with good marks, my mom promised to take me to a trip. I was so happy when I heard that. But same as always that all mothers make a mountain out of a molehill, my mom is no exception and she told that “before traveling to the North you should be examined by an optician because I feel that your right eye has problem and I will take you to a trip afterward”.