biography_ first draft

Unlike Holden Caulfield _the protagonist of Catcher In The Rye_ who evades from telling stories of his childhood, his parents and " all that David Copperfield kind of crap", I am very much interested in the path my parents have been through,espcially of my mom. I haven't lived a life and to this very particular time, there has been no climax not even a twist in my plot. Therefore I won't bother you with reading where I was bo and what I did back in high school.

Let's go back to begiing of my mom's story and how she met my father. She was the 4th daughter of a worker. Mom was called Mahnaz. I don't know if there is a story behind it but most likely because her older sister was named Shahnaz and these two are in rhyme.
She went to public school, like the rest of her siblings. Mom was not doing well at school. It was the time of war. Every moing, she could see the bombs falling down like waterdrops. They were not meant to bring joy as the rain does. And every time she heard a bomb go off, her little heart would beat wildly. She would close her eyes and recite some verses of Quran. And magically she was unhurt, safe and sound. Grandpa could hardly bring home the bacon.
Mom fell in love. May be at once or after a while, but we all know she was madly in love with an Iraqi peshmerga. She married when she was barley 15. Her life was full of joy and passion. And as days passed by her love grew stronger. It is a truth universally acknowledged that no love story has a happy ending. Mom's husband was killed in war, fighting against Saddam Hussein's army. Now what she had left was her 9 months old son.
His only heritage was soon taken away from mom. His grandparents took his custody and he was taken to Iraq. Mom had nothing to do but weeping. Two years passed. My beautiful mom was 18 by that time. My dad was on a trip to my mom's hometown. He met her and soon after he fell in love with her brilliant eyes. He proposed to her. As dad was 22 years older and already had a wife and kids, mom rejected. She had no choice. The simple right to choose her spouse was deprived of her. My grandparents talked her into accepting dad's proposal. Unwillingly, she accepted with only one condition: that my father would find my lost brother.
They married and that is how I found my way to this world. Years went by. Dad travelled to Iraq to look for my brother, Siyawand. He was nowhere to be found. But eventually, there came the time when mom met her son once again. Now 13, fully grown up, much like his father in terms of appearance. He had lived a lie that her grandparents are his actual parents. And one day, out of curiosity he came across some family albums and it was when the truth was revealed to him. She embraced her son after 12 years of separation. Her eyes were filled with tears, his heart was full of joy.