Faranak is my Persian sister in the Netherlands.
She was adopted in November 1977 by a Dutch family who lived at the same street as my family did. Her parents adopted her from the same international orphanage in Tehran as I was coming from. Faranak is originally from Shiraz. We instantly became friends.
I was 7 years old when my family moved to another village to live closer to my dad’s work. Since that time we didn’t see eachother often anymore and when time went by, we lost contact.
When I was 22 years old and living in Amsterdam, I talked to someone who told me I looked like a daughter of a friend of his. That’s something I rarely hear so I got curious and asked who she is. He answered; ‘Faranak.’ So ever since that time we were reconnected again and she’s like a sister to me.
Faranak is and has been very important to me in my life. Someone with the same roots, someone whom I could relate to, someone who I could talk to and understands.
And above all she’s an incredible wise and beautiful lady.
She’s my precious Persian sister.
This is a picture of us in 1979 when we were visiting my aunt and uncle in Friesland.
The neigbours of my aunt and uncle had a farm where we liked to play (or look cool) in the hay. (Faranak is at the right.) (The orphanage gave us our Persian names.)
PS. “In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart find its morning and is refreshed. “ -Kahlil Gibran-