Neda Toloui-Semnani

It’s a collection. History, memoir, letters, court records, reflection. What might have been a jumble in less skilled hands turns into a coherent whole. Like seeing a jewel with many facets. The early parts are history. Then, about half-way we are in full drama mode. Lives hang in the balance. Lives are lost. All this melds into reflection mediated by letters to and from the writer’s Mom.