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A letter to Leila
Copyright Fatemeh Behboudi 2024
Updated May 2024
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Some people are only happen once in our lives
They are like a miracle
They can shed light on the lives of others. But their times for living are very short and low
They do not belong to the life .. they do not belong to anywhere
They are Just coming , to inspire other human beings lives and leave
If they are not, our world will be plunged into darkness

One day that I was drowning in the darkness of life I did not know that I was alive or  what was the meaning of dreams?
The day I wandered and fluttered my wings against the walls like a bird in a cage
I saw one of these rare people . A person who was like a miracle
Her name was Leila

Someone who illuminated my dark world with her words and beliefs .I saw God
I understood life And I began to feeling and believe in myself  and found a dream for the first time ,
If it weren't for Leila ... maybe I wouldn't be alive today .
I saw her 14 years ago  . a tall and simple girl
She was a psychology student and an employee of the Art Center, where I was studying photography there
that time ,I was immersed in my dark world with thousands of fears and stress inside me
I did not know what was the meaning of life And I could not be like other people
Suddenly, our friendship began with a word from her
When I printed one of my black-and-white photos in the lab, she saw the photo and said
"You photographed the spirit of the trees." I believe that one day you will become a good photographer "
This was the first time someone had seen something in my photos that I could not see in myself
It was the first time someone believed me When, I did not believe .
She became like a sister to me and gave hope and light to my Dark life with her words and beliefs And when I started to believe in someone
Leila lost her life ..Like a dandelion .
 she left the world quietly without anyone hearing her voice .
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her death was a big shock in my life. I thought that life had played a cruel joke on me again.
 But over time, I noticed a change. I found a dream and walked on a path that was caused by my dear friend. Someone who gave me a different meaning of life.
This series is about moments and conversations from my life that I had with Leila after her death.


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