By Reza Haft-Baradaran
Ever since April 8, 2011, the day when I accompanied my daughter Saba* in her one-way journey, the color of spring has become of a different color to me. On that day, when I rushed to her aid at 9 am, I found Saba lying calm and patiently in an Iraqi ambulance. Deep down, I was very tense...
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