The eleven days after I sent the letter
A day-by-day record of the gap between posting a request to Isfahan and the phone ringing, written while it was still happening rather than after.
Rotterdam, Netherlands · from Isfahan
In contact with my birth mother — slowly, and with care.
Two phone calls so far, both arranged through the Jatkhali team. I write about what the waiting feels like, because nobody prepares you for the waiting.
Written here, published by them. The Jatkhali team can unpublish anything, but the words are theirs.
A day-by-day record of the gap between posting a request to Isfahan and the phone ringing, written while it was still happening rather than after.
Team writing this profile appears in.
Two phone calls so far, arranged through the team. What the gap between them actually feels like, written while it is still happening.