Mahsa Khanpour (Deniz Daei’s mother) and Azita Arbab (Jamilah’s child) stood side by side, surrounded by the hum of America—a country they had come to call home, yet one that still felt foreign in its quiet ways. It was a sunny afternoon when they finally met in person, their connection having been built over whispered names and shared memories of the past. For Mahsa, Deniz was a name heavy with meaning—a son whose ambitions carried him beyond the borders of what she had always known. A mother in her essence, she often spoke of Deniz as both her pride and her quiet ache, a reminder of how far he had traveled from her embrace.
