Monday, June 9th, 2003 3:30 P.M, Waiting for the plane to Amsterdam
I am sitting on a comfortable seat among perhaps 20 people. I am surprisingly very calm and I have a feeling that everything will be okay. I am now an independent girl and I’m very proud of myself.

Same day, 5:06, Inside the plane, waiting for it to fly
I can’t believe I’m this calm! Celine Dion is singing softly. I’m very happy. I just want to get it over with and see my family. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. After four years I’m finally going back. It’s like a dream come true.
Monday Night, 9:40 P.M.
I can hardly see what I’m writing because the lights are out. Everyone is sleep but I can’t fall asleep. The plane is silent and illuminated by the small t.v screen in every row. I’m very bored. I can’t fall asleep because my seat is not the most comfortable place to sleep. I wish I had my bed.
Monday Night, 11:25 P.M (Iran time) Finally Home!
We landed! I can see the city below. It is very beautiful. It is full of lights. Wow! I’m finally home. I can’t believe it. I feel like I’m in a beautiful dream. The plane is slowly going down. I’m too excited to look away from the small window. This is what I waited for since I came to America. Every year I hoped for a sign. I waited for God’s answer to my prayers. He finally answered me. I knew he would. He always has.
I’m tired but it doesn’t matter. What matters is that now I’m finally in the airport and all I have to do is just wait. First I have to go through this place where they check passports. Then I have to look for my luggage.
I’m carrying two very heavy suitcases. They won’t open it, thank God.
OOh, there’s my cousin! My sister is coming towards me. She huggs me and cries. I am so happy. It is the best feeling in the world.
Tehran at last. It has been such joyable trip. Long and sweet. It was sweet because it is what my heart desired more than anything else.