The delicately lined illustrations gracefully evince both the mundane and the magic in the details of the narrator’s everyday life as a child: the boy delivering towers of bread on his bike Ramadan meals with her grandma, both at home and at the mosque and playtime with her friend Annette while both of their grandmothers chat, knit blankets, and drink coffee. When grandma sweeps, she does too when grandma wakes up for prayer at dawn, she does too and when grandma sews herself a chador, she helps, even if nominally.
The narrator joins her grandmother, whom she loves dearly, in everything as she goes about her day.
Love, childhood adventures, religion, and tradition are the centerpieces of this book about the author and her late grandmother, with whom she grew up in the same household in pre-revolutionary Iran.
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