When I was about five years old, my grandmother had a big mulberry tree in her yard. She would sweep the mulberries that already covered the yard in the early mornings. The neighbours and relatives sometimes came to my grandmother’s house to eat fresh mulberries.
One time on the eve of the New Year, my brother Farhad, who was two years older and one of my best playmates, was staying with me at her house to celebrate the beginning of spring, the New Year. My brother and I were playing in the yard, and he was trying to climb the mulberry tree. He could not reach the branches so I tried to convince him that we should pick the berries form the ground and wash them and eat them, but he said he had to get up on the roof so he could reach the very ripe berries.
“I want to go to the roof to pick some red and fresh ones,” he said.
The roof was very high, about six or seven meters off the ground. But it was flat and there was a way to get up to it from the yard. There were some stairs at the corner of the house. He stepped carefully up the stairs, holding his hand to the wall. When he got to the roof he waved to me. He picked some berries and then he went right to the edge of the roof and reached out to a branch of the tree full of mulberries.
Suddenly he fell like a heavy ball down into the yard. I was scared. I thought he had died. I screamed for my mother to come. He lay on the ground without moving.
My mother came running out with a scared face and with her voice shaking said, “What happened to my son? Farhad! Farhad, are you OK?” We were all looking at him, and I was standing above him and I looked at his face.
Then he opened his eyes and said, “Where is my mulberry?”
I smiled and said, “On the floor.”
He was okay! His arm was hurt and his neck hurt, but in a week he was fine. I was very happy that it was not serious.
Later my grandmother moved to a new house and so we don’t go back there now to see the mulberry tree. My brother and I sometimes talk about the time he fell. We were both young and can’t remember everything clearly. But I think it was a miracle in my brother’s and my lives.