Imagine you are walking down a leafy path…The sun is receding, and you are walking alone, caressed by the breezy light of the late afternoon. Then suddenly, you feel a large drop on your right arm. Is it raining? You look up. The sky is still deceptively sunny…seconds later another drop. Then, with the sun still perched in the sky, you are drenched in a shower of rain. This is how memories invade me, abruptly and unexpectedly…
by Azar Nafisi
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The passage describes a serene moment while walking down a path, where the presence of sunlight gives a sense of calm. This peaceful scenario is abruptly interrupted by unexpected raindrops, which symbolize how memories can suddenly invade our thoughts. Just as the sun can suddenly give way to rain, memories can emerge unexpectedly, creating a dissonance between the present tranquility and the emotional storms they bring.

In this metaphor, Azar Nafisi illustrates the unpredictable nature of memory and how it can intrude on our consciousness without warning. The contrast between the pleasant afternoon and the sudden shower reflects the complexity of human experience, where moments of joy can be tinged with memories that invoke sadness or nostalgia. This encapsulates the essence of her memoir, highlighting the intertwining of literature and life’s unpredictable emotional landscape.

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