HoorSan’s Memoir Audiobook

A real-life memoir audiobook of a girl named HoorSan, translated into English, lasting about 40 minutes. I have shared a few lines from the beginning of the book in the description. I am happy to share my experiences with you; perhaps many of you have had a life full of ups and downs like me. Chapter One: From birth to 17 years old: I was playing with my aunt, grandmother, and grandfather when I suddenly heard my mother’s cries from the stairs. I hurried to the door and saw my mother holding her bag, tearfully telling my grandmother that she was going to my father's house and wouldn’t come back, asking them to take care of her children. Before she finished, my father angrily came, grabbed her hand, and took her to his car. I ran anxiously toward the yard, but the car had already left. I sat there crying loudly, asking where they took my mom, when my aunt hugged me and took me inside. I was only 13, the oldest daughter in the family, with two younger sisters aged 9 and 1.5 years, the youngest still breastfeeding. The house was filled with the sobs of my sisters and my own tears. Then the phone rang; my grandfather answered, and the silence and tears that followed calmed our cries. We stared at my grandfather in shock, and soon heard my father’s car returning. The sound of the car door slamming filled us with fear. My grandfather said goodbye and hung up the phone, wiping his tears as he called my father loudly to come downstairs. My father appeared with his usual scowl and rough voice. Suddenly, my grandfather slapped him hard and spat in his face, accusing him of taking a second wife and dishonoring the family. My grandfather expressed his shame and anger, telling my father never to come back. My father silently left. Grandfather called my mother, begging her to come back because the baby needed breastfeeding. She returned, but the house was no longer the same. The heavy, sorrowful atmosphere, my mother’s always tearful eyes, my grandparents’ cries, and their shame weighed deeply on everyone. On the morning of June 1, 1994, at 10 a.m., my grandfather suddenly collapsed in the bathroom and stopped breathing. The ambulance took 15 minutes to arrive, and the doctor said he had passed 20 minutes before. Grandpa seemed to have known it was time to go and had wished never to see my father again. He died heartbreakingly at 61, and according to his will, he was buried in Qom, his ancestral city.