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In a City of Turquoise Domes

Long ago, in the golden city of Isfahan, turquoise domes shined bright beneath the morning sky. The city smelled wonderful, full of the sweet scent of rosewater and warm, fresh bread. In this beautiful place lived a thoughtful girl named your child. your child’s mind was always full of questions. • While other children played in the streets, your child watched the sky and wondered: Why do the stars move in such silent, perfect circles? • How do the rushing rivers always find their way to the deep blue sea? But more than anything, your child wondered about a place she had only heard of in special whispers—Paradise.