Bibi Djan, The Rug Weaver
Introduction Grandma Helen (Heghineh) Davidian spent early mornings at her writing desk. She didn’t sleep as much as the rest of her family, and the extra time was invested in telling stories about the lives of young Persian women in the early 1900s.
Part 16 He felt the light touch of a hand on his shoulder and he opened his eyes. The room was dark. He heard a whisper in his ear.
“Get up, Habib. God has given you a fine little boy. And He has saved Bibi Djan’s life, too. Come and see them.”
Habib rubbed his eyes and sprang to his feet, and saw the Armenian nurse standing at his side in the dark waiting room, holding in her hand a small kerosene lamp, her face beaming in its flickering light.
Postscript: It’s very likely that the Armenian nurse mentioned here was Helen Davidian’s sister. It’s also likely that this story was based on events many women experienced, and may still experience even today. Finally, consider the fine oriental rug you may enjoy, especially those made some time ago. Consider the small hands that tied those knots, and what may have happened to them over the years. Thank you for reading.
The entire story will be posted on 25 December of this year.