The doctors had arrived at a dead-end for her medical treatments.
Even her children had given up hope.
She looked at herself in the mirror every day
Her hair was gradually falling out
She had lost weight
The effect of drugs and chemotherapy on one hand, the loss of hope, on the other hand, had taken its toll

On a hot desert summer afternoon, the doorbell rang
A tall woman entered with two people.

The big spool, which was wrapped with colored threads, was carried with difficulty by hand
They also had some spindles for masours in a cotton sack
After greeting Bibi Khanum, Fatemeh Khanum ordered to put the spool on the spinning wheel, dismissed the workers and sat down beside Bibi Khanum on the bed.
After a few words,
From Fateme Khanum insisting that you should start weaving and from Bibi that I can’t resist anymore
Finally, Bibi succumbed to Fatima Khanum’s pleas and wishes, on the condition that she would give the key to her house, so that maybe, if, God forbid, she passed away, at least Fatima Khanum would take her textiles and not be indebted to her.
The first days were difficult, the following days were a little easier.
From time to time, Fatima Khanum visited Bibi.
Weeks passed, the first month came, and Bibi rarely went to the mirror to look at herself.
Sometimes she would start reading
Little by little, she regained her color and face, and her beautiful face appeared, her hair also started to sprout, and then her children came to her.
She didn’t look at mirror desperately anymore.
It was as if a new spirit had been breathed into her body, her hair had accepted the softness and beauty of henna, and she was singing, and it was as if there was no disease at all and she had overcome it!
Now, ten years have passed, and she is still passionate about continuing her life and making memories on the weaving loom.
And together with her children, they appreciate the efforts of Mrs. Fatemeh Sharifzadeh