Raha. There were so many facets of the life that was Raha’s. There was the silly, outgoing Raha, dancing on the rooftop, dark brown hair flowing in the wind, arms stretched wide as she sang songs she made up on the spot, rhymes spilling out of her.
She would flash a cheeky grin before laughing hysterically, her father, Reza, behind the camera, capturing it all.
Raha, his only child, the center of his world.
