It was like other days, we woke up and start our life.i was looking at my younger brother mohammad and thinking why when we call his name ...he never return?
Why when he watching commercials he dose not have any attention to things that happen around him?
It was the time that we understood he is not normal .we live in small city named kerman in Iran .After going to lots of doctors we realized Mohammad has Got Autism and the only way for him to gets better is going to capital ...to Tehran.
Because of my father job we had to stay in kerman i mean me and my father,but mohammad and marjan(my mom) went to capital to start Treatment.
It was really difficult for all of us.we were alone here and my mom and brother lived there...
In fact the most difficulty was and is for Marjan ...she was alone in city that all people around were strange in addition she was living with Autism's problem.
In kerman i had to study my lessons and doing Home.my father gets depress and he was crying all day and night. Now 5 years past and he has got 7 years old, he get better But we have still lots of problem .
Mohamad can not speak.
He should where diaper .
He can not even understand what is able to eat what is not Or what is hot what is cold.he eat any thing that he see & tough any thing that he can.
But the only thing we belief in, Is that Mohammd is An angel.
He is love ,
He is everything,
He is the only reason to stay alive ,
He is our life .
Kerman, Iran, Islamic Republic of
