Khosheh (three to six years)
Through the busy streets of the city, through the traffic of cars, you step into a quiet alley, one of the alleys of this city, this city of colors. You want to find a place, a corner for yourself. Find others who have different concerns. Thinking about things that not everyone is thinking of. Find a house that has a source in it. Movement, difference!
In this alley, not reaching the tree, is a garden alley greener than God’s dream, where love is as blue as the feathers of honesty… we call home. Those who have come say that this place is like our own home. Warm and full of energy. You even take off your shoes, just like home, a comfortable and peaceful place where our hearts relax. Where we invite our parents, grandfather, and grandmother with pride. We welcome them to listen to their memories and stories. A place where our children live, learn, discover, and enjoy together. We don’t work at this home. We live. At home, we do not feel the passage of time. Everything is familiar and simple to us. Everything is safe and clear! Everyone is familiar to us. Home is my home and yours. We do not work here. We live with all our beings. We invite you to live in your own home