My mother is a great cook. She cooks great food everyday for lunch, and dinner. When I moved to Tehran, to work and live on my own, I had to cook for myself, and it was then when I noticed what a marvelous thing my mother did with lots of motivation and energy, twice every single day, for lunch and dinner, and I remember sometimes we complained when we didn’t like the food, which was totally cruel and unfair for all that motherly effort to satisfy each of the family members. It’s mainly the love that makes a good food. I worked at this company where they tried to have a friendly atmosphere by eating all together and from each other! Yes! Everyone had to share their food. Some guys happened not to bring lunch at all, some ordered food to get delivered, some others had mothers who cooked for them, and few had to cook themselves, and everyone still had to share! It was then...