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Zahra Rahnavard, the strong-willed wife of Mir Hussein Moussavi, the opposition leader, troubled as she inspired.

Zahra: Don't be so strict with Ali. Childhood is the happiest time of life. Let him enjoy it.

But political analyst Nasim Zahra says sectarian violence is being used as a cover for al- Qaida- linked militants to sow more chaos .

Zahra: Watch out! There's a fierce dog. Don't get close to it.

Zahra: The roses in the garden are growing well.

Another theme that runs through Zahra's book is the mistrust that officials, psychologists, and activists shared for parents.

Simon: Don't worry, Zahra. I'll be with you soon.

All right, Zahra. But next year, back in Iran, things will be different.

Yes, he could have, Zahra, but he probably didn't. Did anything happen this morning? What were you talking about before he left?

Zahra: Don't be so hard on Ali. He's only a child.

TEHRAN - Iran's legendary goalkeeper and football coach Nasser Hejazi was laid to rest on Wednesday in Tehran's Behesht-e Zahra cemetery.

Zahra: Turn off the TV Ali. It's time for bed. Ali: OK. Good night Mama.

Zahra: Why can't you be less critical? He's only a six-year-old child.

Zahra: Blow out the candles, Ali, but first make a wish.

Zahra: Oh - lilies of the valley. They're beautiful flowers.

Zahra: Ali, thank you for bringing in the newspaper.

It's Sunday. And it's fine. Can I spend some more time at the Fair? Zahra: OK. But you must not eat too much ice cream.

Zahra: Yes, Simon's a good husband. But he's not a patient father.

Zahra: I didn't do the rugs and floors today. Sorry. Simon: It's all right, darling. I know you were looking for Ali.

Zahra: Ali loves ice cream sandwiches. Simon: Yes, he does.

Zahra: Mr. Yamamoto, I can't thank you enough for bringing Ali back.

Zahra: Don't be upset, Ali. He may say yes. It's your birthday after all.

Zahra: Hi. I didn't expect you to come back so early. Dinner's not ready yet.

Zahra: Shall we invite Mr. O'Neil to Ali's birthday party?

Zahra: Will you get me to extension four, please?

Zahra: Hello, Simon. I can't find Ali anywhere.

Zahra: I don't know, dear. Let's wait and ask your father.

Zahra: He's not stubborn. He's independent.

Zahra: Be patient, dear. He's growing fast.

Simon: No, Zahra, all children are not like that.

Zahra: He's an independent child. He's like you.

Zahra: Oh? That's great. What flowers?

Zahra: All children are like that, dear.

The scenes are from "Zahra's Paradise" , an online graphic novel written and illustrated by two Iranians in America.

No, Zahra, all children are not like that.

Zahra: Yes, but promise you won't be long.

Zahra: His name is Ali. He's six. He has dark hair and brown eyes.

Zahra: I don't think it's necessary, dear. Ali's still a child.

Zahra: What do they look like?

MR. NIKZAD: You spoil him, Zahra.

Zahra: Yes. I'm happily married. I have two great kids.

Zahra: I hope he didn't trouble you too much.

Ali: How many days to my birthday? Zahra: Five.

Don't worry, Zahra. Probably, he's visiting a friend and forgot about the time.

Zahra: What time do you close?

Salesman: May I help you? Zahra: Yes. I want to paint my son's bedroom. Salesman: How big is the room?

Zahra: Oh? Who is your new friend? What's he like?