The old house of the Moniri family is located in the middle of one of the quiet alleys of Nazarabad Karaj. When we enter through the narrow door of the house, everywhere shines with cleanliness, and the house is so quiet and peaceful that we don’t even reach a shoe rack full of slippers and small and big shoes. There is no sign of the presence of 10 energetic and enthusiastic children in the house. It is not visible, but as soon as the grandmother opens the door of the apartment for us, the small faces of the children walking around the rooms and the kitchen are visible. Nadia’s ladylike welcome and big brother’s warm greetings give the children the courage to appear at the reception one by one. The house does not have flashy decorations; a compact library, a fake greenhouse, and some paintings are the only things that adorn it, but a pleasant calmness flows in the house, which is more pleasant when the noise of the children surrounds it.