Opening the front door, I clocked my darling husband, Hamed, then 38.
‘Hello, sweetheart!’ he smiled, arriving home from work.
‘Wait a minute,’ I arched my brow. ‘You’re not my husband!’ I laughed, spotting the small mole above his lip.
As they’re identical twins, people often struggled to tell Hamed and his brother Mahdi apart, but over the years I’d picked up their unique traits, and the subtle differences in their facial features.
Being an identical twin myself, I was used to people mistaking me for my sister, Nahid, who was born five minutes before me in Iran, in January 1993.
Nahid and I have been besties since day dot.
Our parents, Zahra and Seyed, as well as our older sisters, Neda and Nasrin, absolutely doted on us.
Growing up,…
