🌍 We Are Sorenavan – A Story from Us, Sadaf & Ali
We don’t live in a house made of bricks.
We live in a house made of dreams —
on wheels, on memories, on poetry.
We are Sadaf and Ali,
and this is our journey through the world, through art, and through ourselves.
This is Sorenavan.
🌄 It begins every morning…
We wake up when the sky is still half-asleep.
The sun pushes gently over the horizon,
and we — two shadows, two souls — step into the light.
Our van may be old, but it’s ours.
It leans a little on uneven roads,
but inside, it breathes with our stories.
Paintings hang beside handwritten poems,
and above the mirror, in chalk, we write our next destination:
“South.”
In two languages, our windshield whispers:
“Every journey leads home.”
“خانهام آنجاست که دلم هست”
Because for us, home is not a place — it’s the space between our hearts.
🎥 One last photo…
Ali picks up the old camera — the one we’ve used to film dozens of memories.
He turns it toward us.
“One last photo before we drive on,” he says.
I (Sadaf) sit next to him and smile.
In my heart, the words fall into place like a verse:
“Two souls on wheels, a road wide and unknown —
Let’s build bridges with love and let the wind carry us home.”
Then we drive.
The engine hums like a lullaby.
We sing along to farmers’ songs — sometimes in Persian, sometimes in German.
The road becomes our rhythm.
And inside, we carry
the lavender of Provence,
the cinnamon of Morocco,
and the salt of every sea we’ve passed.
📸 We share what we feel
We don’t post for likes.
We post for connection.
From a quiet spot under cypress trees,
we share a photo on our Instagram:
📸 instagram.com/sorena_van
The caption reads:
“Two hearts in a van.
Building bridges between cultures.
پلها میان فرهنگها”
Hashtag: #SorenaVan
Later that night, we write about it on our home platform:
🌐 www.sorenavan.com
🔥 At night, the fire listens
We sit by the fire, and I read aloud —
a poem from our past, our people, our pain:
“I flew above the land of my past,
with two broken wings still beside me.”
Ali listens.
He says nothing.
He doesn’t have to.
Our story floats above the flames —
soft and bright.
💭 We question, we wonder
Sometimes, Ali turns to me and asks:
“Am I Iranian? Am I German?
Or am I the sum of every land we’ve touched?”
I place my hand on his chest and say:
“You are what you love.
And what we build together — in every language, in every form —
is bigger than both of us.”
We’re not just travelers.
We’re storytellers.
We’re bridge-builders.
We’re Sorenavan.
🎬 Every story becomes a seed
We film.
We write.
We dance.
We cry.
We laugh until the neighbors’ dogs howl in foreign dialects.
We upload it all:
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TikTok: tiktok.com/@sorenavan
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Facebook: facebook.com/sorenavan
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YouTube: youtube.com/@sorenavan
Not for fame —
but because someone out there might need to feel seen.
Like the girl from Tehran who wrote:
“I cried watching your video.
I thought I was the only one feeling lost between countries.”
🌧️ The storm will pass
In the Alps, the sky breaks.
The van shakes.
Ali’s voice trembles:
“Are we crazy?
We don’t even have a real home.”
I look through the rain.
And I smile.
“We are our home.”
“And look — the sun is already breaking through.”
The storm fades.
And in the quiet, we know:
We will keep going.
A bell rings —
a new video is live on our Facebook.
And just like that,
our story grows.
🎨 The children of the road
In Italy, among olive trees,
we meet kids drawing poems with chalk.
In three languages, they write:
“Home is where our art blooms 🌼
ما در هر خنده خانه داریم”
We kneel, we smile, we remember.
We post it.
But mostly — we live it.
Ali says:
“Each step paints us.
Each story writes us.”
And we nod.
Because we don’t need to explain it anymore.
We are the explanation.
🌅 The journey doesn’t end here
From a hill in Tuscany,
we see the van glowing in sunset light.
And we write our last line of the day:
“The journey with Sorenavan never ends.”
Because it’s not just a project.
It’s a piece of us.
It’s a story told in scent, sound, and silence.
A van filled with love.
A world made of words.
And two hearts —
never lost.
Just always moving.