Nostalgia

Kian

Good stories for good kids

Only by looking at one of the photos of the books titled "Good stories for good kids" I could feel one summer day that I had lay down on the carpet of our guest room at my parents' place reading one of the books.
I was happy that I had a book with pink cover beside the very colorful covers of the collection. I liked that they came with different colors, maybe one of the reasons was the colors could a little bit compensate for black and white pages of the books then.
Today, I could see a little girl who believed that kids and stories both were good, remembered that little girl once again, she's all grown up now...deep inside she secretly wishes to be a good little kid.

The author passed away today.

Norouz

And when you repeat "Norouz" twice when you're talking about your new year, that's a reminder telling you're out of Norouz's birthplace for the second time but you still can smell it, you know it's not because of the spring like weather in here which helps you to feel so, it was in Libya last year and the weather was not helping and still you could feel Norouz... It's you and it'll always be.

Happy Spring, Happy new year every body! :)

...that one could hear

Another week passed and I'm sitting listening to a song by Homayoun Shajarian from his "Nasim" album, I don't even know the name of this track and am not really a fan of classical Persian music in general but there are some that I hear every now and then and I enjoy. Some of Shajarian the father's takes me back to the old past, the time that I used to spend lots of time with my brother; listening to him eagerly talking about all kinds of different subjects that to me were the best words that one could ever hear; delightful moments with the constant background of his humorous character. He was with no doubt my best friend at the time. Life went on, things changed and we drifted apart and he moved to another country with a whole different life of his own... I found my new friend who gradually became my best friend; the person that I think his words are the best words that one could ever hear...

Scent of New Year

We are at the end of the year of Persian calender, in the middle of Iranian month called "Esfand". The month that means crowded streets full of eager people who are buying new clothes and stuff in the hope of being as fresh as spring as they make their houses spotless to welcome the new year.
To me and I guess to many other Iranians, the first days of spring mean little red fish playing inside a vase, a plate of rising wheat seeds and a table-cloth covered with seven different symbolic items which all start with "S" in their letters "Haft sin", colorful eggs, mirror, book of Hafiz, holy book, flowers, nuts, sweets. And smiley faces.
I could smell spring during this time of the month and that was true for all the seasons. All those 4 had specific smells that I could feel in the middle of the month leading up to each of them. This is going to be the first spring; the first " Nowruz" that I'm not in Iran and the second for Mr.Behi.
I think I must have been able to feel the scent of spring by now. But who knows, I may receive its scent this time too; maybe when I truly be open :|.

Snowy Tehran

Winter is my favorite season. It holds most of my unforgettable memories in Tehran and also in my hometown. Just looking at these fresh photos brings all the beautiful past to my mind once again.

Pictures source: [1], [2]