Sunday, November 09, 2008

Up and Down

These days are not passing easily at all. By saying this, I don't mean they are bad. But on the other hand, I'm not sure about anything in my personal life anymore.
I am having ups and downs in my daily feelings more than ever. Fortunately, the downs aren't that down but still, this much fluctuation has gotten me worried.
Over all, though, I think I am satisfied. Life itself is interesting enough to keep me going.
I hope I can write here more.
I hope I am doing the right thing,
I hope I can go traveling next year,
I hope I won't get disappointed,
I hope...


This is probably the first personal note I'm going to write in here. The reason is first, it is easier to use the already English keyboards to write English rather than Persian, and second, I feel some of my new readers may be from my friends here in Penn State for whom English would be a better option.

Thursday, November 06, 2008

O! A president is born.

I am deeply moved. I really am!
And let me say this without any shame that my eyes actually went wet a few times in the last 48 hours watching all the emotion and reactions of the people in the streets and on TV. It is a historic moment, or at least we'll know about that in the coming years. May be it is a little soon to judge about how much people will be proud of their choice and how some people will be disappointed.
But the atmosphere was unforgettable. The sensation, the scene of all the young generations standing in long lines to cast their votes was like a sweet deja vu for me. I was very happy and proud to be here in this moment of American history.
It took me back to 1997 when Iran's young generation rose up and chose a relatively unknown man, a young man who was so charismatic and intelligent that he captured the hearts and mind of millions of people in just a few months and with those millions beat the other candidate which had all the support of the conservatives and ruling class. The feeling was enormous. As a first time voter I felt the hope in each and every cell of my body. The news of his overwhelming victory brough joy to my face and tears to my eyes like the other millions who voted for Khatami just like the way Obama's victory today brought back those memories along with new joy and tears.
A long time has passed since that time. It now looks like a century ago. The hope has died in my country but it is very alive here in United States. I am sure he will not let them down.
At least, I have hope...HOPE.
Hope is a dangerous thing, but also the best of things!

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Every night is another story

A reader of this weblog had requested from me to write about the daily life in Iran. I don't know how accurate or true these writings will be but I'll try to write some of these daily experiences as I remember them soon in here. After all, it has been 5 years since I was living in Iran.

Cryin' won't help you know

I came across this very interesting blog called Lily in Iran about an American delegation visiting Iran and now that they are back from their trip a few days ago, one of them is sharing her experiences with us of her visit to my home country. This was the second time today that tears came to my eyes by seeing something on the internet about Iran. Am I becoming too much of a sentimental person? I hope not!
And the first one was while watching the trailer of a documentary movie about the terrible earthquake in Bam, called "Bam 6.6"


A lot of things has changed since the last time I wrote in here but also a lot of things has not. Life goes on but it has certainly been much more easier, fun and with less stress.
My parents visited me for a month in January and it was without a doubt an unforgettable month, both for me and for them. It was also a unique experience for them too, being in US for the first time and visiting cities like New York and Washington DC. I'll always remember being in the National Mall in Washington DC with them and feeling a certain connection I had never felt before. The whole thing was kind of strange. Until then I was always their child, always needed their support and care and they were the ones who looked after me and supported me no matter what. But this has definitely changed. Now it is more a relationship of a kind of friendship, or even more than that. It was as if I was taking my little brother and sister or my nephews to sightseeing and taking care of them. Now I was the one who knew around and showed them how to do things. It was weird and also brought a certain deep caring in me for them.