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 Beloved sisterBy Elli Haerri February 20, 2002 The Iranian When I was only six and You took my hand and registered my name at a nearby school... It was around this time of the year and You told me that Persian Violets are purple... I said, "I love the parfume..." Hyacinths, they are pink, purple and white... They have a way in nature... When I put them on the Haftseen, I remember You... The way You used to decorate your Haftseen, the lovely aroma of freshly baked Persian cookies, the lovely aroma of spring flowers in the air... The celebration and the joy of the rebirth of the nature... We used to talk about our civilization and ancient history... Now that You are gone I should say, hello Mr. Toynee, our civilization is still alive... Historians are not fair, especially Mr. Huntington, with his theory of clashing civilizations... But again, hello Mr. Toynbee... Life is not fair and history and historians have never been fair... But now that You are gone as I promised You, I say Hurray for our dear country!... Hurray for Mount Alborz!... Hurray for Norooz! which is still here... And Hello to life! as I know you wanted me to say... Hello to the spring blossoms, Hyacinths and Daffodils... You fought cancer so bravely; we will do whatever we can to help needy cancer patients... Now this year we will join others in need to celebrate the rebirth of nature... I will buy new clothes for the beautiful Iranian children as You wanted me to... I will spread the Haftseen and call them to join us to celebrate... You loved celebrations, happiness and flowers... You also loved Iran and Iran will remian... Our civilization will survive, as You wanted it... I know You are with us, Iranians, in spirits... Specially at Norooz when I put the seven seens on that sofreh... Though, we miss You dearly, we say, Hello to Iran! Hello to life! and Hello to our civilization... For Pari H. Haerri who died in London, Esfand 1380 (February 2002)
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