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Send your short here June 2002 * Jooni June 28, 2002
Jooni With my sadness and grief, Jooni, my beloved dog passed away this morning due to hearth attack. As many of you have witnessed, his charming and playful character has touched many hearts. He was a sweet, loving and gentle dog and I miss him greatly. I am deeply sad and mourning the loss of my best buddy. If there is any heaven, I am sure he is there now. Farnaz June 27, 2002 Follow the light Azizam, I hope our short conversation last night didn't totally make you puke about your friends and their ways. I pray to god that you will remain positive about what you are doing, which is, in my opinion, as you know, an extremely important contribution to your country and culture and this world we call home. I also pray that you find the necessary energy to start putting on the businessman hat from time to time. It seems to me that your destiny has a special calling for you. Personally, I have learned to embrace these types of organic challeges when life puts them at my doorstep so squarely. I now have a policy to be sensitive to their needs and to make room for them, attend to them, to welcome their challenge. Some of these puzzles have taken a long time to solve, and have forced me to acquire skills I had no clue about, but when I did, I realized I was ready for them, "good at them" if you will. Yet some I will be lucky to solve ever. Those are the most interesting ones, and porbably the reason I was born. But I have always learned the most from them because they are, always, always, the natural next step on the road to wisdom and maturity. But you know all that. I hope that what you pick up from this message is a positive reminder that the thing to do is to step towards the light, rather than run away from darkness. I can see already that darkness doesn't scare you much. That is very good because it shows that the necessary confidence to be grounded, the foundation to feel easy in your own skin, and to build upon it for further growth, is here. I hope, I pray, that you start developing some kind of dream about the future of your magazine that makes you hopeful, puts a smile on your face when you think about it, and gives you energy to go on for a good long time. A dream that will be balanced and allow you to grow and learn without making you dizzy and out of focus. A dream based in realistic possibilities, but one that is just a touch beyound the best achievable outcome you think possible. A dream that will put to good use age-old capitalist business practices and organizations, but one that will always remain to be human, creative and fun. A dream that will persuade you to seek the light source, but not make you feel bad about your accomplishments so far. A dream that is tailor-made for your sensibilities, but challenges you to be a tad better. If you care for what I have observed in my life, and our friendship, my dear Farhad Khan, this is it. Ghorboonet beram PS: Funny. Writing this for you has helped me chart what I need to do in coming years in Iran. That is what I love about you. Your inteligence and humanity is a beacon of light for all of us. May you continue to remain so, my good friend. June 26, 2002 Motherhood Recently my husband and I were fortunate enough to adopt a little baby boy from Iran. Attached are parts of the journal I kept while going through this very difficult journey. I hope that you can post it. -- Kathy Azar The first part of my journey is a blur, boarding the plane in Los Angeles, watching two movies that I can't really remember. I think one was Harry Potter... We arrive in Amsterdam and still after a four-hour lay over we're now finally on our final leg of this momentous trip. All the preparation, time, anxiety and tears is to at last reach this point. My heart is fluttering with the thought of going "home", back to my birthplace, my homeland. To be surrounded by people who speak Farsi, to eat the delicious food everyday... even the crowded streets with its' unbearable traffic, all of this brings about a certain joy inside me. I know this trip will be memorable for me in several folds, seeing Tehran through the eyes of my husband, Arash, who hasn't been back for 22 years. I know the feelings that are engulfing him right now, of being scared and happy at the same time, especially when you have to walk down that long corridor to give the man your passport, not knowing what to expect... But this trip is much more than that. We're not here for our 2-week vacation, or to go to endless parties, or even sight see. We're here for one purpose, to see whether we can adopt a baby. When I think about the little baby that will be ours, I'm just overwhelmed, and my face is suddenly wet with tears of happiness. Is it possible? That after 6 years of wishing, waiting and endless medical procedures, that we can become parents? I'll finally become a "mom". As I wait for take off, I look over and see my mother and a smile comes over my face. What causes this feeling? Is it that she gave life to me? Or that her blood runs through my veins? Maybe its all the mannerisms we have in common, our laugh, our frown, the exact way we move our hands when we speak. So what is it? To me it's the "act" of motherhood that makes her my mom. It's the countless nights she stayed up with me when I was sick, its being there at every important occasion, sharing in my accomplishments and sympathizing with me during my failures. This unconditional love is what I hope to give my child, this child that is waiting for us to be his parents. You know they say you can't choose your parents, well in our case, this child has chosen us. Some say a child is created in minutes, well I believe they're made over a lifetime. June 25, 2002 Dream Last night (actually early in the morning) around 2:30 a.m. I decided to try my
phone cards again and they worked! So I got a chance to talk to my father [in Iran]
for a long time and wished him a happy birthday; he is 64-years old now (God bless
him). In a second he was gone with the wind, like the others! Forever Worried K.C. :-) June 25, 2002 Inheritance A few nights ago I dreamed that I had inherited stocks or bonds. They were worth $4,000 when purchased in the late 1800s. That meant they were now worth millions. It's the first dream I recall in months. June 24, 2002 Zakaat-e sha-af good morning. how was your weekend? had a good night sleep after a few weeks of soccer mania? we did. i don't know whether you like animals or B&W pictures, but i believe in passing on what makes you happy. i've heard somewhere that "zakaat-e daanesh aamookhtan ast", va baavar-e man inast keh zakaat-e sha-af ham shaad kardan-e digaraan. it lifts up my spirit when i see other people smiling and know that i was the one causing the beautiful smiles (that is if you like the pictures). i love smiles. the most beautiful and fashionable thing you can wear. it sounds so cliché but i believe it :) S.D. June 23, 2002 Testosterone I met a woman recently who had a cancer that lead to the removal of various parts
of her endocrine system, so her body produced no hormones. She survived by taking
all the necessary hormones as drugs. During the time when she was fine-tuning the
dosages by trial and error, she became fascinated by the emotional effects of different
hormones, and decided to experiment with higher levels of testosterone just to see
how it was to feel like a man. June 23, 2002 No threat Iranian secret service agents seek asylum in Denmark *** N.A. wrote:
Iranian.com has very little impact on anything that would be considered a threat to the Islamic Republic. I am no friend of the Islamic Republic and neither are the vast majority of my readers and writers. But writing the bravest opinion pieces and lampooning mollas and giving a voice to the supporters of Reza Pahlavi in ENGLISH is not going to scare the authorities in Iran. We're a bunch of soosools, as far as they're concerned. We may not be soosools, but we are just as much a "threat" as they are :-) June 21, 2002 Proverbs I was playing racquetball with Nazy. I tried to make a drop shot and missed. She said, "Chaah kan tahe chaah ast." Roham had a few good proverbs. We were taking a break from watching World Cup soccer. I don't remember the context, but he said, "Haalaa keh nobate dozdiye maa shod, mahtaab daraamad." And, "Ba'd az chehl saal gedaaee, shabe jomeh raa faraamoosh kard." June 21, 2002 Mossadegh
June 20, 2002 Khanoom Joon is dying My precious Khanom Joon is dying. and every one I can think of is over there [in Tehran] being with her in the last moments of her life, except for me. So unfair. I was her baby and she was mine. For ten years before moving here, I was the one dressing and undressing her, bathing her, being her "mom" I guess. And now I don't get to say good-bye to her the way I want to. S.D. June 19, 2002 Pasraft *** June 19, 2002 Problems solved Ali is such a good story teller. His stories are always interesting. His jokes are always funny. And he's a good and kind man. And smart. Begzareem... We were having a cigarette at Bella and Nersi's back porch. We started talking about school in Iran. And how we dreaded final exams And how, I at least, still have nightmares now and then about missing or failing exams. "Vaay... emtahaan nahaaee... vaay... 12th grade final exams. Two weeks of utter terror. My dad once said he had fantasized about being young again. But then he remembered the horrors of emtahaan nahaaee and was no longer nostalgic." (Laughing). "Did you have trouble with math?" "No. I was a math major in high school. I was really good at geometry. I got great grades in math and science but I always failed miserably in Arabic and religion." "I was terrible at math..." "One day I went to class and I saw that one of the students had written on the blackboard: 'The Ministry of Education has announced that all mathematics courses will be eliminated from the curriculum. Three Russian mathematicians have discovered X, Y and Z, thus solving all problems'." (Cracking up) ***
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