POETRY

Yeah?

"For 3000 years women's world was nothing but their husbands and children, and *it was often hell*. "

Let me tell you: It wasn't a walk in the park for us either.

Merci. You are so right. And

Merci. You are so right. And that's why it hit the spot, as I run from the dishes in the sink, to the laundry room, to answering work phone calls, to cooking lunch, to my work email, and to iranian.com for a second : ). Rat race. Even on a Saturday.

Marjanoo aziz

A lady Khajou Kermooni?!

Bache Zerisfi yaa Shapoor?!

A big Kolompeh for you!!

Ebioo

BTW

My parents are from Kermoon.

Sepaas

Ebi aka Haaji

I'd like to add my

I'd like to add my admiration as well.  Is it my imagination or the line between  God and Hamsar is blurred? Nice construction.

Seriously, do you have a man

Seriously, do you have a man in your life? I don't think so.

Come on you Azadeh khanom,...

Just look at the lines and lines and paragraphs, written back and forth between you and Saba on one word comment from Ali.P !!
I think besides women study, we as woman need more “man study” to understand that Ali's comment is just a simple joke,...just for teasing ladies, that's it.
You can set aside the hard feeling about men and enjoy this nice poem. After all, world without men is not exciting ;)

The real problem

is that you don't have a sense of play, Azadeh khanom. That's why you don't get my comment -- or Ali's for that matter. When I say don't answer and mention my degree it's a playful way to remind readers that reading feminism or any other historical/ideological discourse into poetry is a bahs-e mofassal...

Yikes, I damaged my child? (It's a dirty job but somebody had to do it!)

Anyways, I still think Marjan's poem is sweet and Ali is cute. Sorry!

For Ms. Saba3

Please don’t *tell* me not to answer, simply because you *have a PhD in Women’s Studies." That’s unbecoming of an intelligent person such as yourself. Plus, I am one of the founders of the "Women’s Studies" in Montreal universities and not impressed by degrees!

If the purpose of your staying home with your child was to spend a lot of quality time with her/him, then writing "a couple of books" and keeping your "resume active, so to speak, with a number of things," was counter-productive! Believe me, a child knows when the mother is physically present but mentally absent! And that’s damaging to her/him!

My comment was a response to Ali P.’s preaching to "ladies" to learn from the poet, i.e., to have the same sentiments and wishes. It is surprising that you spoke so much like a traditional man, asking me not "to preach all the time," while having finished a "PhD in Women’s Studies." What’s the use of such a diploma when you call Ali P’s masculinist comment "cute" and my response to it "feminist discourse"?

It is discouraging to me to observe the indifference of the female readers to the sexist comments on this website (albeit with a smiley) or their hostility to any appropriate response to those comments.

Azadeh

Feelings of one woman

Of course this is the feelings of one woman -- that's what poetry is: feelings of one indidvidual at one particular moment in time. The funny thing is that that one seemingly isolated moment happens to turn up in many others' experience and consciousness.

Azadeh khanom, I'm not a man! I am a mother who had the good luck to be able to stay home and raise her child. I chose to be broke and do that just so I wouldn't regret not having done it later, as my mother did. While "staying home" I wrote a couple of books and kept my resume active, so to speak, with a number of things. Now, I know I was lucky to be able to do all this. Just wanted to let you know that I'm no housewife (not that I think there's anything wrong with being one).

Anyway, none of this has anything to do with the moment of sweet longing for one's husband and children that Marjan expresses so nicely. Must we turn poetry into feminist discourse? (Don't answer. Believe it or not I have a PhD in women's studies!)

Thank You

Thank you For all the comments.  Azadeh Joon is right.  This is the feelings of one woman, perhaps at a certain time of her life when she might have felt overwhelmed or after a couple of shots of Tequilla? :) Who knows?  I do feel that I always wish I could spend more quality time with my family particularly my husband.  I wrote this for our 13th wedding anniversary and meant every word of it.  I wish everyone could do without the "rat race".

Also, to the person who made a correction on the poem, you are absoloutely right.  That was a typesetting mistake. Merci.

Yes I am Kermani, and YES! My husband is a Very lucky man ;)

Thanks again

Marjan

For "saba3"

Ey baba, Saba3, relax for a minute. You and Hooshang and Ali P. don't have to preach like Khomeini on every occasion, all the time.

The poem is the feelings of *one woman* only. Yet some Iranian men like yourselves don't waste the opportunity to generalise it to all women, wishing that all women felt the same way as this poet;  thus preaching like a Mullah!  

When are you guys going to throw away *the Khomeini within* and join today's world?

Azadeh

poem برای شوهرم

Marjanoo,
I think when they did the typesetting for your poem, line seven(7) from the bottom reads as such:
خدا جای غر زدن به جون بچه ها کاش میشد که هرروز

but I know you meant it to read this way:
کاش میشد که هرروزخدا جای غر زدن به جون بچه ها
حرص خوردن عصبانی‌ شدنا
خنده سر بدیم درون لحظه‌ها
I think you deserve to have the integrity of your poem preserved. Please let me know if I am wrong.

your secret admirer

Yeah, very cute!

Nice poem Marjanoo. Very sweet.

And, ey baba, Azadeh khanom, relax for a minute. You don't have to preach all the time. I think Ali is cute too.

I have to tell my wife to read this beautiful poem

All I can say is what a lucky guy your husband is.

Beautiful poem

Dear Marjanoo,

This a wonderful poem rejecting the rat-race lifestyle, wishing for an ideal and pleasant one. However, to wish that your life would be reduced to your husband and children is wishing for a mirage, or for going from bad to worse. I do get the underlying gist of your poem, though. As bringing up children is accompanied with sense of responsibility and anxiety, I would wait until they are grown, then leave the city with the beloved hubby for a rose-gardened cottage over the Pacific ocean on Vancouver Island, where you can continue to write beautiful poetry and do other activities that come from within yourself. :-)

Ali P. darling,

Cheers,

Azadeh

so cute

shoma kermooni nistid marjanoo?

Bah bah...

Ladies...yaad begeereed! :-)

Beautiful!