Archive - Dec 21, 2007 - Article

Happiest thing

In a quiet middle-class suburb of Tehran in 1975, three friends attended a co-ed middle school. Amir, Maryam, and Morteza were 13. Inseparable at school and after school, the three friends were known as “The Three Musketeers,” creating havoc at school, playing games and sports together, and hanging out in nearby shops and eateries. Maryam was a beautiful tomboy, with long auburn hair and freckles, Amir a lanky, blue-eyed terror, and Morteza was the dark and mysterious bookworm whose attraction to the other two nobody understood. Seventh grade passed quickly with minor reprimands from school authorities and parents and more laughter than the group would experience in the years to come>>>

Finally, baby

My nails have gone into a shock. This is the unbelievable fact that the doctors have agreed upon. There are some weird looking lines and dents on my nails due to a trauma. And guess what. That trauma was my delivery. I have such a dramatic, unique delivery experience that I finally decided to write about it. It would be hard to do a full spiel version of it for every single one of my friends over the phone. Plus I figure the story can be entertaining and may be useful for the rest of the world who don't know me!>>>

شب سنگسار، شب يلدا

پس آنگاه، گريست
مرغی پريد.

گرمای پستان هايت، می شد تفسير نياز ساده ی كودكی شود به حيات.
و مردی به زنده ماندن.
وقتی كه زندگی را با آفتابه يی، در مستراح های عمومی می شويند.

پس آنگاه، در چال ِ گونه هايش گم شد. در بی انتها. تا بی انتها.
از بی انتها.
آه ! تو فراموش شده ای.
فراموش شده ای تو، آه ! >>>