While at university back home, in Iran, I had been an active member of the Literature Circle and once a month we would get together in the meeting for the purpose of exchanging ideas. I always had this small blue notebook in which I would write my poetry or anything that went on in those meetings. It has been 20 years since then, and by mere luck while cleaning up my closet (sometimes I can’t even find myself in there because of the clutter!!!), I came up with a very old black bag up there in one of the shelf. I cannot express how my hands were shaking while I was opening it. There it was the famouse blue notebook, and all the other stuff that took me right back to that time. Browsing through the note book, I read all those skit and skat that I wrote about the meeting, people that I observed, my to-be future, and my love! There were also some lines from my lost beloved mother who always had this habit of writing her shopping list anywhere she could find, so she would not forget. I also find my diary in there, in which I talked about the dark days of war and etc. All those brough a bitter-sweet memories that took about 3 hours of my time only paging through them. In 20 years so many things have changed, some of the people in our Literature Circle are not among us any more. My parents both passed away, I moved to the US, did not marry the love of my life, did not gain my Ph.d in English Literature as I wanted to, and life took a 180 degree turn.
