When I close my eyes I can remember their smells, their soft and wrinkly hands, their warm hugs which actually they never ran out of it, their beautiful and pride smiles, and their encouraging words, their unconditional love.
What a privilege and blessing having grandparents around while we were growing up.
Both my parents were working so I stayed with them most of the summer, 13 days of Nawrouz, and sick days. Didn’t you enjoy sick days ? I did 🙂 …it had two benefits, first I could skip school easily, and second I would spend the whole day with madar joon va baba bozorg who spoiled me :))
My grandma (paternal) has a heart as big as an ocean, and she is one of the most pleasant people I’ve ever known; even though life wasn’t so kind to her and she went through so many ups and downs.
We were close, so I could tell her all my secrets and worries, and she hoped and prayed that all my dreams come true. She always devoted her energy for us and still even though she doesn’t have the physical strength, she is ready to sacrifice herself.
One of the best things on her breakfast table was morabaye beh. I’m telling you she makes The Best quince jam, and naneh sangak, which is my favorite bread, was always on the table, hot and fresh…. after breakfast I was spending my times in the yard where there were so many fruit trees. One of my favorite activities was climbing the trees and eating the fruits up there.
Sometime she caught me and scolded me: “ what are you doing up there? …, biya payeen atish e sorkh.” ;))
My grand pa, may he rest in peace, had a gentle nature, and was a tenderhearted soul. He adored us and loved his sons, and daughter in laws very much. He never complained and was content and thankful in any situation.
He always shaved first thing in the morning…he had a cute little wooden box, which was kind of his shaving kit. Inside the box he had a small bowl, mirror, fercheh, and old fashion razor. I liked to watch him and as soon as he finished I stole a big kiss from his very soft check.
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My grandma (maternal) is kind, sweet, and very patient …She’s well known for her greasy food, and I think one of her best Persian dish is baghali polo ba morgh.
Every Friday she invited all of us, aunts, uncles, and her son / daughter in laws, to their house and we, kids, LOVED her food …we laughed, joked, and had so much fun…and after lunch we run around the yard and play hide and seek or different games and of course sometimes we fought over silly things. …God knows how many flowerpots we broke while we’re playing soccer …good old days before we’re all scattered around the world, and moved to different countries 🙁
I loved sitting beside her and watching her doing her obligatory prayers. Before she started her prayers, she picked fresh jasmines and arranged them beside her mohr, …she looked so calm and peaceful while she was saying the verses ….at the end she always asked God for prosperity and health of family members and friends from the oldest to the youngest. God bless her She never forgets or skips any names.
When she calls, she always reminds me she added my husband and my daughter to her list and she remembers them in her prayers.
My grandpa, may he also rest in peace, was a joyful soul with the great sense of humor even during the time he was ill and was in so much pain. He was a great carpenter (it was his hobby) and made a lot of objects for us (grandchildren) .He had a workshop at the end of the yard… I liked the smell of the wood, and sound of his tools while he was working was the nicest music to my ears.
Thank you for devoting your energies and times to help us in any way you could. You continue to mean so much to me.You matter more than words can say, but I LOVE YOU very very much, and you are so dear to me. My heart always fills with joy and gladness when I hear your voices, and talk with you even just for few minutes.
Happy Grandparent’s Day
to you, my dear parents, and all the wonderful grandparents in Iranian.com.
With loving Greetings,
Mona 😉
