The year 2009 had begun with so much hope for me because I was glad Obama was elected (I had prayed for 4 years that he runs and get elected). However; the bad economy cut in pay, and the overall situation in the world since 2008,affected me as well, so the possibility of going to Iran seemed unlikely. Well, the bacheye khoobe jonoob (the good kid from the south) in me had to find a way to go to Iran. I had cried hard while glued to TV during post election in Iran. I tightened my bell anyway I could, and even began to ride the train. I was so anxious I screwed up and bought my ticket not realizing the time I was allowed to go was beginning of Ramadan so I had to pay $300 fine because switching flights and days is the same as canceling! Anyway, I could not go to sleep on Friday September 11. Saturday, I got up early and made a few phone calls. My son loaded my car with luggage to take me to the airport. I had not listened to Iranian songs since my return from Iran in April 2008, because they affected me so badly I would burst into tears. I had only listened to Bandari music to keep my emotions balanced >>> Full text 123 next › last » 
