Yeki bood yeki nabood
Among a pile of forwards I happened to receive a nice clip about the beginning phrase of Iranian fairytales, Yeki-bood-yeki nabood – one was and
Among a pile of forwards I happened to receive a nice clip about the beginning phrase of Iranian fairytales, Yeki-bood-yeki nabood – one was and
When I signed up to attend the recent women’s meeting in Irvine, California, titled Pathways to Success, I thought it best to keep my expectations
I don’t know about other cultures, but we Iranians thrive on little lies. As a child, you grow up with exaggerated expressions of love such
Some people like to use the expression, “It’s a small world”, but I prefer the one that says, “The world is round, who knows when
On a rainy day in Southern California, you can’t help but think sad thoughts. And if it just happens that a good friend has recently
Don’t know what makes me think of the old saying, “If you can’t beat them, join them.” It sounds rather hostile, doesn’t it? But I
Living in Highland Park, Illinois for over twenty years, and mingling among its 90% Jewish population, I should have known better than to expect my
Year after year, the holiday blues seem to arrive a bit earlier than before. As we join the celebration of a season that matters to
I have lived my life believing that friendships gain their values with time and that new ones can’t measure up to the old. Then again,
I recently heard a talk by an Iranian-American writer, Angella Nazarian, who like many other immigrants has a sad story to tell. In her book,
This article is inspired by Jahanshah Javid’s recent essay, “Think Tank”. I grew up in an era when smoking was cool. Movie stars looked so
For years I sat at my computer and enjoyed the sound of a strumming guitar coming from the next room. That gentle music had become
During the final proof reading of my novel, Sky of Red Poppies, I came across this passage, which made me stop and think. “My sister
I went to Spain for a holiday. Nothing fancy, just a group of old friends sharing rooms, splitting the cost, reminiscing. It surprised me to
Discussing an article we had read about the Iranian legendary singer, Ghamar-ol-Mokook, my friend said, “I wonder what would happen if she were alive today?”
Sometimes it’s better not to pay attention to names, because while I’m mad at a woman I heard on the radio the other day, I
I’m not the first to notice how short the days have become. Ask anybody, even kids, and they’ll say the same. However, I must have
America is such a land of opportunity that even our dog seems to have smelled it, and for that he didn’t even need to sniff
The printed message on one of the most interesting birthday cards I’ve ever received read, “How old would you be if you didn’t know how
Humor and practicality have been my safety net through life’s ups and downs, especially the downs. Years ago, I used my imaginative mind to change
Give me any episode of Ironside, Law and Order, or Murder She Wrote and I’ll happily turn into a couch potato. Courtroom scenes have always
I just finished reading yet another article regarding the Bahai faith in the Iranian. It seems as if the more I read about such topics,
Manufactured smells that permeate in public used to be limited to occasional wafts of smoke, industrial fumes and/or fragrances. That’s changed. Nowadays, if it isn’t
My bank statement sits on the table, unopened. If there’s any holiday cheer left, it sure won’t be found in there. They say we’re in