I was born with very little artistic and literary talent. I was not even scientifically nor mathematically gifted. Every little thing that I may or may not have achieved in life been through [KHAR KHONI] and being a [book worm].
I am not saying that I have been dumb or stupid [although some may beg the differ], but rather been a man of no particular literary talent. Through out my adult life I have always envied people who can put together beautiful sentences, heart melting poetry and breathtaking pieces of writing and I have always wished and dreamed of being able to take a subject and pour my heart and soul on a piece of paper about it.
Today I am going to give this long standing wish a shot. Today I am going to put on a page of MS Word, my real feelings about one very specific event that takes place once a year, when the world rejuvenates her beautiful self and Mother Nature puts out her best show of recreation and rebirth to advertise LIFE.
I am referring to Vernal Equinox, time that we Iranians call NouRuz. When earth wakes up from her cold shivering nights of winter, gloomy cold dead winter to welcome the cherry blossoms. To welcome the rebirths of singing nightingales and grazing gazelles. When the dark nights of oppression are short and shinning days of joyous celebrations of majestic spring freedom and defiance are long and lasting.
A time where heroic young men serenade fighting brave beautiful women of our land with [Ghashogh Zani]. A time when suppression and barbarity scrambles for FATWA’S to silence the deafening sounds of laughter, joy, DEFIANCE and fireworks, united and shouting [zardi e man az to…. SORKHIYE to az MAN].
NouRuze hame Khojasteh, va Iran e hame Payandeh.
From my humble family to all of you and your beautiful families.
