Haleh's Story

Haleh's Story
by Nazy Kaviani

From the "Kissing All The Frogs" Series

You love someone else, you say

I am confused and anguished for having put my guard down

Long enough to let you into my heart


I so want to be done thinking about you, so I try but

It is her I can’t get out of my mind


It is not about her looks

It is not about her youth

It is not about her figure, what has me thinking about

For what difference would any of that make?


It is her I can’t get out of my mind, because

She can touch the curls in your hair

She can swim in the warm brown sea of your eyes

She can hold your strong, kind hands in hers

She can smell your scent on her pillow, and

Look affectionately at your short strands of salt and pepper hair left behind

She won’t have to look at those strands of hair long,

Or worry about their getting lost as I did

Because you, yourself, will be back in her arms soon enough


You will let yourself in with a gait to your walk

As you go to be with the woman you love

And I hope she is good to you, kind and generous

As I would have been, could you have given me a chance

Had I been lucky enough to have been her.


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by javaneh29 on

Nazy jaanam

This is a very touching piece and strikes a chord in the readers heart, my heart. I guess we can almost all relate to what these words evoke.  

It led me to think about what is love? It can mean so many things to different ppl and in can be different depending on the context. Love ... ? The capacity of the human heart for love is enormous. Its a shame that the other side of this is that humans ar weak too. Some 'love' can be too selfish.

I dont know if it it right to set a test or bench mark for love ... I think not but I cant help thinking that what ever made this guy look for something from someone else is a reflection of him and what he's about, its not about Haleh.

I guess my benchmark is about when the going gets tough for what ever the reason, what happens? I think life is like that, sometimes it is tough and sometimes its great. The test of love is about seeing it through the dark times and coming out the otherside.  

Haleh deserves a better love than this she had with this man.


Azadeh Azmoudeh


by Azadeh Azmoudeh on

"And I hope she is good to you, kind and generous

As I would have been, could you have given me a chance

Had I been lucky enough to have been her."

Love has always was a puzzole to me. Always looking for the prince charming to come and take me away to the fantasy land on his white horse. Until I read Love at the Time of Cholera, by Markez, and later watched the movie. Then I asked myself, "have I ever been that faithful to my love?" I do not think so. You have talked about love and relationships in your blogs, and personally, I came to this conclusion: I need to love myself first. Please don't get me wrong I am not talking about self-centerism, Narcissism, or any selfishness. I am talking about loving myself as who I am, and accepting my flaws as part of me and what I love.

I was there 5 years ago, when begging my husband and telling him my cup is empty. Then, something hit me like the greaterst bolt ever. I was emotionally dead, I went all the way and could not get to the fantasy land. There were walls around it that were once built in my childhood. I had to make another Berlin historic event, and break it down. I did. It cost me a lot, I had to take away the masks one at a time with blood and flesh.
I had to rebuild and restate myself. I have been free since then, free of old Azadeh. Next step was to love someone as who he is. I have not found anyone to love that much, and I don't think you can love anyone unconditionally as you do your kids. Having said that, I don't want to be of a service to anyone, nor do I want any one waiting on me.




How to walk away

by Rajab (not verified) on

This is a nice poem and goes to show truth can be painful and we see it happening before our eyes and can't do anything about it.

This is one case where I think men and women are different on how they deal with breakups.

When we pick the wrong mate we know it. We just tell ourselves something different to keep going. Maybe s/he changes. While both men and women invest the same way in a relationship in the beginning, when it breaks down it is because one of them isn't playing their part.

Men tend to pick up and move on where they left off while women tend to find it harder to let go. In many cases won't let go until the phone is blocked! You don't hear a man become a "basket case".

This is another $64,000 question. How to let go. This is either your fault or it isn't. If it is your fault understand it so your next one won't fail.

If it isn't your fault understand it as another unpleasant experience.


Nazy jan

by Feshangi on

This is a sad but beautiful piece which goes deep down inside you and stirs your emotions. Anyone, whether a man or a woman, who has loved and lost can relate to the pain and the anguish that the protagonist is going through. She knows she has lost him and is resigned to that fact, as she laments the loss of his love for her. She envies the new lover and sees her in her own place that no longer exists. 




There is someone for everyone

by IRANdokht on

here's my two cents:

She may not love him as much as Haleh does, she may not cherish him the way Haleh used to and that could have been exactly what he "needed".

We're all different and we express our feelings differently. There is someone out there who would appreciate Haleh for what she has to offer.

Personally, I don't look back and sigh. There is always a reason for it to come to an end. Sometimes we only remember the negative (which is called baggage) or we focus only on the positive of a lost love (which makes us too clingy and emotional)

So move on Haleh and the Haleh in all of us. Just move on.

The one who deserves you is out there.

PS: simpler explanation would be: the way a man feels when he's with a younger woman is more important to him than being loved and cherished. Then he probably didn't deserve to be loved anyway ;-)

Thanks Nazy jan

soft but strong, beautifully written and always thought provoking