فریاد قلم

The Marriage Thing...

I'm proud to say I'll be celebrating another wedding anniversary in a few weeks.  Yes, Proud, with a capital "P".  And I'm proud to say I have not yet used Shoharjoon's toothbrush to clean the toilet with... >>>

WHILE YOU WERE DYING…

So it turns out I'm going to die.  Cancer you know...No telling how long I'll live, or if I'll live.  It's funny. Death, I mean>>>

Learning to be IRANIAN

I learned to be Iranian like my family, and apparently my family is not like most Iranians.  I discovered this when I moved to California and had the following experiences>>>

Shoharjoonam, Happy Anniversary

Marriage shouldn't be another step in your life, it shouldn't be a goal, or something you have to do, marriage is sharing your life with someone because being with them makes every second of every minute that much more beautiful>>>

NO SOLICITATION. Even for GOD!

I spent the first 8 years of my life in Iran where I read Monajat with my Grandmother on the weekends, attended church with my Mother on Wednesdays and accompanied my school teacher in Namaz everyday.  >>>

Ta'me Khoshe Zahremar!

I was starting to feel all warm and fuzzy when it hit me!  OH SHIT my Babajoon has turned into chicken soup! >>>

I lied. I am not the same girl.

I lied.
I am not the same girl.
A lot has changed >>>

A Toast

A toast to life. To the good and the bad surprises it holds >>>

When I'm sad...

My favorite song. The only song that makes me forget.  Ostad Banan va Daylaman, and my very first painting which says "Iran", dedicated to all the fathers, mothers and kids who have been forced to feel sad. A deep sad. >>>

Sharareh khanoom, meet Koone Tange Hung...

I thought I must have imagined what I had just heard...I certainly knew I had no desire to being introduced to Koone Tange anyone... che berese be Koone Tange Hung!!! >>>

A Letter to United Airlines....

Before we get to my letter, I have to give you a little background...>>>

"I Promise to Never Ever Forget You..."

I was seven years old when I left Iran.  When I left my home, my friends... my life behind.  I am thirty years old now.   It's been twenty three years since I was last home >>>

سلام پیری

چشمها دیگر آن ذوق شیطنت و برق جوانی را ندارند...>>>

برگشت به دوران کودکی

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Heart Attack

Heart Attack through my eyes... >>>