happy graduation...

  

 

Behnoud Jr. sent me this today...check it out.

soon we'll move to a new home where my computer, books, plants will all have their very own happy-cheerful-spot to go...and I can finish my book...
I may have to work on baby's room with my abstract paintings.
Last night we were invited to some artist friend...her work is playful (...both P & I enjoy her art.)
P thinks I have an abstract way of seeing things...and even my cooking (my cooking...yes poets do cook,clean,wash...) is abstract, creative and unusual!
I don't know how baby jan is going to feel growing up with this abstract-minded-maman (I am glad my nose ring and Dr. Martens boots are no longer part of my every day clothing.)

P had a bad fever last night but seems to be much better today. This morning he kept complaining from aches...
Fever...shiver. Fever...shiver...


Faezeh Hashemi (Rafsanjani) is in London. If she stays it means the Iranian regime is on its way out...with Iran's wealth in their bank accounts...The same thing happened some 23 years ago...

  

 

Is Tehran next?

  

 

Back in... when I was a defense soldier� Dad and P came to pick me up after days of training� we stopped at a restaurant�I had my army uniform on� a tall middle eastern girl with army uniform? � I was the first Iranian born woman in their army (or so they said.)

  

 

Sometimes Middle-Eastern-looking men are just...

  

 

Happy Sina Mottalebi Day ( he is Released).

I have been sick these past two days-didn�t stop P and I from taking baby for our every-saturday-eating-out-day.
The accident I had (a car bumped into back of my car last month) doesn�t seem to have been all that harmless.

  

 

Changing diapers has become my biggest challenge these days. I don�t know what is so funny about not having diaper on (but baby finds it extremely amusing or maybe she thinks it�s about time to have her independence from Maman!)

  

 

�the school itself was home to children of Jaleh Karimi, Said Rad, Sima Bina, and a few others.
Ayat-e-Allah (Ayatollah) Hakim's daughters had their drivers and servants� A revolutionary guard was always in the back of their car protecting the girls�no one liked them...they attended my school�

I was reading something and I remembered this article.

Salam Pax is back... and so is Lady Sun. After Sina Motallebi�s recent arrest many of Iranian bloggers from inside the country, stopped blogging, cleaned their archives or like L.S. switched to the English version (P didn�t find her Persian blogg interesting. I don�t know what he'll think of the English one!)... by the way read Notes of an Iranian girl.

  

 

Happy Tagore's birthday...

She is watching Barney while I am writing. Soon we are taking her for a PR show where there are lots of Barneys!

One day when I was a little girl, mom took me to her office and than we left to go for a Mother and Daughter day- she named it rooze madaro dokhtar- mama, with her kind, intelligent hazel/brown eyes and blond hair walking tall and beautiful (it was either before or just the first years of the revolution when Hijab was not forced on women!)
And today is another Mama and daughter day. This time it's my baby walking next to mommy!

Come Baby janam, come lets go play...and she dances on...


...today is Rabindranath Tagore's birthday. R, a fellow poet-friend, sent me this story about him:

As an old man he was visiting poor villages in rural India & heard a young boy singing one of his songs as he herded his family's cattle. Tagore asked the boy who wrote that song & the boy told him "Nobody wrote it; it's just a song the people sing." Tagore told his companion it was the greatest honor he'd ever received.

  

 

I was walking down the hall where they have all the (selected) paintings. I noticed two women standing and discussing my friend's art work and how incredibly the painting is and so on - a naked man standing facing a famous Biblical phrase! Once they saw the title "the Fagged Shepard" their whole facial expression changed into a grim and ugly one!

  

 

I still
a:'think'
b:'know'
c:'am'
d: 'want'
it 'the' same as than when i wrote:

I hope there comes a time when our people respect differences in ideology, religion, and race without accusations and killing one another and elect their representatives in a peaceful manner.


...and if you have time read suddennothing.

  

 

I was offered to write a daily column for an online magazine. I haven't had time to write. I haven't done any translations either and all because I can't concentrate on the subject matter-maybe that's why math has never been my favorite subject.
My paintings are chosen for a show.

I am searching and searching to find�constant reminder of-where do I belong to! why can I not find a common ground with those in power? Why I do not understand the language they speak, the ideology they believe in and the life they live? Their belief is covered with thick black ice and I'm a tiny little one- melting away! They know they are the superior race! They have enslaved me� with the direct connection to their God/s! And they make me feel ugly to my bones. And to them�I am a whore� walking in the streets of my life. ...they don't care...But they have their Iran and I Have Mine!


...and if you want to know who killed daniel pearl, read this.

What a relief:

2006.2006.2006 I can't wait for 2006.