Earlier today:

Sheema: I don't know how to go on living. I am lost.... she is gone... 43 days is past ...and I will never hear her voice...
P: I don't know how to help you cope with this loss but I know... I am lost without you... and I love you and want to take you in my arms and never let you go.

  

 

The Poppet Show

ISNA: The head of parliament's national security and foreign policy commission, Mohsen Mirdamadi -- who was rejected by the council -- described the rejections as "a civilian coup d'etat," IRNA said.


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Life

11: 35 A.M. I check my e-mails. I have one from my husband sent on Wednesday, January 14, 2004 6:16 AM

He writes:

I miss you so much. I miss you so much. I miss you so much.

  

 

I open her closet to smell her clothes but the smell is fading away as she did 33 days ago... A few years ago P and I were invited to a privet party (at one of our friends) in the Bay Area, CA. Ziba Shirazi, a good friend of the hosts was invited to sing for us.

Today... in Maman's closet... I found one of the three CD Ziba gave us... I had given one to Maman... as a birthday gift.

  

 

Send me a map Mother. I can't find my way and I need to know the next turn. It is still snowing on your grave and the frozen flowers ...and in my heart a reflective glare betrays my eyes.

  

 

I want to hear your voice
and forget for this instant
that my soul has shattered
and lies in fragments upon the floor
where my tears collect in the shards,
pooled forever reflected in the image of you.



My thanks to dear Imshin for the lotus flower she has posted in memory of my mother.

  

 

Thinking of you...

  

 

Denmark

Yesterday dad and I biked to the cemetery. The cemeteries in the West are unlike the ones in Iran. In Iran graveyards are far from the cities and are the saddest place one can imagine. In Denmark cemeteries can be used as a park where people walk with their kids.

The cemetery where Maman is buried is a beautiful and peaceful place.