It’s early in the morning
It’s pitch black outside
The rest of the household is sleeping
But I’m wide awake
I pick up my phone
To see what my friends are up to
Their days have already started
They are awake
I talk to my friends in Europe
I talk to my friends in Iran
We talk about history
We talk about art
In this part of the world
My friends are still sleeping
But with the magic of technology
I’m in conversation with those who are not
October 26th, 2019
Have you seen someone looking at their phone and smiling
It’s an odd image in a way
The phone can’t be funny, you realize
In reality that person’s attention is somewhere else
Communicating with a friend who can be miles away
You feel a little left out
They smile again and you wonder why
This is the age when distant places come close by
We can communicate with anybody anywhere
So the person on the phone could be smiling
At something their friend in Australia said
Or seeing a picture of their grand child
Taken that day
October 7th, 2019
It is the season of fall
When the trees put on their colorful garb
Ready for the festival that arrives once a year
Orange, yellow, red and auburn
Magenta, purple and brown
The colors we see
Evidences of summer are still there
But we can also see the season changing
September 27th, 2019
The ache you feel in your heart
When you leave loved ones
The ache you can’t control, cannot stop
The ache that consumes you
Holds you in a tight grip
The ache that brings tears to your eyes
I felt this ache today
And there was not much I could do
Except accepting it for it was
The ache subsided eventually
It would have been hard to tolerate it for too long
But it may return from time to time
Can’t totally banish it from my heart
June 23rd, 2019
Emotions like waves come to the shore
With noise and fury that lessons gradually
Until they arrive at the shore line and there is a semblance of calm
Before another wave comes
And so on
I feel these waves intensely
They bring me joy and
They bring me heartache
Sometimes the heartaches catch me by surprise
The rush of the wave is unexpected
But calm return eventually
And these waves of emotions
Continue to come to shore
As long as we love
And as long as we live
June 18th, 2019
Courage comes in many forms
Courage to endure
Courage to stand for one’s principles
Courage to stand out
Courage to be an agent of change
Courage to explore and try something new
Courage to be vulnerable
Courage is telling the truth when it’s not convenient
May 28th, 2019
The story of courage
Seeking truth and looking for it everywhere
The story of curiosity
Trying to understand society and its development
The story of action
Not content with theoretical knowledge
The story of love
Love for one’s fellow man
Love for the Devine
The story of an ardent search
Unencumbered by tradition
The story of friendships
Transformative friendships
The story of sacrifice
Not compromising one’s beliefs
The story of challenges
Arriving one after another
The story of perseverance
In the face of trials
And finally the story of freedom
Freedom to be
Freedom to love
Freedom to serve one’s fellow man
Not needing to hide
The story of audacity of the
Descendants of the Dawnbreakers
The story of Milad
April 30th, 2019
Floods in the city of my birth
Floods that could have been prevented
Floods that originate from mistakes
Floods that took the lives of the innocent
Floods that brought destruction and harm
Floods that could be a wake up call
The price has been paid by many lives
Lessons learned are too late for those who died
Kindness a solace for those in need
An occasion for generosity of spirit
March 25th, 2019
The silence of the early morning
When the world is still sleeping
When the sun has not risen
When my mind is refreshed after a night of rest
When the day ahead awaits
All I hear is the tick tock of the clock in the living room
And the hum of the heater
And that’s if I listen for it
Otherwise, I’m lost in my thoughts
On a sea of tranquility
No one to distract me
No one who needs me
No urgent feeling to do things
Other than contemplate, read and write
It’s the magic of the early morning
Is my spirit closer to its source?
Is my mind not clouded with the tasks of the day?
What is the source of this calm I feel?
March 4th, 6:00 am
When I hear words that sadden my heart
sully my soul and make me feel like the
day has turned into night
When I hear words that are like awful
inkblots on a white silk scarf
I feel like I’ve plunged into a swamp
That I’m struggling to get out
But I keep being pulled back in
I feel the heaviness of the mud
Mud that has sullied my skin
I long for a fountain of pure water
To wash the dirt off of me
The swamp is insistent though
And I feel trapped
Suddenly something beautiful catches my eyes
I see a field of wildflowers in the distance
My mood changes a bit
The swamp seems less menacing
I keep my gaze on the flowers
And their beauty gives me the courage to
Continue my struggle
And eventually I free myself
From the ugly swamp of dark emotions
February 24th, 2019
