Tag Archive | freedom

Blessed

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Blessed to be feeling well

Blessed to have time to write

 

Blessed with my family

Blessed to live in freedom

 

It’s these seemingly little things we take for granted

That affect us so much

 

They don’t scream at us

They whisper very softly 

 

It’s when we lose these things

That we notice how important they are

 

Anytime I want to complain

I ask myself what I’m thankful for

 

I remind myself of the little things

And listen very carefully

December 4th, 2019

Silenced

img_5386When you stop people from talking

When you close the schools down

When people can’t go to work

And the nation comes to a stop

There is something that’s not right

Something that can’t be explained away

In this age of communication 

There is something wrong if you don’t let 

people communicate

The seeming peace is a mirage

The embers are burning under the logs

Fire can still erupt from those embers

If the conditions are right 

It’s not silence when you cover someone’s mouth

It’s not freedom if you don’t let people talk

 

November 17th, 2019

Thinking of the people of Iran

Shedding the layers

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They are slowly shedding the layers

They put on during the spring and summer months

Some have their colorful garb on 

But some branches are naked

Vulnerable

Unable to hide

Unable to pretend

They feel a little shy

On plain view for all to see

And yet, after a while

They start to enjoy their newfound freedom

Freedom from layers of pretense 

They feel lighter, more genuine

Vulnerability and freedom to be oneself

Go hand in hand

 

October 14th, 2019

Milad

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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

Melancholy

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Shiraz
My childhood
My early teens
Traditional Persian music
An underlying sense of sadness
That’s what the music evokes in me
I don’t know why
Somehow I associate it with
Melancholy
Despondency
Something somewhat tragic

Maybe there is a sadness in the
Voices of those who sing
Maybe I just remember sad things
People living difficult lives
Not reaching their potential
Being deprived of freedom
So much wasted potential
And yet they sing
They carry on
What choice have they after all

 

January 26th, 2018

To be an immigrant

 
Imagine having a thousand ideas
But being unable to express them
At least not eloquently

Imagine looking for words and stammering
Each time you want to communicate with someone

Imagine having to start your life over again
But with new rules and different road signs

Imagine having a career but
Having to put it on hold or abandon it for a while

This is how immigrants feel
They feel fortunate to live in freedom
But there is a price to pay
After all, nothing is free in life

Imagine being stuck between
The culture of your parents and your friends

Imagine living under a lot of new rules
Some of them not so obvious

Imagine competing with those for whom
Your new language is their mother tongue

Imagine seeing your friends do things
That you are not allowed

There are the challenges of children and teens
Who immigrate

Most of these issues gradually get resolved
Going through these challenges is an education in itself

But let’s give immigrants the respect they deserve
They literally start their lives all over again
May 1st, 2016

Nobility

How can one endure pain and not complain?
How can one be treated unfairly and not show anger?
How can one be mistreated and maintain a positive attitude?

The answer alludes me
But I know it is possible
Because I have known such people
I’ve observed them
I’ve read about them
And wondered where their strength comes from
Why their hope does not fade?
Why in their lives, sorrow does not reign?

Someone said that no one can take away
One’s freedom of how one responds to difficult situations
It is the response that defines us, shapes us

It’s in realising that we have a choice in how we look at the situation
How we interpret it
How we react to it

To maintain hope
To have patience that is born of wisdom and faith
To be resigned to what can’t be changed
These are born of the nobility of man
That allows him to respond so heroically to injustice
March 21st, 2016