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Zoom mehmouni*

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During these times of no mehmouni

We’re resorting to Zoom ones

There are advantages involved

With no commute time or air plain ride

We can come together from various counties in the world

Cross-continental mehmounis are what we have now

We can bring our cup of tea or our ‘tokhmeh’*

We can even have a meal at the same time

We can arrive when we want

And leave when we want

We can be inside or outside

Zoom mehmounis are wonderful

The only things we can’t do is talk at the same time

 

April 7th, 2020

 

Mehmouni:  party

Tokhmeh: seeds in their shell that are cracked and eaten as refreshment

Looking for calm

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Back and forth
Back and forth
From icon to icon
On my cell phone:
WhatsApp
Instagram
E-mail
News
Facebook
I read
I listen
I contemplate
And repeat…

Too much news?
Too much information?
Too much screen time?
Perhaps

So I put my phone away
Open my notebook
And start to write

Suddenly time slows down
I relax
I don’t have to process so much information
I don’t have to listen to sad news
I can be in my place of calm

The coffee shops are closed
So, the comfortable chair in our bedroom, by the window
Is where I’m writing today
It’s cloudy and
We’re longing for the return of the sun

We’re all doing our best to cope
To stay connected to friends
To avoid getting cabin fever
To do things in new and different ways

Thankful that writing centres me
Thankful that I’m in touch with my friends
Hoping we’ll emerge stronger and wiser
When we’ve made it through these challenging times

April 2nd, 2020

People

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“People come and go, that’s life”

Doesn’t mean it’s easy not to miss them

 

People come and go

Feeling the pain of separation is part of it

 

People come and go

But a few stay longer

And we create a deeper connection

 

People come and go

Their memory will always be with us

 

People come and go

Sometimes we’re the ones who go

 

People come and go

Can’t stop the movement

 

People come and go

Others will come and fill their place

 

People come and go

The circles expands

 

People come and go

But true friendships will endure

 

People come and go

Let’s keep those who are here close to us

 

December 26th, 2019

Stigma

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We are considered weak by some

Defective, strange and to be avoided by others 

It looks like we don’t try hard enough and

Don’t have the determination to beat our condition

 

Whereas to not give up hope 

During the dark days of depression 

Requires a herculean effort 

As well as the support of family and friends

 

To get up each day knowing that a struggle is ahead 

And march on anyway

To endure the pain of depression 

A pain that cuts deep

 

To reach out to others

When all we want to do is isolate ourselves further

To pursue treatment that is not one size fits all

And to smile from time to time

And carry on with our responsibilities and obligations 

 

These are qualities of a courageous, patient and determined person 

Who doesn’t give up despite the challenges she faces

For days and sometimes months on end

 

So please don’t think we are weak

Have compassion for us

And be part of the group of people

Who help reduce the stigma 

 

December 15th, 2019

Answers

 

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There are so many questions I ask myself

Why?

Why now?

Why again?

Didn’t I learn?

Why didn’t I see before what I see now?

Are there any good answers to these questions?

The answers are blowing in the wind

As the song says

The answers are illusive

 

My head becomes a jumble of thoughts

And it’s hard to make sense of it all

I can’t stop asking these questions though

I need clarity

 

Sometimes I need to accept the pain even though 

I don’t have good answers to my questions 

Sometimes all I can do is take it one day at a time

Or one hour at a time 

Sometimes all I can do is t lean 

On my friends and family for a while

 

I may never find the answers 

But I will surly survive this painful experience 

 

November 22nd, 2019

Early mornings

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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

Can I please?

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I know I need to be thankful

But can I complain a little please?

I know I am blessed

But can I feel a little sorry for myself?

I know we all suffer in different ways

But can I ask why me?

I know life is full of ups and downs

But can I now go down please?

Can I complain about

All the times I felt I could not do the simplest things?

All the times I didn’t want to get up and start the day?

All the times I had to push myself to arrange things?

All the times I told myself to hang in there a little longer

All the times I got frustrated

And my patience ran out?

All the times I would see the long road ahead

With no respite?

At least let me pat myself on the back

For surviving this time

Knowing that I could not have done it

Without my family and friends

At least let me be proud of myself

For persevering again

 

October 1st, 2019

The Ache

 

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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

Separation

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“Separation brings with it burning grief”

The loss of a loved one

A friend moving away

One’s children moving out

These things can cause us immense sadness

 

This is the way of our world

This is how we see things 

If we think of physical separation

 

In the world of the spirit, though

We are close 

We never leave one another

 

I will focus on our spiritual reality

When I feel sad about the loss of a friend

Or their moving away

 

We are always close in spirit

Separation has no meaning

 

May 2nd, 2019

Dancing street

 

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Dancing street is
Where I lived at in Shiraz

It was actually called
Ghasr’u’dast
The palace in the meadow
But we called it Raghs’u’dasht
The dancing street
As a tribute to the multitude
Of potholes that made us dance

It was a long narrow street
That led out of Shiraz
To the tiny town called Ghasr’u’dasht

There, at the end of a
Dead-end street
Called Zargary, the Goldsmith
My father built a house
Which seemed like a palace to me

It had many rooms
And a huge back yard
A large garage
And a multi-coloured gate
At the front

We had many dinner parties
And house-guests
My mother made meals fit
For a king
And we entertained a lot

We had guests from Tehran
The US and Africa
Some were relatives
Some were friends
And some were Baha’is from abroad

I remember walking and singing
In the grassy area of the back yard

And playing with the weeping willows
As I sang songs

This was my childhood home
Until we left Iran
It was off the dancing street
Outside Shiraz