تا روزی که بودم او هم بود، و شبها به سراغم می‌‌آمد، پا به پای خوابم می‌‌آمد. با من پرواز میکرد، میلرزید، از خواب می‌‌پرید، و دوباره به عمق تاریکی خواب باز میگشت. گاه گاهی در آینه او را میدیدم او را نمیشناختم می‌گفتم، کاشکی مثل تو بودم. می گفت، دنبالم بیا... می رفتم و می‌‌رفتم ولی او نبود... او نبود و من تنها بودم.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Tanha
Friday, August 29, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
You will be remembered.
I had an uncle, who worked as a school principal for 30 years and in spite of his very handsome features that resemble Elvis Presley, he managed to stay single. There were many attempts to get him to marry but he always managed to walk away.
We often used to go to his place and look for old 'Sepid-o-Siah' magazines, very old books and old journals from decades ago... he had a second floor full of those buried under dusts...
His pastime was reading, especially the encyclopedias! He used to tell us "Did you know that China has that many provinces?... or capital of Congo has that many inhabitants... we often teased him that his references are outdated now and numbers are changed!
Every other Friday all cousins used to go to his place make kabab, play volleyball on his back yard and make clay houses in his garden, play cards etc.
He was not very keen on picking me as his game partner; he used to say "You can't help myself not to show it when you have bad cards or good. When you have a bad hand your legs and arms are in the air... you got no poker face."
He was always nice and used to care for us when my parents were out on a long trip abroad. But after retirement, he became a hermit.
We all loved him and cared for him, and wondered what if he had kids of his own?!
He did not hurt a soul in his life...he passed quietly last week... I miss him dearly, his smiles, his gentleness.
'Sharif Sharifi'. You will be remembered with lot of good memories, that is your legacy.
We often used to go to his place and look for old 'Sepid-o-Siah' magazines, very old books and old journals from decades ago... he had a second floor full of those buried under dusts...
His pastime was reading, especially the encyclopedias! He used to tell us "Did you know that China has that many provinces?... or capital of Congo has that many inhabitants... we often teased him that his references are outdated now and numbers are changed!
Every other Friday all cousins used to go to his place make kabab, play volleyball on his back yard and make clay houses in his garden, play cards etc.
He was not very keen on picking me as his game partner; he used to say "You can't help myself not to show it when you have bad cards or good. When you have a bad hand your legs and arms are in the air... you got no poker face."
He was always nice and used to care for us when my parents were out on a long trip abroad. But after retirement, he became a hermit.
We all loved him and cared for him, and wondered what if he had kids of his own?!
He did not hurt a soul in his life...he passed quietly last week... I miss him dearly, his smiles, his gentleness.
'Sharif Sharifi'. You will be remembered with lot of good memories, that is your legacy.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
...Road
Once someone told me "Driving a four cylinder economy car on a rugged mountain road is not a good experience." It was an interesting analogy for many things including life...
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Friday, August 01, 2008
Looking...
I have been looking for this poem of Rumi in Masnavi, but have not found it.
Anyone has any Idea where it could be?
Come, come, whoever you are.
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn't matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow
a thousand times
Come, yet again, come, come.
Anyone has any Idea where it could be?
Come, come, whoever you are.
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn't matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow
a thousand times
Come, yet again, come, come.
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