I dreamt of you and Baba again. You were both all dressed up again, going to yet another party! You both seemed in good health and good spirit, as you always do in my dreams. Something exciting is always happening around the two of you in my dreams, as it did in real life. Either you have guests or you are going to a party! Though the shape and style of the homes you have in my dreams vary, one time a cottage by a river, another our old-style villa in Tehran, yet another your Jordan apartment, you always seem to be happy, celebrating, and prosperous. Your intelligent eyes are filled with that same joie de vivre which you always had, and you don’t appear to be worrying for anything. I rather like that, remembering how you worried about every single one of us all the time. Do you remember our conversations? I stopped telling the others about those conversations, because it turned out a long time ago that whatever you guys talked about together, it wasn’t the same things you and I talked about. It seems that you and I had these private conversations, unique, deep and meaningful. Do you remember the prayer you used to do for me? Whenever I was worried about something at work and I asked you to pray for me, you would ask God to help me. You would say “God, please help my daughter and safeguard her reputation,” and this is the part that to this day reminds me of what a special woman you were, you would say: “My daughter’s is the reputation of all working women, safeguard their reputation.” My gorgeous, vivacious, brave, and intelligent Maman, Happy Mother’s Day in Heaven.
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wow that was so sweet nazy jan.... you have actually her face, you look like her. khoda biyamorzeshan
Mehran: that was me NAzy.. there si something wrong with the blog to write a comment
Salam Mehran Jan! Thank you. I feel my parents around me all the time and more so on special occasions.
I don't know what may be wrong with the comments section. I will have to talk to some experts...wait a minute, YOU are my expert! Oh no!
Nazy Joonam: Your mother was one of the gentlest souls that ever set foot on this planet. This was a very sweet and private thought, and I thank you for sharing it with us!
How she looks like you nazy khanom!!
God bless her. persian mothers are awsome. happy mothers to you and to all mothers.
bayram
I mean mothers day :)
What a loving tribute to an obviously extraordinary woman. Her essence exudes through you.
Nazy jan, I don't know what is wrong, I think it is from site host and there is nothing we can do about it..;-)
اشک ریختم برای مادر تو و تمام مادرهایی که نیستند. روز مادر مبارک
Assal Joon: Thank you for your sweet remark. She was unique in so many ways, my sweet mother.
Are you all moved and everything? Are your finals over? Will I see you around these parts more? I hope all goes very well for you. Be good azizam.
Bayram Jan:
Thanks for coming to visit. I most certainly did not wish for this to be a sad piece, most importantly because I remember my parents with such joy and laughter that it is hard to get sad talking about them! I do miss her, and I remember her often. I wish a long life for your mother on this Mother's Day, too. Be good, and come back soon.
Thanks for taking the time to comment Serendip. When I was a child, I thought my mother could move mountains. When I grew older I realized she had moved mountains AND walked on water, too! She was immensely capable and loving at the same time.
Shin Jan: No, no, I didn't mean to make you cry! I do miss her but with a smile on my face every time I think about her, because she was just that kind of person--brought smiles to your face. I know this is not the Iranian Mother's Day, but since I enjoy ceremonies of all kind and take every chance to celebrate (!), I wish you and your mother a Happy Mother's Day my young friend.
Mehran: she has light in her face
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