8/18/2007

My New Friend

My sons have been having a house guest for the past week. They have been taking turns spending time with him during the days and the three of them have been hanging out together in the evenings when all three are home, running around to heaven knows where, coming home late. The two of them went to work early this morning as they do every Saturday. I was working on some writing at around 10:30 when I heard a noise. I was startled to see their friend leave the guest bedroom and join me in the dining room! I realized then that I had been left in charge of our house guest! Well, just for a few minutes while he showered, had a cup of coffee with me and left to take care of some things. He is such a delightful young man. He and I talked about life, education, Iran, and US. I found this young man to be so wise and worldly. He is going home to visit his parents after four years, and he is excited. In sitting with him in my pajamas and talking about life, sipping coffee, I couldn't stop smiling about how on a weekend I had set aside for reflection, the two of them left me a little gift to show me hope in the new generation of Iran. The good news is that I now have a new friend. His name is Iden.

9 comments:

ا. ش said...

چه قیافه ی گرمی داره این دوست جوان شما! داشتم فکر می کردم در صحبت شما با هم، او زندگی را چگونه توصیف می کرده! همیشه صحبت با آن ها دلچسبه، درست می گویید

Nazy said...

Salam Alef Shin Jan.

Good of you to come. He is a sweet young man, who is son to a well-known professor of chemistry! What I found really interesting about what he said about life which had me really impressed was that he thinks everybody has a mission in life! He thinks that mission to be to look for the good in himself and find it,everyday, and then to share it with others. He said this is the only way he has made sense of life. You know that young people are continually looking for reasons they are around. This is an important part of coming of age. Identities, as you have pointed out yourself, are a subject everyone tries to understand and develop during their lives. We know that even at a very young age, they try to figure out who they are in relationship to people around them and the environments in which they live. It is only past a certain age when they can articulate and verbalize those findings. It is continually refreshing to see that turning point and to hear them talk about it. I never underestimate the importance of having a young man or woman sitting next to me, telling me what they have found out. It is significant, because they may not tell this to too many people, and the one who is lucky enough to be able to open this window, must truly appreciate the treasure behind it--human mind and soul.

I am a lucky woman, indeed.

ا. ش said...

تشریح شما از موضوع بسیار زیبا بود. این که جوانی در این سن و سال به این نتیجه برسد که هر کسی رسالت و گُمارشی در زندگی دارد؛ این که نیکی خویش را بیابد و آن را با دیگران بخش کند (از خویش به دیگران ببخشاید و بخشش دیگران را پذیرا باشد) از رشد باطنی حیرت انگیزی نشان دارد. اما این که شما ناظر همیشگی این حکایت ها هستید هم در جای خود نشانه ی مهمی است. می بینید که افق ها را باز کرده اید و همه خود را در برابر فضای گسترده ای می بینند. در زبان فارسی رابطه ی بین آن که می نگرد (نگرنده و ناظر) و آن که نگریسته می شود (نگریسته شده و منظور)، به مفهوم رابطه ی بین یک فرد با جهان ِ هستی و جهان با کل هستی فرد است. ناظر و منظور از هم منفک نیستند؛ با هم هستند و به هم برمی گردند. حال عجالتاً اجازه دهید فعلاً به شما بگوییم

The Observer!

Nazy said...

Alef Shin, you are entirely too kind. Observer! I rather like that. I was in a music store with my friend one time. I picked the Bolivian flutes and asked him if he remembered the day we listened to a Bolivian band in the main square of a city we once visited. He looked at me and couldn't remember. The more details of that day I told him, the more puzzled he looked, to the point where I thought I must have dreamt the whole thing! He would later tease me endlessly about remembering so much from a scene he remembered nothing about, saying "It's as though you were there by yourself and I wasn't even there." Well, it was true Alef Shin. The key is being there, seeing, and then remembering. Is that what you call "observation?"

Mina said...

It is a gift to be able to observe the world. We get too involved sometimes.

ا. ش said...

بله یقیناً توصیف درستی است. همان "بودن" برای همه چیزش کفایت می کند .....ا

SERENDIP said...

Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don’t even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child — our own two eyes. All is a miracle.

~ Thich Nhat Hanh, “The Miracle of Mindfulness”

And you and your meticulous observations are as close as one gets to living a miraculous life.

Nazy said...

Salam Mina Jan and thanks for coming again. Right you are. A beautiful young woman once worked with me. She had been suffering some mental problems and after her release from the hospital, she had been sent to me to get her out of the house and to give her hope to get up everyday for a purpose (things we so take for granted). She was an educated woman and I obliged the call. After starting and keeping quiet for a while, she started participating in discussions, taking on new responsibilities, and sparkling in her job. After about six or seven months, one day she told me that this was a very special day for her. I asked her what the occasion was and she said that on her way to work, she had heard the birds. She said when she thought about it, she hadn't heard the birds for three years. We celebrated that day for she had heard the birds. I have to continually remind myself to keep hearing the birds.

Be good Mina Jan and thanks for the email. I so wished I knew what the problem with my comments window is.

Nazy said...

Thank you kind and wise Serendip! I may have been able to see before, but it's only through writing and having an audience that I can also tell. Thank you, truly, for being there my friend.