The sun comes out amidst gathering clouds, Sunday, February 3rd, 2008. View just outside my house. Photo by moi!My brain was fried today! I had been sitting at my computer for the entire weekend, minus sleeping hours, working on my story. My niece came and dragged me out for a brisk walk on a cold, windy, but oh so sunny day. I walked and breathed and felt the sun on myself. I also talked to my niece, Yassi, about my life, my joys and my struggles. She listened as she always does, the daughter I never had, my best friend.
In a way, I accomplished little today. In another, I accomplished something really important, a personal challenge of mine which has had me preoccupied with responsibility for months. The first draft has been sent off for review. If all goes well and when I receive my supporting material, photographs and videoclips, I'll be ready to publish it. Here's the opening paragraph from my first draft on the amazing Iranian dancer. Tell me what you think. Be good y'all.
Three thousand people watched the New York City Ballet performance every night, a performance which invariably ended in standing ovations and a crowd that simply did not want to leave the packed New York State Theater. The promising young ballet dancer took his bows, with each bow intensifying the crowd’s clapping and noises of approval and adoration, singling him out as the "star" of the show.
The sun comes out amidst gathering clouds, Sunday, February 3rd, 2008. View just outside my house. Photo by moi!
18 comments:
Take it easy Nazy jan. Don't be so hard on yourself.
I think the paragraph promises an interesting story.
WOW. What a nice picture. I actually felt the sun as if it were here.
وقتی مینویسی نازی جان! مثل این می مونه که توی یک روز افتابی با ما قدم زدی و صحبت کردی . مرسی که می نویسی
مرسی
نازی جون نوشتن روزمرگیهاتو خیلی دوست دارم.فکر میکنم هر روز معمولی که تو توصیفش میکنی برای من مثل یک روز خاص به نظر میاد
در ضمن نوشته راجع به رقصت خیلی به دلم نشست .مخصوصا که شایا تازگیها میره پشت پیانو میشینه و بعد میاد پایین و تعظیم میکنه و از اینکه براش دست میزنیم کیف میکنه.پرانرژی باشه نازی عزیزم
I am all ear for your story,Nazy jaan.
I always read your inspiring posts and you can not believe some of them make me cry...If I do not comment,does not mean I am not with you.
I am all here for your beautiful posts and of course dance story.
Cheers,
Aida
Beautiful Beginning!
we're desparately waiting to hear the rest of the story.
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The characters above are familiar for 2 nations, Iraninans and Japanese! (it means to be continued, remember "Oshin" :-" )
Well, I like to read more, khaste nabashi :-)!
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Photo by moi! :))
It seems you like Fanglaise aussi :D
It's inventor died on wednesday, I dont remember his name though.
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You search for a daughter, I look for a sister as I dont have any :D
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Wishing you all the best wishes, and as once Tcheknavarian said: Hope to hear good news!
Salam Ehsan Jan:
Hee Hee, I'm all good today! Thank you for caring. I have to be patient before I share the story, but I think you and Maryam will like it. Take care my friend.
Salam Bar Roya-ye Kam Paida!
How have you been? I have been to visit your blog and it's always so interesting to walk about and read your thoughts. Thank you for the compliment on the photo. It is all in the subject, you know! Come back again soon, intelligent Roya.
Salam Niloofar Jan:
How kind of you! Perhaps someday soon you will come to visit and we will go on a walk together? That should be a lot of fun, I'm sure. Be good and take good care of yourself, sweet, sensitive Niloofar.
Mana, Mana, thank you so much for telling me about Shaya's "performing" and "taking a bow!" How very sweet! If he is growing up near a piano, you must prepare yourself for some sparkles of interest in music and the arts in him. I never much cared for families who bought an expensive piano in their mature years. Nothing happens for adults near a piano. The miracle happens when a piano lives in the same house as a small child! I have seen it so many times in my family! My niece was taking piano lessons, doing really well. But my nephew who was several years younger than her was our miracle musician! He walked over to the piano one day and started playing all his sister's piano practice assignments out of the blue! He plays multiple instruments now, with the sweetest piano I have ever heard. He started when he was 3-4 years old all by himself. Kiss that miracle Shaya for me Mana Jan.
Sweet and beautiful Aida:
How very kind of you my friend! I just know you will love this dancer's story. He is a very special and gifted man. I just can't wait to get my hands on his visual material to publish my story. It is amazing. You will see. I am so touched that you like my writings. So I guess that old Iranian poem is right--Ancheh az del bar ayad, la jaram bar del neshinad. Be happy azizam and stay warm.
Baba, Merci Tehranshake! Merci Shideh and Shawhin! Congratulations on your new weblog and thanks so much for letting me know about it officially! How exciting! I'm going to start coming and harrassing the two of you, scarce, and fabulous people! You two just disppeared on me after that class party! Come and visit, come and have lunch and coffee with me, and let's chat. You two are two good eggs!
Salam Shobeir Jan:
Boy, I'm so glad to see you here again! I don't know about Franglaise. But I'll tell you a funny story. I have a brother who lives in Italy. He was visiting my father in Tehran one spring. In my father's last years of life, he showed no interest in news of his friends and families' sicknesses and deaths, and we routinely eliminated news of people's illnesses, hospitalizations, deaths, funerals, and such in talking to him. This suited all of us just fine. When my brother was visiting, my friend had a massive heart attack and I had to keep the news from my father, stepping into the hallway to talk on the phone about him, etc. I received the horrible news of my friend's passing at the hospital and had to rush to be by the side of his family for the ceremonies, so I was absent from my father's house for a long period of time. When I came back, my brother asked me where I had been. I wanted to tell him but didn't want my father to know. My father spoke and understood English, so I had to think of what to say to my brother. I said to him: "Mon Amigo Morte." My brother looked at me and said: "You speak Esperanto now?!" Hee Hee. In the middle of my sadness I had to laugh, because I had chosen one word of each language of French, Spanish, and Italian to make a sentence! Have you ever heard of Esperanto? It was a language someone invented in the 70's!
Anyhow, I hope my story sounded as funny to you as it feels to me. Because my eyes were full of tears, but I was laughing that day!
I'm afraid my search for a daughter and your search for a sister will go on until my sons and you each get married to beautiful women! Then my sons' wives can be your sisters, and all three of them can be my daughters! How about that?
Be good and take care Shobeir Jan.
سلام نازی جونم
اول بگم عکست عالی بود ...
و وای که چه قصه ای ...
در مورد اسپرانتو که در اواخر دهه ی هفتاد و اوایل 80 توسط
Dr. Ludovic Lazarus Zamenhof
یا L.L.Zamenhof
بنیان گذاری شده باید بگم که یکی از زبان های مورد علاقه ی من بوده تا مدتها و من مدتها سعی داشتم تا یادش بگیرم ....
راستی در مورد طرح خواهر هم موافقم ها !!
طرح جالبیه ..
LOL
Salam Farshad Jan:
I'm so glad you could get back into the comments section. I always learn something new from you! About sisters, come on, you can join us, too, by introducing Shobeir and my sons to a new sister, and me to a new daughter!
You have excellent domestic abilities, you are an engineer, and an adeeb-e-farzaneh. You are completely qualified! You will make a lucky girl a fabulous boyfriend/husband! Get with it, Farshad, it's time!
thanks Nazy joonam ,but I am not that much ...
آره فکر کنم باید کم کم آستینام رو بالا بزنم !!!
Hee Hee Farshad! Go for it! Boro daramet!
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