6/17/2008

The Phone Call

My oldest sister called me from Tehran today. We chatted for about an hour, like we used to do a lot before. My sister has always had a maternal presence in my life, and has served as my confidant from the very first time I fell in love to the time before last! The last time was too hard to talk about! It cheered me up so much to talk with her today. I should talk to my family more often.
My sister is the one that came to bring me home when I sleep-walked at 8 years of age! I had gone to our neighbor's house, would you believe it?! They called her and she came to get me! She is also the one in whose custody I almost drowned in the pool when I was barely one year old! Some babysitter she was! They found me floating in the pool, and I was revived by my brother who arrived just in time. Well, she saved me so many other times later, I have to forgive her for that one time! I almost died two more times in my life. I'll tell you about those stories some other time. For now trust me when I tell you I know why I love and cherish life as much as I do. Life is fragile and precious. It must be lived to its fullest and with as much gusto as possible. That's how I live.

6 comments:

  1. khosh halam ke hasti va che boodani..
    kash man ham betoonam en joori zendegi konam.

    baray pesarha ham khoshhalam.Be happy nazy jan

    Marzieh

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  2. سلام نازی خانم
    Namaste
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    A delicate flower you are..
    and there is wind
    a smile..a memory..and a scar
    a moon asking..what happened?


    clouds hiding a sun
    a foggy day
    would you stay..would you run?
    where's the way...


    here's a sign.. follow the heart
    like a line...is it too hard?


    "maybe I should..live alone",
    said the eyes
    a dew drop...at a dawn!
    as she cries


    we live...we die
    we write the fate
    we sin..we lie
    what's the real..what's the shade?


    I'll be here...my little flower
    don't you fear...I got the" feather"!
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    شعراز یک جوان لبنانی ست به نام هاشم

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  3. Salam Nazy,
    I don't want be nosy, but I really like to hear about your personal stories, your experiences in every aspect of life...
    I enjoy reading you.

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  4. I really liked this poem by Hashem.

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  5. salam. Interesting.

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