Saturday, May 24, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
San francisco Symphony
Finally we made it !!....Since I arrived, my professor invited us to the SF Symphony, and I had a hard time to convince myself for finding a babysitter.Finally, I decided and found one, so last night we went & enjoyed it very much,.
Watching the orchestra always reminds me of the human body; how the cells work independently but in an extremely coordinated manner to accomplish a goal.Last night I was thinking may be the Orchestra is the only place where humans decide to cooperate well and be a part of a great team work. I was thinking about the God's will when he was creating the man, and about the facts I've always read in the inspirational books explaining we are all part of eachother , whatever good or bad we see in someoneelse is a reflection of ourselves....
Sometimes, i deeply think, our mission on the earth is too great to be described...but I can't learn how to cope with it in everyday life...
Everyday, I meet many internationally- lived people, who have educated and worked in many different countries, and learned how to adjust to different environments to improve their quality of life; and I was remembering many great people I know who are born, educated, worked and gave their gifts to the world without knowing anything about the abroad.
This is the time that the culture differences is making more challenges in my life.I'm thinking about myself in near future, my decisions, my choices,...I'm thinking about my little family, where are we going?...
And finally I deciide to let it go...
May be I think too much!
Watching the orchestra always reminds me of the human body; how the cells work independently but in an extremely coordinated manner to accomplish a goal.Last night I was thinking may be the Orchestra is the only place where humans decide to cooperate well and be a part of a great team work. I was thinking about the God's will when he was creating the man, and about the facts I've always read in the inspirational books explaining we are all part of eachother , whatever good or bad we see in someoneelse is a reflection of ourselves....
Sometimes, i deeply think, our mission on the earth is too great to be described...but I can't learn how to cope with it in everyday life...
Everyday, I meet many internationally- lived people, who have educated and worked in many different countries, and learned how to adjust to different environments to improve their quality of life; and I was remembering many great people I know who are born, educated, worked and gave their gifts to the world without knowing anything about the abroad.
This is the time that the culture differences is making more challenges in my life.I'm thinking about myself in near future, my decisions, my choices,...I'm thinking about my little family, where are we going?...
And finally I deciide to let it go...
May be I think too much!
Monday, March 17, 2008
My Norouz!
I could never imagine a norouz like this! I used to beleive by the end of Esfand ,everyone feels excited, streets are crowded, people are very busy, everywhere you will see people buying and selling Sabzeh, samanoo,....
I could never imagine a year without visiting the family, without warm wishes of parents with the tears in their eyes, without getting shiny green bills from Baba when he takes them out of the old blue covered Quran.I didn't know spring can come without visiting the grand parents at the first day of it, I used to think the new year starts with the happiness and excitement of having a long holiday...
I'm expereincing a unique spring.Honestly, I don't feel Norouz is coming, and I envy those who have the feelig.To be honest, all the days are the same for me since I'm here.I could never imagine such a feeling before!
Anyways, I will whisper "Ya Moghallebalgholoob..." while working in the lab on Friday .It's too strange to work on the 1st of Farvardin!But I don't have any choice, because this week I'm reponsible for everything in the lab in absence of lab supervisor...
I wish all of you a great year, full of joy and success.Happy norouz!
I could never imagine a year without visiting the family, without warm wishes of parents with the tears in their eyes, without getting shiny green bills from Baba when he takes them out of the old blue covered Quran.I didn't know spring can come without visiting the grand parents at the first day of it, I used to think the new year starts with the happiness and excitement of having a long holiday...
I'm expereincing a unique spring.Honestly, I don't feel Norouz is coming, and I envy those who have the feelig.To be honest, all the days are the same for me since I'm here.I could never imagine such a feeling before!
Anyways, I will whisper "Ya Moghallebalgholoob..." while working in the lab on Friday .It's too strange to work on the 1st of Farvardin!But I don't have any choice, because this week I'm reponsible for everything in the lab in absence of lab supervisor...
I wish all of you a great year, full of joy and success.Happy norouz!
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Life's lessons
I'm here, just trying to grow up.I'm getting used to hard work, and it's never enough;I'm trying to use my brain more and it's painful!I'm trying to be a good mother on the fast track, and it's tricky!I'm trying to forget about talking about the hard moments to my dear ones and it seems impossible!But it's hard to say how happy I feel inside myself for trying to be efficient.
I love these days of my life; Life has shown me to wait for a great releif just after the darkest moments.It's the treasure of being alive : to put yourself at the middle of puzzles and wait for the magical solutions.Although,it's not an easy wait...
I love these days of my life; Life has shown me to wait for a great releif just after the darkest moments.It's the treasure of being alive : to put yourself at the middle of puzzles and wait for the magical solutions.Although,it's not an easy wait...
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Decision of Obama's father!
A very dear friend, just sent me an email, sharing a viewpoint with me: She was wondering if Obama's father hadn't decided to move to US from Kenya, perhaps, Obama was among the people burning in Kenya's conflicts, instead of nomination for US presidential election!
Sometimes, our lives are saved by others decisions! and sometimes not!
That's why parenting sometimes scares me.
How do you think?
Sometimes, our lives are saved by others decisions! and sometimes not!
That's why parenting sometimes scares me.
How do you think?
Monday, January 14, 2008
my thrilling day in the lab
Last week, I just logged on my orkut profile, which is almost abondoned, and saw "Today's fortune" of that day: Thrilling events in your immidiate future...I totally forgot about it, and started the next day happily!...without knowing what is expecting me...
Most of you know about my zeophobia, although I used to work on dead animals for skin sample collection.Now, imagine when I was in a small elevator, and suddenly a couple entered with their huge! dog starring at me...I couldn't resist, and cried: oh...please... I'm afraid of animals...
Everybody started to laugh at me and explain: Oh..it's just a dog..., and I was whispering angrily, thank you, I thought it's an alien!
Wait, there is still more to come...
At around 10 am, the lab supervisor came to me and asked:Have you received your flu shot? Let's go together, I will show you the place in the hospital, and then we can go to collect human skin .Wondering how kind these people are, I got prepared to go out!Suddenly, I found myself at the basement level of the UCSF hospital, entering a fully equipped lab, just like the labs you see in the films for turning a human to a robot!I was optimistically waiting for someone who comes and gives us the samples;but that person, came with a dead body and left us alone to start skin separation...
The lab supervisor opened his bag, and gave me the special coat, and gloves, and just at that time I finally found out what's going on...He plugged on the horrible instrument (dermatome),which I just met in the articles before that time, and asked me to stretch the skin of the dead person...After minutes of peeling the poor person and hearing the supervisor's voice,saying to the dead: oh... thank you! you have such a good skin!!!!, I found myself sweating and shaking.He asked: are you scared? , and i just wanted to yell at him: what do you think?!
Although, i was feeling horrible, I learned a lot,and I also receive my free flu shot anyway!
As, we beleive in 3 sequence of bad events,when I came back to the lab, the third event was expecting me: " oh ..Sara, we were waiting for you to show us how to harvest the mouse skin.The dead mice are in the frig..."
I showed them my method, and I suddenly felt my zeophobia has been disapeared, after peeling the dead human body,the body of a 42 yr old man, who was just died the day before...
The moral of the story: Always trust your Orkut daily fortune!
Most of you know about my zeophobia, although I used to work on dead animals for skin sample collection.Now, imagine when I was in a small elevator, and suddenly a couple entered with their huge! dog starring at me...I couldn't resist, and cried: oh...please... I'm afraid of animals...
Everybody started to laugh at me and explain: Oh..it's just a dog..., and I was whispering angrily, thank you, I thought it's an alien!
Wait, there is still more to come...
At around 10 am, the lab supervisor came to me and asked:Have you received your flu shot? Let's go together, I will show you the place in the hospital, and then we can go to collect human skin .Wondering how kind these people are, I got prepared to go out!Suddenly, I found myself at the basement level of the UCSF hospital, entering a fully equipped lab, just like the labs you see in the films for turning a human to a robot!I was optimistically waiting for someone who comes and gives us the samples;but that person, came with a dead body and left us alone to start skin separation...
The lab supervisor opened his bag, and gave me the special coat, and gloves, and just at that time I finally found out what's going on...He plugged on the horrible instrument (dermatome),which I just met in the articles before that time, and asked me to stretch the skin of the dead person...After minutes of peeling the poor person and hearing the supervisor's voice,saying to the dead: oh... thank you! you have such a good skin!!!!, I found myself sweating and shaking.He asked: are you scared? , and i just wanted to yell at him: what do you think?!
Although, i was feeling horrible, I learned a lot,and I also receive my free flu shot anyway!
As, we beleive in 3 sequence of bad events,when I came back to the lab, the third event was expecting me: " oh ..Sara, we were waiting for you to show us how to harvest the mouse skin.The dead mice are in the frig..."
I showed them my method, and I suddenly felt my zeophobia has been disapeared, after peeling the dead human body,the body of a 42 yr old man, who was just died the day before...
The moral of the story: Always trust your Orkut daily fortune!
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