نوستالژی

دلم برای درد دل با امامزده صالح تنگ شده.روزها به یاد میدون تجریش از خونه بیرون میرم و به خودم به دروغ میگم که امروز بعد از ظهر یه سر میرم امامزده صالح.دلم تنگه برای بوی تند ادویه توی بازار قدیم، برای توت و باقالی و چاقاله بادوم اون آقای گرونفروش سر در بازار قائم.دلم تنگه برای سرزده رفتن پیش مامان و دستهای پر بابا وقتی‌ مثل همیشه از سر کار برمیگشت و امکان نداشت که به میدون تره بارسر نزده باشه.دلم برای تاکسی خطی‌، برای دود برای ترفیک تنگ شده.دلم برای پنجشنبه‌های شیرین ایران تنگ شده.برای یه چیزهایی هیچوقت و در هیچ جا نمیشه جایگزینی پیدا کرد. گرچه در مورد بعضی چیزها هم به هر کجا که بروی آسمان همی‌ رنگ است! بر خلاف اونچه که بیشتر ما توی ایران فکر می‌کنیم ، اینجا هم زیرآب میزنن، اینجا هم ریا می‌کنن، اینجا هم بعضی وقتها توی نتایج دست میبرن و حقیقت رو یه جور دیگه نشون میدان، اینجا هم خاله زنک بازی تا دلت بخواد درمیارن...خلاصه اینکه دارم به این نتیجه میرسم که محیط فقط به آدم ابزار میده که چه جور خودشو بروز بده، باقیش توی خود آدمه.اگه از ایران بیرون میاین، به هوای رسیدن به مدینهٔ فاضله نرین، برای به دست اوردن چیزهایی بیاین که فکر می‌کنین امکانش اونجا براتون به این راحتی‌ پیدا نمیشه. شاید برای بعضی از ما خیلی‌ از اون چیزها همونجا هم وجود داشته باشه. فقط باید آدم با خودش روراست باشه...

My independent son!

The most surprising note I've ever received!

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!

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!

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...

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?