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پروردگارا، به تو پناه می آورم از نفسی که سیر نمی شود، از دلی که خاشع نمی گردد، از دانشی که سود نمی دهد، از نمازی که بالا نمی رود و از دعائی که به اچابت نرسد...

Happy birthday to my love!

My terrific wonderful special husband, you mean a world to me.Thank you for all you are doing for me , and thank God for giving you to me on such a special day.
Happy birthday!

I was thinking...

Yesterday I was thinking: last year at these days, my mind was just filled with one issue: Parsa's little surgery (that all the boys pass ,at least in Iran!)! oh.. there were also some other important issues: How many times did he asked for milk today? When was his last colic attack? How many times did he wake up during the night? Is everything ok? Does he feel cold in his room? Am I a good mother?...........

and now..!!!!!!!!!! where am I standing now? and what are my concerns right now?!!!

P.S: All of you who are expecting your babies, will feel like me just in a year!

Why I adore mother Thresa

I love this prayer from this great woman.Just wanted to share it with you:
People are often unreasonable, illogical and self centred; forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ultierior motives; be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies; succeed anyway.
If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight; build anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous; be happy anyway.
The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow; do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough; give the world the best you've got anyway.
You see, in the final analysis it is between you and God; it was never between you and them anyway.

I feel sad!

When you are thousand miles far from home, when nobody feels any obligation and is free to choose you or not (Because you are too far to blame them!) , when there is 12 hours jet lag, and different weekends, and you are unavailable most of the day, you can easily diffrentiate between the real friends and too busy! ones.
I don't know how God makes some people so nice; they know how great you may feel by hearing their kind voices through the phone or reading their encouraging messages in your mailbox, although, they have never been in a similar situation.
These are the lessons I'm learning gradualy from this journey. However, facing the realities I never doubt in them before, seems to be the most difficut part.Sometimes we lie to ourselves about the quality of a relationship, but we're not ready to change it.Why we spend several hours for choosing our clothing, furniture, foods,..., but not the people we communicate with them? Why we don't respect ourselves by avoiding people who make us feel bad about ourselves?Or Why have we used to see people, spend several hours with them, and just restricting ourselves to the common greetings; if someone doesn't like to know what are you doing in your life, or how do you feel about it, why we are wasting our times this much? ( However i beleive in that sometimes we can be the one who starts a good relationship)
Even if we are afraid of getting alone, we already are! with these types of relationships!

Look at my beautiful son!

Our home is very close to the Golden Gate Park.Father and son often spend a nice time there together.Parsa would be proud of you, my dear Mahmoud, for being so attentive about him.

A piece of paper I'll need in future

During the last weeks before leaving Iran, I had a hard time challenging with myself.I was questioning everything, and I'd lost my confidence about our decision. In one of the darkest days, my mother gave me a piece of paper she chose from an old calendar for me.It meant a world to me at that time, specially because she gave it to me while she was extremely worried about our travel, and I hadn't seen her this sad before.

Now, I look at it everyday before leaving home.Here it comes:

One day Parsa will ask me: why did we come here? and, I will need this piece of paper for reasoning.

Thank you Maman, for always knowing what I need before myself.