Always a delight to read your pieces no matter how short. And there’s always a line or too and that leave me in awe. This time it’s:
“These are memories they’ll never get back. Still, they keep them alive, passing them between friends and family members, like a ball they can’t let fall to the ground.”
Found this and read it after finding out Marjane Satrapi passed. I am not Iranian, but with this current war, I’m trying to understand the Iranian perspective and life a little more. This is a wonderful piece and left me wanting to read more. Wishing you the best!
I read your text carefully. I live in the same country as my family, and we have never experienced war. But I have a friend here who is Iranian. Her family stayed there, and she grew up in Tehran before coming here for her studies and professional life. So her life and her Iranianity (if we can say that) is not exactly the same as yours. But still. Over the past few months, she has faded away. Sometimes I feel like holding her very tightly so that she can feel all my love and support. I know that from the Moon, she would have looked toward Iran. It is a beautiful country. She has told me about it a thousand times, and I always listen with fascination and longing: the bookstores, her bed in her room, the pomegranate seeds, the family lunches. Yes, from the Moon, she would have looked toward Iran. My dear Zahra.
Always a delight to read your pieces no matter how short. And there’s always a line or too and that leave me in awe. This time it’s:
“These are memories they’ll never get back. Still, they keep them alive, passing them between friends and family members, like a ball they can’t let fall to the ground.”
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Found this and read it after finding out Marjane Satrapi passed. I am not Iranian, but with this current war, I’m trying to understand the Iranian perspective and life a little more. This is a wonderful piece and left me wanting to read more. Wishing you the best!
your writing always makes me feel so warm, like you're telling a bedtime story! thank you for sharing
made me smile so wide. parviz making magic<333
Beautiful read no matter the length. Keep on writing 💙
Loved the imagery of the memories are like a ball to be passed but can't let fall to the ground.
Lovely to read and feel your voice again. Love you.
love you tara <3
I read your text carefully. I live in the same country as my family, and we have never experienced war. But I have a friend here who is Iranian. Her family stayed there, and she grew up in Tehran before coming here for her studies and professional life. So her life and her Iranianity (if we can say that) is not exactly the same as yours. But still. Over the past few months, she has faded away. Sometimes I feel like holding her very tightly so that she can feel all my love and support. I know that from the Moon, she would have looked toward Iran. It is a beautiful country. She has told me about it a thousand times, and I always listen with fascination and longing: the bookstores, her bed in her room, the pomegranate seeds, the family lunches. Yes, from the Moon, she would have looked toward Iran. My dear Zahra.