I Am an Iranian Daughter

Iran`s Historical Monuments,Iranian`s ceremonies,and some times my Thoughts, Diary...

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

True Love

Dear Rodman
Thank you so much for your nice and rich comment.
Yes you are right;
True love is not you tell him and he remembers. True love is he forgets and you still stand by him. Selfishness closes the door to the light of love.
Thank you! Thank you!

Friday, August 05, 2005

Misfortunes never come alone.

During these two months I had to play some new roles; house wife, nurse, sympathetic and…
In the first days of summer I found out that my mother's hands has a problem (her hand's neurons have gathered in her wrist and she should not work and use her hands) so that was my duty to help her and accept the responsibility of the house keeping. (Iranian women should do the house works, especially among traditional women)
So I tried to arrange my program with the new situation and so I just accepted classes holding in 3 days in a week. After some weeks, we informed that my brother who lived in Tehran had a terrible backache and some kind of pain in his heart. Soon, I traveled there to meet him and help his wife. On the last day of my short trip my sister called me and said "I have a new problem in my eyes, again". Nothing could stop me to cry. Sooner I back to Esfahan to see her and sympathy. It is clear that during those days I was with her and prepare her for operation and the other things you know.
Now her first operation was done 10 days ago. We are waiting for the second one on 10 days later.
And as usual I have my own problems. It is a new experience for me to play different roles and taste new aspects of life.