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My son decided that 36 weeks is a quiet long time, and didn't want to wait for the full term to be completed. Or he accidentaly poked the water-balloon, and it was too late to sit back and say "Oh, mom, I am very sorry...I didn't really mean it:-) Anyhow, he joined us on November 10th @ 1855, and we named him Cyrus (to be pronounced Seerous). The very same day, one of my best friends who is indian (I will tell you a story about her, and how she is my Didi Jan later) send us a note on what she had found about the name Cyrus. Here is what she wrote me:
"The name Cyrus is derived from either the Persian word "kurush," which may relate to the sun, or "kuru", which relates to throne. Cyrus the Great was the first Persian ruler;he conquered Babylon, and is known Biblically for releasing the Hebrews from their captivity there.Cyrus is the name of several saints.
BTW there is a KURU dynasty in Hindu mythology too. And they fought a great war in KURUSHETRA which means Land Of The Kurus...hmmm....go figure ..........."
-Anisha Verma
I still remember that scene from 10 years ago… I was sitting in the center of Paseo Noevo mall in Santa Barbra next to two small water fountains, having my lunch, listening to the jazz musicians (hired by the city to play music for the tourist.)
There I saw a grandmother giving her 3 or 4 year old grand daughter some pennies to toss into the water. After the little girl excitedly throw the coins … grandma asked, “What did you wish for dear?” She said “ I wished to become a million dolor ballerina”.
And as my grandma used to say “your wishes come true, so wish for some thing good.”
Now I think if our wish is to become an artist, we need to make sure we state the salary requirement too, like the smart little girl I saw. But in the event that we forgot to put the salary requirement on our wish, it helps to think of our wish as our ‘destination’, but not lose the sight of the journey…
Last weekend, when Amir and I were browsing the Persian Movie section of the public library close to our home, I came across a movie made in Norway “20 Fingers”, claiming that it shows the uncensored sights of Iranian families. It was the winner of "Best Film Venezia 61" and so, I became very curious and we rented the movie.
Movie was dedicated to Abbas Kiarostami, and I think this pretty much tells a whole lot about the style of the movie.
The movie was made of 7 or 8 episodes, all made of close up videoing of one couple arguing about one topic at the time. Topics like virginity, having out-of-marriage relation, boyfriends/girlfriends jealousy; husband wants a kid while the wife disagrees, and etc.
At first we thought episodes are connected mainly because the very same two characters were playing them all, but when the movies ended, we guessed they were individual pieces (perhaps, I am not sure). Camera was very good, and I got a good feeling of the cast performance.
The point I got from the movie was that it wanted to show the limitations Iranian women are facing mainly from their male-partners, either boyfriend or husband.
But my main point is that as the movie claims to show some uncensored scene of Iranian family, it neither discussed any problem in detail, nor I found the conversations very intellectual to follow. The female sentences were so childish and hard to follow for me. Amir had the similar feeling about the guy.There were kind of talks you can hear here and there, but so what? I mean at the end we looked at each other like “What??”
I can say it was of those type of movies made solely to show our problems to the rest of the world, and to win a useless price. I didn't even get a single positive moment in the whole movie!!!!
It reminded me of an online movie about the problem of homosexuals in Iran. I can't remember the name of the movie, I watched it probably last year. It was made in Sweden I guess ( I am not sure). An astonishing movie talking about the facts, showing them clearly, suggesting some good ways to help them out. I Mean I am not against making movies that shows our problems, but I beleive there is a use in Art. If you are this lucky to get the tools, make a use of it.....
Our life is full of good and bad news. Yet, when there is a bad news, it hits us like it had never been once before.
This morning I started a very good and calm day. I was in a good mood, my miraculous baby started to move and it feels so amazing. The sun and sky were in the exact color to fulfill my enjoyment of life and happiness.
Then, suddenly I’ve heard in the radio that he is gone. “Hamid Hamoon” that I’ve learned the meaning of love with him is gone. How could he do that? Didn’t he know that he was the symbol of love for our generation? Didn’t he know that for us who grew up in war and terror, Love was the greatest gift given in his wandering around “Mahshid” and the philosophy of Love?
Well, since morning every single second that I close my eyes, the sights of Hamoon come and go to my memories. I am not sure how many times I’ve watched the movie, but I know I loved him eversince. His voice was so touching and I know I will miss him a lot.
May he rest in peace.