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January 14, 2005
women
My mother, the prettiest woman I know, she was the first one who inspired me, I got my love of reading, and writing from her, she was the one that had to put up with my rhymed pieces, try outs, and rough drafts. she always listened, and encouraged me. There is a poem of mine, that adresses that period, LIFE IN B FLAT, which I will post next.
You would find that, the voice in many of my poems, is of a Woman,a girl. I have always been fascinated by them. Mother, sister, lover, wife, friends, and more than ever now, My Kiana, my daughter. I have a certain gift in observing, and taking the essence of people around me, and bring it to the paper ( oh , So full of myself, I am). So dont be surprised. What I can promise you is variety. I just posted, FOREPLAY, again the voice is of a young girl, any girl, and my curiosity, of how these beautiful creatures, deal with life, and how deep and personal their quest is, How tender, and mature.
Posted by Idinraha at January 14, 2005 12:33 PM
Comments
It's interesting since I always hated to be a girl. To me, being a girl was boring, with no excitement and challenge. That's why I head for the most challenging life ever. Perhaps that was culture. Now as I am getting older, specially after having my girls, I came to love being a woman. I enjoy our strength and complexity and the fact that we can do just about anything! Love you bro. Keep on writing.
Posted by: Maryam Ahmadi at January 15, 2005 10:39 PM
Maryam Jaan
Don't tell anyone but your brother always hated to be a boy also
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Posted by: Fereydoon at January 16, 2005 11:57 AM
such deep thinking...to place yourself in the mind of a woman. you have become so very intriguing to me. understanding what most males fail to do, which is the mystery and complexity of being a woman. how tender and mature that is...
Posted by: Metal at January 26, 2005 03:43 PM