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March 14, 2005
DOES IT REALLY MATTER
" Does it matter if nobody reads your pages?", Marjan asked, "will you stop writing?" she continued, " Could you stop writing?". Hmmm,
Good questions, I thought. nah, it really does not matter, I write because that all I know how to do, its like breathing to me. i enjoy the process, it fills me and satisfies me. "well, it's good to get feed back you know", I answered. " it's like a dialogue, back and forth, it help." I said. " Okay, I can see that it could help", Marjan said, " why aren't you posting more poetries?, the site is kinda empty without hem", she continued. It was surprising to hear that from Marjan, but she always kinows better, she has cool sensible head on her shoulders, and nobody knows me the way she does.
so this morning, under advise of Marjan, I posted a few poems, I guess I got the feed back that I was looking for, and from a very notable source, funny she just called me while I was writing this and had many nice compliments about the poems. Hah, I guess as Shoe less Joe, said in Field of Dreams, YOU BUILD IT AND THEY WILL COME.
I also got a new picture of all the Grand kids, I will post it.
last night we were over my mother's house for Dinner, it was a rare occasion since most of us were there, wih our kids in tow. It is curious that our byweekly gathering has become more intimate in the last two sessions. For one thing I avtually stay after nine O'clock, and after dinner we wont get spread, we all stay at the dinner table and talk. Every family has its own chemistry and mechanics of realationships, ours have been a dificult one, since we all were partners and worked together. It's been almost eleven years since we seprated, but it has been a rocky road for all of us in getting back together and trusting in each other. However I feel we are getting closer. I know since maryam logs in here, our relationship has evolved to be more intimate and loving. we are learning about each other. and I see the same process with Hossein. I am sure some of it is because I am more accepting and wellcoming than I used to be,( I could be quiet a snobb sometimes). i also think since our kids have grown up and can relate to each other on a different level, we are learning to do the same. However it does not matter why, what matters is that we seem to be going dwon, or up the same road, and we have learned to enjoy and appriciate our times together. My mom served a delicious dinner of KHORESHTE KARAFS (stew of celery, other vegetables and meat) with Safferon Rice, and Zereshk polo( rice, safferon, and berries), with baked chicken. After dinner, she served some aged, ice cream on the stick, which got me lots of off colour comments while I was eating one, and Oreo cookies with tea of course.
Thanks to Hossein and maryam, they both have involved the kids in playing cards and backgammon, which even brings my Amin out of his shell, as he plays with the rest of the kids also. As usuall the jokes were as off color as possible, (making Soosan, and Mojgan, the new commers in the family blush and giggle) and the laughters were heartfelt and loud. we were all happy to be there.
Posted by Idinraha at March 14, 2005 01:27 PM
Comments
Good for you for listening to Marjan! So I guess the book-thing is off, right?!
Posted by: cycho ![[TypeKey Profile Page]](http://www.idinraha.com/nav-commenters.gif)
at March 14, 2005 03:50 PM
Is it for real? You won't write your book? I loved the idea. It takes time to read and comment but what better way of spending time. Hanna constantly brags about you to her teacher and classmates. Her teacher even asked for your site. Come on! Write and we'll read. "This is a start of something beautiful".
Posted by: Maryam at March 15, 2005 08:00 PM
Lil sis thanks for your enthusiasm, Of course I will write the book, we just have to find a new catagory for it, and my dear Cyrus come up with a new place for it on the site, but the book will be written INSHAALLAH
Posted by: Idinraha at March 16, 2005 05:44 PM