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March 18, 2005

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"Dawood is dead",My brother Hossein barked over the phone. I was on my way home, to pick the kids up, to go shopping for Nourouz clothing,
I had actually left the store earlier, and was close to home, I was not ready for this, the weather was nice, the afternoon calm, and I was full of anticipation of picking up my beauties and spend a few hours shopping, and then having a dinner out.

Death is so heavy in it's finality. so severe, I thought why did I return Hossein's call, I almost never carry my cell phone with me, I do not like to be contacted when I am out. Dawood, ..... he was maybe two years older then me, also involved in this god damn besiness we all are, of retailing. I thought probably the stress of the last few years got to him, and took him away. Compare to Death Shingles is easy, he was such affable, nice guy, very low key, kinda quiet, he was tall and maybe a bit hefty , like the rest of us Fourty somethings, and his face was an exact replica of our first president, BANI SADR, and I just saw him at DARIUS's concert with his wife and another couple, the poor woman, they did not have any kids. He woke up that day, probably thinking about he business, when will it let up, he customers, he bills, took a shower, dressed up, felt a bit queezy, sat on he couch, and died. Just like that..... his wife found him still sitting there that afternoon.

We were roomate for a while, for a short while, when I first came here, we probably played a few hands of poker, joked, laughed, and then later on once in a while, I used to see him while visiting my suppliers," HI", he would say with a simle, " how is business?", I guess he is free of all that now. You see we are, all of us Refugees that have settled here, trying to coupe with all that is different for us, to make a living, a family, we are the first generation. he was close to my Cousin Hossein, they used to have launch together every Wedenesday, Hossein told me today over the phone, but last tuesday when Hossein called him, he sounded distraught, and told Hossein, that he would not show up for the weekly launch, and complained of how bad the business is.

I am sure, now all of us, would be a bit more shaken and aware, it is so close now, probably all of us that knew him, would go see our Doctors, check the Ticker again, promise ourselves that we will lose those extra pounds, stop smoking for a while, and in a way we all are happy that it was him, not us, and then we wopuld feel guilty about it. and prety soon, we all go back to our rouines, and wait for our turns. Hey, I don't want to make you feel down but heck this is life, and that's what we write about here.

Well, I am so not used to shopping, I don't remember when was the last time I was in a shopping Mall, I usually by my gifts over the internet, and do the Nouroz shopping at down town Westport, over half an hour, I know where to go and have a clear idea what I want, but it does cost me a lot. So we went shopping, Amin was talking nonestop, Kiana was playfull aqnd Marjan kept a carefull eye over me
( I had told her about Dawood), Kiana got everything she wanted, Amin got enough, and best of all, Marjan found a few Fabolous pieces that are out of this world, I think that made me happiest, since the business have been quiet, I have not been able to lavish gifts to my beautifull wife the way she was used to. You know it is very important for a man, or maybe this man to be able to provide for his family, and I have not been able to do that as good as I expect myself to, so it was nice that they all got what they liked. We ended
the evening by having Dinner at our favorite waterhole, PLAZA DINNER, I was adventoures, and ordered, Corned beef and Cabagge, and had the worst dinner of my life, I guess it serves me right.

Posted by Idinraha at March 18, 2005 11:48 AM

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