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Sunday, September 30, 2007

Quick Shots

First Shot_ Aug 30, 07:
I notice I am different; I am different from people around me. I care too much…I care about small thing just too much. Slightest thing is important for me. It feels like when God created me he set my SENSITIVITY volume on the maximum.

Maybe it was intended, who knows…. But here I am a supper sensitive girl.


شات دوم:
ما و وبلاگمون
ما اصولا تصمیم گرفتیم که چند زبونه یا به قول خارجی ها هایبرید بنویسیم اینجا. شاید نه تنها هایبرید نوشتیم بلکه هایپر هم نوشتیم (راستی ترجمه هایپر تکس چی میشه؟؟) دوست داریم (یا به قول اصفهانیها دوست می داریم) اینجا از دغدفه های ذهنیم و مباحث درسی مثل گوبال وارمینگ و توسعه پایدار؛ تا درددلهام و حرفهای خاله زنکی بنویسیم
راستی شماها چطوری دوست می دارین؟

Sunday, September 23, 2007

My take on the Home-Land subject

The first day I came to Tehran I missed my home_city. I was in my land but it wasn’t my home. After couple of yeas Tehran became my other home-city….

I can recall how I felt in my trips to Tabriz or Zanjan or even Bandarabas, which have been technically part of my land, my home land. I couldn’t quite understand everybody there but after initial strange feelings faded away, I knew I am in my home land. Those trips helped me have a wider and more inclusive understanding of home-land.

Since I left Iran, I missed it like any one else…
I came to a place which wasn’t my born place, which at first view didn’t have any of the required criteria to ever being called home. But, I got to know people, different people and though we were different we could make connection…I have started feeling connected….feeling like being not in my home, not in my home cities or home land, but maybe a different kind of home. And believe it or not there are invisible strings that tie us together. For me the invisible strings define my home…

At first Esfahan was my inner understanding (not what we would learn in our geography classes) of homeland then Then Tehran was included and later on I could feel the whole country being my home-land.

After getting residence in U.S. I got to know other people from Asia and was surprised with the level of similarity among Asian cultures. It has been easy to connect to Asian people and I felt my land is Asia. Nowadays America, Europe and Africa are all added to my definition of home or homeland.

Am I confusing you? (This is one of my specialty, making everybody). Now imagine this, Imagine being in a strange planet all by yourself, horizon is new, textures, colors, smells…you feel, uncomfortable, nervous and even scared. Creatures around you look different, act different and you have no way of understanding them. Now imagine a human walking on his feet and comes toward you. You are not alone anymore…you can transfer many un-spoken words just with a smile, just looking at him or her….don’t you think he is from your Home-Land
And it may sound crazy but sometime I have the feeling that my homeland is the universe. I am a citizen of the universe.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Thanks for your Gift Sheida

Joost, Joost come here....He comes to the living room wondering what made me so excited this time of the night.
Come and see what Sheida wrote in her weblog. I translate Sheid's post for him.
and add: "I SHOULD have a weblog....I have been thinking of having one for two years now and last couple of days I have been thinking of very seriously."

Joost laughs and adds: "but you already have a weblog." be honest I have two weblogs and one shared one that adds them up to three...
I started one last year and one two years ago or so. I hardy recovered the passwords for this weblog.

Now I am in my old-new house. My first post was from last October....

Sheida one confession, you were the first one I wanted to inform about my weblog....but I never wrote the second one....Never until tonight...when I read your post.

Here I am, a girl who finally writes her second post with one year delay.
I will write. I can't promise it will be fun to read. I want to unload my restless busy mind here.

Thanks for your Gift Mrs Shin...