The past is prophetic in that it asserts loudly that wars are poor chisels for carving out peaceful tomorrows.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
This is written for my Iranian friends especially, yet you are welcome to read. The only thing is that Iranians probably feel more connected to this note. I just felt rather nostalgic and thought its a good idea to write about all that I miss about the past.
I believe that past should never be forgotten; I remember this book that we had in the bookshelves in our house called: past is the light for the future (This is a translation and I don’t remember the name of the writer, I shall ask and inform you in the near future). Well I could not agree more. Perhaps sometimes remembering the good times from the past can make us feel a bit out of the place, maybe because it feels like something that feel we belonged to, and it is not there anymore, like when we lose someone close to heart. A place that was always there and the very next moment is not anymore, like when lights go off and the darkness becomes your new nest and what can be more scary!!! But past was what made you become who you are today and this very moment is the past that will make your future; only keeping this in mind can assure a better future, a future so virgin... . Every now and then is good to sit and remember all those little things that happened. I personally think I am getting Alzheimer’s to be honest. Sometimes I look back and I can’t picture the streets that i grew up in. The houses that I visited and the people that I loved! But this past belongs to me, and it’s what makes me smile sometimes, like the stupid things that i have done and the things I have said or heard, people who i have loved and the people who I disliked for asinine reasons. So let me remind me and perhaps some of you about what we have missed...! I guess even if you have not experienced the same things, if you read this, you can remember your own past and things you used to do...! Just remember LIFE IS WONDERFUL, and i literally mean full of wonders!!!!
The best way is to start this with : I remember... and let your thoughts flow... your passion for that little mean yet very cute thing that you have...the past. I don’t remember if it was a maths programme or a philosophical one, but this guy was talking about the ripples you make in the water when you are in a boat and moving forward...how shallow they seem and how they deep they are...but also how short term... your past makes you move forward but it has no direct effect on it...!
I remember the day we moved into our new house when i was rather young, perhaps just less than 5 years old...the little Lego puzzles bought for me from the child and teenagers institute. Playing with them in a chaotic house filled with unpacked boxes, while my mother was sleeping on a coach, waiting for my ad returning from his work and my beloved sister from school, how young my mind was and how much i adored those colourful Legos. I remember I used to love to go to my grandparent’s house to play with them with my cousin who was alot older than me. She was a truly inspiring person, every moment that i spent with her i learnt a new thing and most importantly learnt to be creative. Waiting in the waiting room of a dentist showing me a almond in shell and trying to make think of things that it was similar to, and my young mind trying to figure out what was going on in her mind... she has her own wonderful daughter now and i can imagine her being a lucky one, having such a great mother. All those books and games that my parents bought me to learn more and learn more and learn more to come to where i am.
I remember playing with dolls with my sister, but our favourite game was drawing people ona pieve of paper and talk instead of them pretending we are in a party with a lot of people. Sounds so silly, but at the time i couldn’t wait for her to come home and play this game with me! My two friends who i found going to primary school, Yalda and Sadaf! Two beautiful sisters whom i spent most of my time with. We used to play in the house pretending to be what we wanted to be...life was so easy then. I always wanted to be the architect and Yalda always wanted to be everything, and sadaf was always the teacher! Ahhh, good days gone by like the wind...! I remember playing in the streets, drawing on the floor with pieces of chalk, every morning in the school, or after school on the roads! So much fun!
Every Friday morning, having a family meeting in my parents bed, laughing and laughing, playing games! Thn the fresh breakfast that my dad have had prepared for us. Ah, i still can smell the bread. And then the rest of the day spent at my grandparents house with every single member of the family....more than 20 of us, just enjoying life like it could do no harm ever....! the amazing food that the grandparents prepared and then all sitting around the sofreh and eating it.
The school days and the homework’s that i would not stop doing and then having lunch! I was a geek from the start i guess!
My cousin Padideh used to come around a lot when my dad was away on missions and she always had something for us! Snacks or present! And i was jealous of my sisters presents every single time!
Every night my mum was singing to us, or when we were older, my sister reading to me before bed. When we stayed at my grandma’s house for nights, my dad used to do it, all the kids sleeping on the floor in the living room, and my dad telling us stories about this guy who ate so much that he bursted! It is still funny when i remember. Or my grandma telling us stories to make us not to be scared of the dark anymore.( I shall remember to tell you these stories, they are actually scary but fun).
The huge pencils that my ad used to buy us, they had spirals on them, so when you spin them, it looked magical! The cartoons and the films from those days...! What can i say..AMAZING...specially the Japanese anime called footballers, me my sister and my second cousin Sadaf, were in love with it. no wonder i love football now. I remember the last son in law of the family had the duty of cleaning the table, while everybody in the kitchen was doing the washing up, i still feel sorry for Pirooz and Amir, they had the longest period of duty, because not many people got married after them for a while.
I changed so many schools, and in every one of them i had such amazing friends. Trustworthy or not, still friends...!
The cheeky sneaks after school to hang around and have some fun! We all know what i mean if we brought up in Iran, so not much explanation required there.
Climbing the bed in my grandma house to reach her sitting at her table to kiss and say hello, or the the afternoons after school I bought snacks for me and grandpa to eat and watch cartoons together(our favourite was Ariosto Cats)
The language classes that we were made to go to for hours on Fridays, and the alloche and fun gums that we bought. The times my dad came back from mission and bought us all my mum have had forbidden us to buy!
All those wonderful times, that are so many that if I want to keep going, will make a book, made me and my life! All those memories...!
Remember those memories of yours, both good and bad moment and worship them! life may be short but every moment is a sequence on the little shiny skirt it is wearing that gives a glow and makes it even more beautiful when looking at it from far!
Remember, as my aunt Padide always tells me: “you don’t have to live the length of life, you only have to live its width at the longest to enjoy it”
LOVE YOU ALL PEOPLE.... KEEP SMILING!
Love & Peace
Rona Sinni
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