Yashar & Yalda

This Yalda turned to an unforgettable one by Javad's visit of Iran and also our very dear Yashar's birth.
Yashar is my nephew and I regret not being beside Attie joon and Yaser while tasting their best taste of life. We feel very excited by hearing his entrance and Rozana start laughing out of her happiness. She is enjoying Uncle Javad's availability and asking us to go to Malaysia for Spring holidays :D

Dear Yashar, congratulations for your coming and littling up our life. You are very precious like your parents and no matter where ever you are, we always wish you the best.

Migration

These days lots of my friends are leaving Iran to different destinations for making a living in a new country, something which is called Migration. They are going to USA, Australia, Denmark and other popular places which have an open door to talented and skilled adults of Iran. I am somehow bind to their problems and now, I'm thinking about the costs and benefits of such a decision. Actually they are escaping from environmental problems such as air pollution and parasites, traffic jams, mandatory Hejab, lack of freedom, weakness of educational system, society and governmental corruption, insufficiency of health care and insurances and ... and they will miss their beloved ones who will remain here, will be accepted as the second residence of that country, will have to adopt to a new nature, must not speak in their vernacular, have to work harder (maybe), have to make self-satisfaction of their choices....
This is a though decision for my country's skilled workers which they are dealing with. I'm losing my friends day by day and thinking about the utopia where were able to keep all my beloved ones together.

Automn

Yesterday we went to one of our friend's while Mehrdad was at home and studying !!! I was really angry about some business problems from Thursday and this relaxation was urgent. I was thinking about the causes of heart attacks in the youth and after that day I am somehow known to the causes :(

P.S. Her first milk tooth was gone right after taking this photo. She was happy of being growth and I was surprised of her. My little princess is growing. She is waiting for a gift by Kind Angel for her tooth!!!

Rozana's First Letter

The translation:

Dear Tania,

Do you know I usually speak to God by myself? I am alone and I am always alone.

Your friend, Rozana

This letter was written by her without anyone else's help. She even didn't want to show me the letter but I think it's her masterpiece. I have a little girl who is able to talk with God, it means that she is able to connect with her own soul, God is inside us, its our conscious, So it's even nearer than our neck.

I don't know if I was able to think or even write any sentence like her but I know that she is smarter than my estimations. Maybe she blame me some day of publishing her first letter here but I really wasn't able to stop it.

At the moment she has learned only 7 letters of Persian 32 alphabets. Her letter is full of dictation mistakes but she had shown her aim. She is my little princess.

Autumn

Enjoying fresh weather is not a Tehran usual event. We took a deep breath some days ago in order to not forget how pleasing is having clean weather .
Rozana was our leader :)