Birthday 2020

Well, birthdays arrive even in the middle of pandemics, wars, crises, dark eras. Colorful blossoms are born in Spring in Aleppo or a camp of Taliban, as beautiful as cherry blossoms in a quiet, peaceful village in Japan or Switzerland. Nature is moving forward, & life is that current of a river, passing before the eyes when the head is full of other thoughts and plans, blind to see the flow of the river, the flow of life. 

What do I ponder these days about? I believe that I must think less about myself. Having a more holistic view, thinking about all and me as a member of this system, this universe, as a piece of a big picture. Wish to perceive better the whole picture, the meaning in it, find and play my role satisfactorily.

Tears of Apple Blossom

Tears of Apple blossom 

The night was nearly over

I came inside and closed the windows.

The wind was whirling around a branch of the tree

I was so lonely in this house and my heart so heavy, 

Suddenly felt someone out in the garden is crying by the window. 

But it was morning dew dripping from apple blossom...

By: Houshang Ebtehaj

گریه سیب

شب فرو مي افتاد

به درون آمدم و پنجره ها رابستم

باد با شاخه در آويخته بود 

من در اين خانه تنها تنها

غم عالم به دلم ريخته بود

ناگهان حس کردم

که کسي

آنجا بيرون در باغ

در پس پنجره ام مي گريد

صبحگاهان شبنم

              مي چکيد از گل سيب

 هوشنگ ابتهاج

Life in the time of Corona

These days! Who would have seen these years? Perhaps screenplay writers of apocalyptic movies.

2020 has started as a roller coaster of catastrophic events, hasn´t it?

Now all disasters are passing like a parade one by on inside my head. God knows how many times I have put myself inside that plane as it was hit and started to fall...

Days that earthquakes and floods have lost their terrific effect. We are number and number hearing the News. People in masks, in Quarantine, prisoned at their own houses.

We feel guilty thinking about our personal lives´issues, they seem so unimportant, so little, thinking about survival. Just survive and you are luckier than thousands of others who didn't.

Why am I vomiting all these hopeless thoughts here, I´m just trying to catch them, like a fisherman catching fast passing fish, I am just trying to write them down, in a hope that they lose their power, they became part of history, part on memory and tomorrow when I read these lines, everything would be ok and the world would be more peaceful.


“…it did not really matter what we expected from life, but rather what life expected from us. We needed to stop asking about the meaning of life, and instead to think of ourselves as those who were being questioned by life — daily and hourly. Our answer must consist, not in talk and meditation, but in right action and in right conduct.”

What can I do for life, for the being? What life does expect me to do?