ahali e sabalan
hamrahan e noor
salam
last night we, me, my baba and maman and atyieh, my sister went to my amoo's house. they are three, my amoo mas'oud, zan-amoo shamsi and my pesar-amoo, alireza. i love mehmooni, when i am a guest or even!! when i am the host.
we told many kind of NEWS to each other
first we talked about alireza's exams, how is he studying, easy exams and the hardest ones, arabi and tarikh and the challenge of helping or not or how........
then about the many troubles of my younger amoo, majid, his wife, monir and their cute son, mohammad and meanwhile we also said many relevant and helpful stories about monir's father and mother, amme farideh and amme maliheh, and my shohar-amme, akbar agha, majid's friend, jamshid, my daee ali, people who were working with majid, like haji roshan and at least twenty more people and i remember how deep our faces were moving and changing.....
then it was tabriz's turn, our hometown and specially zan-amoo shamsi's father who had a heart attack last year and now is much better alhamdolellah and his doctors and their drugs, he is eating 15 pills everyday.....
we also talked about the new food, bosh, and the people who taught cooking it to my zan-amoo and their different styles......
because of shab e shisheie we talked about hatamikia....... he is tabrizi too!
then we again came back to alireza and his school and also my father's fifth grade teacher, mr. eftekhari. my father was telling us that for thanking his teacher, at the end of the year, he and his father went to mr. eftekhari's new house in shahr e ziba and planted the orange tree that my grandfather brought from shahsavar in the yard. he said a lot about his fifth grade friend, mohsen rafati who was the closest raghib for shagerd avvali and his sisters.......
we then discussed about sardar ahamadi and mr. mortezavi and what they are doing in the city these days, again moving to my father's neighbor, yaghoub and his nocheha and my amoo's friends in laleh-zar.......
atyieh and his friends in koocheh, mohammad and hamed and nastaran, and alireza's last year's friends in dabestan were other people who came along with our talks.....
we talked about many more people in our night, but this is already too long!
these and those people are WHOs we are coming from
and maybe because of this we were listening to every moment of our talks,
while laghing, almost crying, getting so angry, feeling sad, seeming so hopeless and seeing with deep hope, loving and dreaming.......
i mean
i can find ali's football when i see his very special people in it, i can see his school as big as he sees when i know the people living there,
i can read ali noorbakhsh's symbolic writings when i touch the people behind his words, stories and beliefs,
i can think of momo's problems when i see him and his community in his problems......
dear ali
i find myself in walking and walking maybe cause most of the times i feel like a horse and you know how much horses enjoy when they are walking, running......
when in a small mehmooni we talked about almost 100 people, then i think it is quite natural that we talk about you in our community. one of the times we were talking about you and ehsOn's discovery about your football community..... how are you doing with your hot games and warm people?
dear ali
i have heard his summer i think, it was real and close, enshallah the next time we meet each other in aghasht i will barrow the rest from you, but tell us more about the people who your love of music is coming from, ghalilol-who minevisi!
