Les Moments Musicaux
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Thursday, February 19, 2004 The oppressive force against my skin, The condensed load inside The flames rising to the surface, Glowing out of my eyes Which way is the wind blowing? posted by Farzaneh | 11:30 a.m. Friday, February 13, 2004 
Picture taken from Jinky Art take a deep breath feel the freedom go up fall into the skies .. posted by Farzaneh | 5:08 p.m. Wednesday, February 11, 2004 I watched Zendane Zanan ("Women's Prison") at university yesterday. It's a great movie. It's almost a documentary which opens your eyes to 2 generations in prison which is a metaphor or at least a part of the post-revolution society during 17 years. There were a few very touching and moving scenes which i won't talk about, so that I don't ruin the movie..! Zendane Zanan so reminded me of the days back in school in Iran, where Nazem o modir with scream at you and force you to follow their orders thinking they have the ultimate power in the world.. That scene where the prison's warden makes the prisoners stand in line and do some exercises was just like "narmeshe sobhgaahi", "az jelo nezaam" and all those things we had to do early in the morning before we would finally get to go to class.. no matter how stupid those "pre-class" tasks may seem, I still miss them all! I miss standing in line in the backyard of my elementary school. I even miss wearing the cover "maghnae". Not that I actually miss my scarf, but that i miss being in that exact state of my school years in Iran..how we had to listen to the principal, or to one of the mini drama acts by students, while our heads were burning under the sun..nevertheless, we had our good times. Nour school was fun. We had a nice and big backyard (hayat) with a little garden in the middle, full of flowers, and tall trees all around the yard. It was a big middle school with a lot of students, some of which i've met here in Toronto!! We should start up "Nour Reunion" gatherings soon! anyway,at Nour they would make us wait so long before going to class, but we would have good laughs just by making fun of "moaleme parvareshi" talking all the nonesense she could possibly think of to say.. we would wonder if they don't get tired of repeating themselves over and over, knowning that no one is paying attention anyway..aah, I remember all the days of reading poems and "secret" talks with Tala and Solmaz..and the memories keep on coming back to me.. Yesterday, I also chatted with my cousine Leila when I was at work.. ahh, you sometimes forget, or rather get used to how much you miss someone until you talk to them or see them again.. and then after the talk/visit, all of a sudden you miss them so much that you want to run away to see them.. you want to be with them so bad.. I felt that last term during my long distance relationship. But the maximum "seperation times" were 2 to 3 weeks, though it felt like months.. but in the case of my relatives and friends in Iran, I haven't seen them in almost 5 years now! Naturally, you get used to it, but then sometimes you just burst into tears just by reading an email from an old friend.. as if, all the days of missing your family, friends, people, town, house, lifestyle, streets, landscapes, roads to Northern Iran, scent of Yaas and of eid ,..as if all these "missings" that have been piled up in your mind and soul, are now going to explode! .. I guess I'm drowning in the past.. I just hope I can go back this summer, or leila and the rest of her family come to visit us.. I so wished i could go to shomal with them, when she said they're leaving in the morning..we've been grown up together. All our childhood memories are attached together.. and not seeing them feels like losing a part of your past, a part of your life, and a part of yourself.. posted by Farzaneh | 11:09 p.m. Wednesday, February 04, 2004
Monday, February 02, 2004 I took my first Taar lesson today, Feb 1, 2004. hese kheili khoob o ajibi daram. engaar dobare zende shodam! it starts a new phase of my life..cheghadr yaade iran oftaadam vaghti vaarded khooneye Bahman shodam. yek khooneye kochak vali kheili ghashang tazin shode, baa kaarhaaye dasti o sofaal az Iran.. va saaz ..saaz o moosighi.. engaar booye honar o sher az khoone miyad. va yek ketaabkhoone por az ketaab. nemidoonam bayad Bahmane Rahgozar ro chi seda konam! az bas Saba o Sheida goftan Bahman, nemitoonam be Aghaye Rahgozar aadat konam.. hala felan taa aadat konam, migam Bahman!! motmaenam Bahman az oon aadamhaayist ke rooye man kheili asar khahad gozasht. yaadame har vaght az pishe khanom Makarian miyamadam, baraye modati too fekr boodam va hese khoobi daashtam.. engaar har baar koli chiz yaad migereftam.. joda az moosighi, engaar adame kaameltari ham mishodam. cheghadr baraash ehteraam ghaelam. yeki az bozorgtarin narahtihaam vaghti Iran ro tark kardam in bood ke daram moalemi chon oo ro az dast midam. Dara ham az kasane digari bood ke be man angizeh o energy midad. har baar 5- 6 taa ketaab o notehaaye moosighi baaram mikard..va modat haa harf mizadim.. vaghti barmigashtam khoone khaabam nemibord. enghadr fekr too saram bood.. va delam mikhast enghadr be chizhaayi ke shenidam goosh bedam ke hichvaght hich kodoom ro yaadam nare. alan ham vaaghan khosh haalam ke Taar ro shoro kardam. yek chizi kam daashtam, engaar peydaash kardam. .. And yesterday i went to the Bam concert with Saba and Sheida. I saw Nassim there too! good thing she died her hair all red! Farhang, Siavash, Keyvan and some other friends came too.. It'd been a while since me and Farhang went to the same event! too bad Sobhan didn't come.. The concert was great. I came out feeling so proud .. like i've never felt in a while.. I felt almost as if I was performing myself. Seeing some of the best artists of my land, and being in a hall surrounded by so many persians brought me memories from days back in Iran. Though, it makes you both happy and sad at the same time.. happy to see all the talent, lively spirits and the amazing connection and bound that brought each one of us to gather at the same place. And sad to see how so many of the greatest artists have left Iran. I didn't even know Ms. Sarkisian was in Canada. She's surely one of the best pianists and piano teachers in Iran. She has already taught a generation. But those enthusiastic souls in Iran are much more in need of good teachers, than let's say Toronto.. but then again, what are we doing here? hope to see everyone back there together some time, some time soon. posted by Farzaneh | 10:27 p.m. yeahh, i finally remembered my login password! posted by Farzaneh | 9:23 a.m. | | | | | | |
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