Les Moments Musicaux
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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. | |
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