دوستی با بعضی آدم ها

دوستی با بعضی آدم ها مثل نوشيدن چای کيسه‌ايست. هول هولکی و دم دستی. اين دوستی‌ها برای رفع تکليف خوبند. اما خستگی‌ات را رفع نمی‌کنند. اين چای خوردن‌ها دل آدم را باز نمی‌کند. خاطره نمی‌شود. فقط از سر اجبار می‌خوريشان که چای خورده باشی به بعدش هم فکر نمی‌کنی.

دوستی با بعضی آدمها مثل خوردن چای خارجی است. پر از رنگ و بو. اين دوستی‌ها جان می‌دهد برای مهمان‌بازی برای تعريف کردن لطيفه‌های خنده‌دار. برای فرستادن اس ام اس‌های صد تا يک غاز. برای خاطره‌های دمِ دستی. اولش هم حس خوبی به تو می‌دهند. اين چای زود دم خارجی را می‌ريزی در فنجان بزرگ. می‌نشينی با شکلات فندقی می‌خوری و فکر می‌کنی خوشحال‌ترين آدم روی زمينی. فقط نمی‌دانی چرا باقی چای که مانده در فنجان بعد از يکی دو ساعت می‌شود رنگ قير. يک مايع سياه و بد بو که چنان به ديواره فنجان رنگ می‌دهد که انگار در آن مرکب چين ريخته بودی نه چای.

 

دوستی با بعضی آدم‌ها مثل نوشيدن چای سرگل لاهيجان است. بايد نرم دم بکشد. بايد انتظارش را بکشی. بايد برای عطر و رنگش منتظر بمانی. بايد صبر کنی. آرام باشی و مقدماتش را فراهم کنی. بايد آن را بريزی در يک استکان کوچک کمر باريک. خوب نگاهش کنی. عطر ملايمش را احساس کنی و آهسته، جرعه جرعه بنوشی‌اش و زندگی کنی........

زیباترین قسم

نه تو می مانی و نه اندوه

و نه هیچیک از مردم این آبادی...

به حباب نگران لب یک رود قسم،

و به کوتاهی آن لحظه شادی که گذشت،

غصه هم می گذرد،

آنچنانی که فقط خاطره ای خواهد ماند...

 لحظه ها عریانند.

به تن لحظه خود، جامه اندوه مپوشان 

 هرگز.

 سهراب

Be my everyting

Dear God,

Tomorrow is thanksgiving. As I sit here and reflect back, I lose count of the things you have blessed me with. And I just want you to know that I am so thankful.
It wasn't all fun you know... There were some bumpy roads.  A lot of them at times. There were times were I lost track. I lost track of everything. I didnt know where to turn, and you where nowhere to be found. Didn't really know which direction I'm going anymore. But you carried me home, as you always do.

God, Thank you for bringing Baubak to my life who I love so dearly. Thank you for my family who are truly one of a kind. Thank you for every single one of my friends who have been there for me through thick and thin, and I really don't know what I would have done without them. and ofcourse thank you for Chester who is truly the joy of my life :)

I pray that you never allow us to take your blessings for granted. I pray that you make us believe in your power, that at the end of the day, everything is going to be ok! and I pray that you never let us lose our bond with you, and never feel disconnected. God, I ask you to be my everything. to be my hope, be my strengths, be my voice when I cant talk and my feet when I cant walk. Jesus, be my everything...Happy thanksgiving!

He is jelous for me

According to God, we are here to love. Nothing much really matters. So, God asses our lives based on how we love. But the word love, is so overrated and worn out. what does God mean by love?

well, he tells us.


" Love is Patient and kind; Love does not envy or boast; It is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; It is not irritable or resentful; It does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believe all things, hope all things, endures all things. Love never ends....
faith, hope, and love abides, these three; but the greatest of these is love"  (1 Corinthians 13:4-8,13)  

Crazy love by Francis Chan







This is the true meaning of what love suppose to be; How pure and transparent! This is how he loves us, believe it or not (which is so hard to believe most of the time). But the question is, can we love him back the same way? Or can we love one another the way he loves us. After all, we are all born with it. we are all capable of doing so. It is in us, or he would have never expected it from us. I Wonder.


God is love, keep him close!

من دلم مي‌خواهد

خانه‌اي داشته باشم پر دوست

کنج هر ديوارش

دوست‌هايم بنشينند آرام

گل بگو گل بشنو...؛

 

هر کسي مي‌خواهد

وارد خانه پر عشق و صفايم گردد

يک سبد بوي گل سرخ

به من هديه کند

 

شرط وارد گشتن

شست و شوي دل‌هاست

شرط آن داشتن

   يک دل بي رنگ و رياست...

 

بر درش برگ گلي مي‌کوبم

روي آن با قلم سبز بهار

مي‌نويسم  اي يار

خانه‌ي ما اينجاست

 

تا که سهراب نپرسد ديگر

" خانه دوست کجاست ؟ "

 

Broken Hallelujah

bunch of drivers in this world..
 with a big GPS looking over us operated from upstairs...
 I cant imagine how frustrating it might be to try to show the right way. but he never says anything. never complains. He is patient. but we choose to twist. We choose to turn. I don't want to be a cold...broken...hallelujah

So help me God.

happiest moment of life

..."in fact, no one recognizes the happiest moment in their lives as they are living it. It may well be that, in a moment of joy, one might sincerely believe that they are living that golden instant "now", even having lived such a moment before, but whatever they say, in one part of their hearts, they still believe in the certainty of a happier moment to come." (The museum of innocent, Orhan Pamuk)

As I am sitting here, reading page by page,I understand how true this can be. We all wait for that "special" moment, "special" person, "special" place...yet,I've always asked myself; Is this a certain feeling that has been engraved in our hearts and brains, that when we feel it, we know it is the one.. this is the moment.
As we sit, and wait for it, hours and days, passes before our eyes.

...or could it simply be like this?

December 2010, free of work, enjoying a cup of tea at home. it was cold as it could be. I was deep in thoughts, as I always am, when a knock on the door, broke it apart. and there he was standing at the door, with a big smile.
"come, come, come in...is it raining outside? you are all wet."
"oh its snowing, and freezing, look out the window"
And there it was. It was coming down, so purely, and beautifully. Our apartment was warm and cozy, and there was no place in the world I would rather be. Tea was boiling, food preparing; the room was full of love, full of joy.

we took a walk to the grocery store, as the snow kept falling down. Holding hands, singing of joy, happiness, and God, I felt as that was the happiest moment of my life!
careless of the world as we were walking back home, I reminded myself, happiness is not expensive, cheap, or out of reach. It is within me. It is "Now".

God is Love, Keep him close,
Good night.