A number of you have commented on the music I have put on this site and wanted information about it. This piece of music was recorded in
Don’t despair, as they are hopefully planning to record a new album in the summer which should have this track in it.
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It is the twelfth of April 2007. Exactly one year to the day I awaited your arrival in anticipation. I cannot believe how fast the days have passed and how much you have grown up. Today we celebrate your life and the anniversary of your presence. Happy birthday Hazelnut!
As our time here comes to an end I want to spend every minute awake. It’s different this time. The hatred, the envy the negativity the disputes, the dislike, the disgust, the detestation has all been replaced with one thing. This is something indescribable and too immense to write about. It has taken over. It is spreading and drowning the sorrows. It is engulfing the hate and making everything in its path pure. Its light is stronger than the rays of the sun. it has been shared and yet do they feel it like I do. Do they see the difference it has made? They ask questions but they do not know. They will never know the truth. They can’t comprehend the sheer size and magnitude. I know the few who know. I know because they DON’T ask. They just know.
“Love came and set the world on fire”
Ok, so I’ve just managed to put the little one to sleep again and I don’t have much time so I’ll make my contributions to this game of shab-e Yalda quick. I have been told to write 5 things about myself which not many people know about:
- My biggest ambition in life is to do a bungee jump and to parachute off a plane.
- I like marmite and hate chelokabab!
- I am fluent in Avagav (a language invented by school girls)
- I always wanted to be an archeologist
- I am addicted to baby gap
By the way, he is now fully awake!!!!!!
I have been thinking about the day we moved here and how uncertain I felt about living somewhere new. It seems like yesterday that we went for that long walk along the canal on our first evening in oxford. We passed beautifully decorated canal boats and people making there way home on their bicycles. We new no one in this magnificent city and our loved ones were left behind. We were excited about being here and nervous about what the next two years of our lives held in store for us. We ended up in the city centre by which time darkness filled the warm summer night. Almost two years have passed since then. We got to know and love
I will miss this wonderful city in which I have so many memories. I will miss seeing the students dressed in their examination outfits some smiling, some looking somewhat unhappy about the outcome of their exam. I will miss my friendly patients and the kind people I worked with. I will miss the colleges and historic buildings which gave this city such character and dignity. I will miss our long trips to and from
Now I know that wherever I go it is I who could make that place work for me. It is I who can make my life enjoyable or detestable. So from now on I vow not to be afraid of ‘NEW’.
He is on lone tonight. It’s the strangest feeling. I know he is in the room next door safe and sound asleep, but I miss him so much. As I lay awake, I remember the first night we spent together. He lay in a small crib beside my bed in that dark ward. Everyone else was fast asleep including him, and I felt tired and anxious. What if I couldn’t fulfil this role? What if I couldn’t understand his needs and interpret his cries? I didn’t sleep at all that night.
When I look in to those dark eyes I see innocence. When he smiles at me it fills me with joy. I drop everything and run to his pleading cries for a feed. It melts my heart to see tears circulate in his eyes.
He needs me…. but I think tonight I need HIM more.
For the past few days we have had a very dear guest at our home. She
is a very special lady and with every passing minute that I spend with her I learn something new. She has taught me about love, devotion, patience and selflessness.
She is like the water that flows in a stream,
the early spring blossoms on a tree,
and has the scent of early morning breeze.
She speaks of her grandchildren with tears of love in her eyes. I can see she misses them. She speaks of the past, the present, the future. And every time she speaks I gaze into her eyes and try to picture her words. She tells me of her youth, when she was a girl and when she married. She tells me about life and its ups and downs and 18 years of solitude. Her soul is free and her heart is pure.
She is the true meaning of LOVE.
Today is the twelfth of April 2006. It is 6.55am and the silence around me has provoked me to write once again. Today I enter a new phase in my life. One that many women around the world have faced. It brings new responsibilities, duties and it’s a time to put the need of another before my own. I have been getting myself ready for this day. But I think its something instinctive. The silence will be broken tonight. I will be handed a gift, a precious parcel to look after and nurture. This will be a new and exciting challenge for me and I pray that I can fulfil this challenge to the best of my ability.
My favourite time of the year, Norouz, has finally knocked on our door. Although spring has not yet arrived in Oxford and the trees remain bare, Sayeh ensemble have brought spring blossoms to our home. As they practice for their upcoming concert and fill our home with heavenly music, they remind me of the beauty of this magical season.
Sayeh Ensemble Spring Concert Friday 31st March 2006
Kamancheh: Sina Jahan-Abadi Setar: Amir Hossein Sam
Tonbak: Amir Ali Sam Vocals: Ashkan Kamangari
Venue: SOAS London (Brunei Gallery), Mallet St., London WC1H 0XG
Tickets: 07811 21 64 67
I too found the astonishing cartoons of the prophet Mohammad published in the Danish newspaper insulting and completely unacceptable. For them to publish and make fun of the prophet was uncalled for. I was also pleased when I heard that, for perhaps the first time, Muslims of the world united and condemned this and demanded an apology. These are the same Muslims who argue over the commencement of Ramadan! Very soon after this an apology was made by the Danish newspaper. Should that have ended the dilemma???
Let’s get something straight. The cartoon WRONGLY illustrated that Muslims are followers of a PROPHET who encourages terrorism. This is total baloney! However, surely by behaving the way some of our Muslim brothers and sisters are behaving in the world we are in fact illustrating that we do have a violent and destructive streak. We are in essence showing the world that if you say a bad word about us we will retaliate with violence!
In a formal statement, Inayat Bunglawala, spokesman for the Muslim Council of Britain umbrella group said "The placards that were on display were quite disgraceful and in our opinion seemed to constitute a clear incitement to violence, even murder.”