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June 27, 2006
The true meaning of LOVE
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.
Posted by sara at June 27, 2006 8:55 PM
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Dear Sara
Your wonderful emotional words conveyed her as she is . God bless her and you
Posted by: Vahideh at June 27, 2006 10:08 PM
Wow! Somebody wrote after all! Beautiful sincere words! May she have long life, good health and more happiness (in its widest sense)!
Posted by: Daryoush at June 27, 2006 10:41 PM
Yes Dear Sara. She is a picture of Heaven.
She started to tell me the stories from Shaah,naame & Masnavi & Golestaan & ... Other Persian masterpeices that chose from the magazines 48 Years ago. 48 YEARS AGO in a very traditional & Misrable(!)city of Iran , when I was just 4 years old.
She was the ONE who showed me how to like & love
people(& continue reading during all of my life.)
''...Pas,HASTIe man ze hastie oo,st/Taa hastam-o Hast, daramash doost.''(Iraj Mirzaa)
Thank You SaraaKhaatoon, Thank You.I hope one day Your daughter in law writes something like -or better than - this for You, Enshaa,allaah.
S A Sam
Posted by: Seyed Ahmad Sam at June 28, 2006 9:53 PM
Salaam
I havent picked anything from anyone sofar, but I am quite happy to pick her passport to keep her here for good, her presence here is an especial opportunity for all of us, she is the essence of life and love.
Whenever I remember how professional she made those crispy tasty pastries despite not having her own kitchenware here and also the simple elegant way she dresses, I admire her for all her features.
It is now more obvious to me that how she could have brought up an especial son like grand S.A.
Thanks for writing this entry and making this opportunity for everyone to express their emotions sincerely.
BW Hooman
Posted by: Hooman at June 29, 2006 10:15 PM