The Lover

My Iranian best friend called today to share the news that he finally was reunited with his ( دوست داشتن ) - ' dost dashtun' . I know he will be reading this blog so Dhafer, this post is dedicated to you and E.....

I remember all the times we spent in high school, then later over capuccinos or talking on the phone and emailing back and forth ;) that was crazy man - at last you got your wish...Here is a toast to a bright future.

با همديگر
تا ابد ....

You know what I want to say right ? we go a looooooooooooooooooong way. Hope I did not botch up the Parsi but I'm really doing my best.

The Lover by Iranian poet Baharak Sedigh ( English translation of course ..it is much more beautiful when you hear it in Parsi )

The true lover has everything to lose.
So, he fears nothing.Without acceptance, relationships become work.
As religion without faith is just an obligation.
Success without passion remains empty.
As love without trust -- just a restriction.
A life lived without love --
A life lived without love is just noise and commotion.
And we're capable of so much more .................................

* Dear readers, enjoy the break, I'll resume with the serious stuff in a few days time (I hope)....there is something I need to take care of.