Archive for Patience
July 18, 2010 at 12:45 AM · Filed under Children, Family, Kindness, Life, Love, Patience, Wisdom, world ·Tagged Family, Iranian, Iranian Children, Iranians, Life, Love, Persian, Persians, Time
Kids spell love T-I-M-E.
There are two lasting bequests we can give our children. One is roots. The other is wings.
My Nephew
Our children need our presence more than our presents!
My Nephew
We Shouldn’t worry that children never listen to us; we should worry that they are always watching us!
There is only one pretty child in the world, and every mother has it!
My Nephew
If there is anything that we wish to change in the child, we should first examine it and see whether it is not something that could better be changed in ourselves.
My Nephew
It’s not only children who grow. Parents do too. As much as we watch to see what our children do with their lives, they are watching us to see what we do with ours. I can’t tell my children to reach for the sun. All I can do is reach for it, myself.
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March 18, 2010 at 7:55 AM · Filed under Dad, Father, Happiness, History, Iran, Life, Patience, Peace, Poetry, Sorrow, Time ·Tagged Dad, Dream, Father, Healer, Iran-Iraq War, Martyr, No War, Pain, Peace, Sacrifice, Sorrow, Time, War
There is nothing more deceptive than a smile. And no one knows this better than the people who hide behind them. Some flash their teeth as a polite warning to their enemies. Some put on beaming faces to keep their tears from falling. Others wear silly grins to mask their fear. But then, there is that rare smile that is actually genuine, it’s the smile of a person who knows his troubles will soon, be over.
When my father was in so much pain, I sat there next to him, holding his hands and kept smiling hiding my tears and fear, to help him forget his pain I read his favourite books Hafez, history of Iran, and books about people like Sattar Khan, Bagher Khan, Amir Kabir, Mosadegh and many other patriots. I was just 8.
I had a dream last night. He was alive and wanted to hug me, I smiled to keep my tears from falling. I told him I’ve missed you so much. Where have you been for so many years? You can come and see me, but how about me? What do I do, when I need you and miss you? Everyday I waited, watching for you to walk through the door. After many years I accepted, you would never return home.
I stopped smiling, and said I can’t pretend and smile, come back home … … … I felt a terrible burn in my heart and that woke me up
Time is not a healer and the pain of losing someone does not end and gets deeper and deeper.
Time is not a healer and the pain of losing someone does not end and gets deeper and deeper.
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January 5, 2010 at 6:52 AM · Filed under Happiness, Imam Ali, Misfortune, Patience, Sorrow, Tragedy ·Tagged Calamity, Catastrophe, Disaster, Happiness, Imam Ali, Misfortune, Patience, Sorrow, Tragedy
Imam Ali
Even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it.
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