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Friday, October 06, 2006

Smile

It is cold outside. I am sitting on the stairs, holding a cup of tea in my hands, this is my break out of office. I look at the river. The sailing boats are still, all in a row. Sipping over my paper cup of tea, I whisper an old Iranian song to myself, for a change. It the first Friday evening of October. It is exactly one year an one month and eleven days that I am living in the US of confusion. My face must be telling it all; since a stranger, a wanderer approaches me. He must be in his mid-fifties, his clothes are worn out, his shoe laces are following him from a distance. He could be drunk, or else, he might come and ask if I have a cigarette. I look the other way, at the river again. He is close now, when he points to me and says: "How about a smile?". I look at him, and Smile comes and sits on my face, on my lips, without any effort. "Don't you feel better now?" He says. His witty way of looking at me makes me nod: Yes. "See? I had to come and tell you what to do to feel better!". He then walks away, and I am still smiling. He was right. He had to come and tell me what to do to feel better. I do feel better. I think to myself perhaps I should keep smiling when the cascade of thoughts invade my mind. He is gone, his smile though is still sitting on my face. I should go back to my office. It is cold, but it feels warmer when you have a wide smile on your face...

7 Comments:

At 8:26 AM, Blogger Gazelle said...

Nice idea! You made also a smile on me. Orkideh, your writings are wonderful!

 
At 9:41 PM, Anonymous narges said...

I am Narges,
I know you from "yad bad ..."blogfa,
I like your writings, and this one specially made me smile,although usually I feel nostalgic as you wrote them .

 
At 7:50 AM, Blogger rockeee said...

your writings are beautiful.keep on writing.One of my blogs is http://sunsilkgangofgirls.blogspot.com

 
At 3:48 PM, Blogger amir said...

you are inspiring (in case you didn't know it) -- your poem 'bas kon ay zamin' on iranian.com last year moved me greatly, as has my occasional reading of your blogs... keep your chin up and keep on doing whatever it is you're doing... it IS working!!!! :)

 
At 5:05 PM, Blogger X said...

I don`t know, I mean the persone, who has written and writes on the pages, I feel only, That is the only thing, then I ask myself what is the difference between the persone who has written more and the same who lives in other place now. then i tell my self, is this important?, I didn`t know the persone and i don`t know and maybe won`t never..., the feeling, is nothing, nothing in this life, only a jok
Alireza Bonn

 
At 6:30 PM, Blogger Zuzanna said...

Orkideh darling, it was so good to see you tonight. Was inspired to look up your blog baad az moddatha. And you know, I once had a very similar experience... I was riding a tram in Warsaw worrying about whether or not I was going to get some visa or other. I must've looked very worried because a homeless/drunk/otherwise dishevelled old man came up to me and said, "Smile! It's really not so bad!" And he was right. I felt better immediately... and I did get the visa...

 
At 10:42 AM, Blogger firstcomet said...

I thought you might enjoy this:

The Daylily Lullaby:


Sitting by the Charles; sailors heading towards the bay
The bells are ringing, and the sun is drifting away!

I wish everyday was a sunny day,
Every tree was a fruit tree,
Every seed an elixir; panacea of all ailments.

Then I wish I was a Daylily born in a sunny day,
Woken up by the gentle hands of the sun,
Boozed by the most limpid dews before the sun was up.

My day, my only day, is the pollination day;
Dispersing love freely, unknowingly, unceasingly!

But then the bells start to ring again:
Not just once, but twice, thrice, many times
And the nightingales begin to sing their favorite song:
The Daylily Lullaby!

 

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