By Syma Sayyah, Tehran
There was a gentle breeze early this morning and I could hear the shuffle of the leaves of the willow tree outside the window. By mid morning it got hot, and by it was in mid 30s (C). I was all in black as I was about to go out to attend a 'khatm' (a memorial service) of a young colleague. When I got back, I had to call a friend who had lost his wife in another accident. My mum is going to have an operation, and I myself have been greatly under the weather in recent days. Many relations have run their course, and many articles that one reads give news of dooms days' scenario.
Yet, despite all this bad happenings, I could still see the sunshine, hear the birds, stop when I was tired, speak when I had something to say instead of ignoring it or swallowing it up and let it be built into some sort of cancer. I managed to say what I had to say calmly and kindly, and hopefully effectively. In a course of one conversation, I remembered some happy childhood memories. Believe me when I say this was not normal. I owe it some, for sure, to herbal drops of Dr. Bach that I obtained last year. I have started to take them again as the medicine that my doctor had prescribed for me, was making me feel ill in so many other ways, even if they were helping to monitor my heart. The rest, I must put to two things; one having a friend or someone dear nearby to care for and be cared by. For the time being and for as long as it can last I want to be positive and see the bright lights (borrowing from Janis Ian)
At a meeting this week, I heard that at the First National Youth Organizations Congress, which was attended by several important dignitaries including the president, the participants managed to get into fistfights and breaking of windows on the second day. This followed their very undemocratic behavior on the first day when they kept interrupting others or talking before it was their turn. I was simply so happy not to have been there. I wonder why such things happen; could this be helped?
It seems to me that all of this, however unsuitable, or early or late it might be, will in the end bear fruit. It is only through practice that we might learn to improve ourselves and our system for the nation as a whole. It all has to do with education in a broad sense. Those of us who know better, it is simply because we have learnt it; we had chances that many did not have. These are the things one picks up as he or she grows up. It is like the language that one learns, and if one learns it incorrectly it is ten times more difficult to learn it correctly later. We have to be kind and patient with and towards ourselves and hope that goodness, kindness and better of all things will prevail. In order to stay calm and say no to losing hope, we must see events and happenings in historical perspective. This for sure can not be easy. Our time will come again, although we may have to wait a little longer for it!
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