We are coming to the end of the Iranian year 1384, and at such times, one takes a look back and wonders what the year was like. For many if not most of us, it has been hard one, yet as life plays on there are always a few sparkles of good and positive events to help us carry on. This becomes more important as we get older and life becomes harder and more serious.
Throughout the year we have been shocked several times in many different fronts. I personally tried so hard to stay positive, but it seems that events have proved me wrong. When I saw and read what happened to my sisters in Tehran on the celebration of International Women's Day on 8th March my heart broke with sadness. I was not there to join them and to stand with them, to show my admiration for their courage and efforts despite it all. Our great Lioness of Iran, Simian Behbahani aziz, always present to speak out her mind and support her fellow women in our struggle, who was hurt on that day reminded me of the last line in a short poem by the Iranian poet Mr Shafie-Katkanie which says
Agar mardie biya inja va zan bash - if you are a man, come here and dare to be a woman!
Yet despite all this I am hopeful and optimistic, I know that without pain there is no gain and for sure this time Iranian women will succeed in getting their demands for true and real equality, not only on paper but also by changing the social code and customs as well as the laws on the statute book. They will get there even if it takes a long time.
But I want to share a short story with you. Almost 35 years ago Syma and Paul met at university in England and were very good friends. After finishing university, they stayed in touch via mail and met once a couple of years later. Syma returned to Iran. They lost touch around the time of the Revolution. Many years later, Paul googles Syma and finds her name as a member of the board of a literary foundation in Tehran (The Golshiri Foundation) and emails her. At the time, she was living in Tehran and just then was caring for her ailing mother who was in hospital. This is when the famous e-mail arrived to which she replied, Yes I am the same Syma!!
They met again six months later, after almost thirty years apart and all the affection, trust and friendship from all those years ago came back to life and led to a deep and wonderful love and a greater friendship. Their reunion was a happy one and destined to be joyful. He had been married before and had a daughter, worked as an IT consultant and travelled extensively. She was a very hard headed businesswoman, who had been raised by her ultra feminist grandmother and modern mother. She had never married and worked hard and fought the battles in a workplace of her home country obvious for such a woman. She travelled to many places across the world for business and pleasure. Nobody, including members of her family, would consider her easy to get along with, although she was very friendly and sociable. She had given up finding love and had accepted that the rest of her time would be less exciting as she had left the so called rat-race and was involved with social work and writing for Payvand which gave her great joy, especially when she got responses from her readers.
Last week, after knowing each other for nearly 35 years (with a gap of 32 years), Paul (54) and Syma (53) were married in England. Their modest ceremony at the registry office in Oxford was made beautifully warm, intoxicatingly memorable and very happy not only by the presence of family members, many cards, emails and telephone calls from all over the world but also by the school and lifelong friends who flew in to be with them on their special day - not only from the UK but from Australia, Canada, the East and West Coasts of the USA, Denmark, and of course Iran. The bride and groom had never felt so loved and happy in their whole entire lives.
If this can happen to Syma and Paul after all the ups and downs they have had in their lives and after all this time, then anything can happen!
I take this opportunity to wish you all a very happy Norouz and a great, easy, and joyful 1385 and once again thank the Payvand readers and my editor who have made my life more meaningful. I thank also my friends, whose love and affection made me realise once again that the only important thing in life is, and will remain people, especially those that we love and care for. It is vital to let them know, at every opportunity, that we do so. May the forces be with us all, both as individuals and as a nation.
I send you my wedding bouquet and hope that it reaches each of you and that all of you will find what you are looking for and find the happiness and peace that I have!
Ayed Shoma Mobarak
... Payvand News - 3/20/06 ... --