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From Berkeley: Isfahan

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I ache with the pain of your women. I dread with the fear of your girls. I cry with the burning sensation in my eyes. Only tears of devastation, not the acid. The dreamland of my childhood. The envy of the other half of the world. The utopia of clean and simple life. The city of blue mosaics and endless light in its waters. Isfahan, My Isfahan,. Keep your children safe. Remain the treasure chest of Iran. And the priceless heritage of humanity. October 22, 2014. October 23, 2014 at 1:50 AM.

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From Berkeley: October 2014

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I ache with the pain of your women. I dread with the fear of your girls. I cry with the burning sensation in my eyes. Only tears of devastation, not the acid. The dreamland of my childhood. The envy of the other half of the world. The utopia of clean and simple life. The city of blue mosaics and endless light in its waters. Isfahan, My Isfahan,. Keep your children safe. Remain the treasure chest of Iran. And the priceless heritage of humanity. October 22, 2014. The Friday Afternoon Discovery. Places I Go...

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From Berkeley: September 2014

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از روزی که یادم میاد، همیشه پدر و مادرم بهم میگفتن "تو خوش قدم بودی." خوش قدم بودن خیلی جایگاه ارزنده ای در خانواده بود! اولا که همیشه یه قصۀ خوب مثبتی دوروبر این "خوش قدم" بودن گفته میشد که خیلی خوشمزه بود، چون تو در واقع برای این نقش خوب و مثبت هیچ زحمتی نکشیده بودی، الا این که "قدم" که چه عرض کنم، با کله وارد یک معرکه‌ای شده بودی! هیشکی دیگه رو نمیخواستن اول ببینن! بعدش هم این که روز اول نوروز این من بودم که اول از همه بعد از تحویل سال باید از در میامدم تو! خوب دیگه، من "خوش قدمه" بودم دیگه! البته این...

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From Berkeley: Joy on a hilltop

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Joy on a hilltop. As the degenerative disease claimed more and more of my mother's abilities and health, I, along with my father and my sisters, learned to throw parties on my mother's behalf, cook huge meals, and entertain, all so that my mother would not miss her happy and bustling household in which frequent parties were held. I think we did quite well. We finally made it to the bottom of the hill in one piece, totally euphoric. In response to an invitation to write. About caring for elderly parents.

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From Berkeley: We were singing, "bye-bye, Miss American Pie."

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We were singing, "bye-bye, Miss American Pie.". Tonight I was struggling with a piece of unpleasant work, something that just wouldn't end no matter how hard I tried to finish it! Life is good tonight. I am a fortunate woman with great memories in my past and absolutely precious treasures in the side room, behind the closed door. A long, long time ago. I can still remember. How that music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance. That I could make those people dance. این فید شما آپدیت نمیشه&#...

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From Berkeley: May 2011

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Joy on a hilltop. As the degenerative disease claimed more and more of my mother's abilities and health, I, along with my father and my sisters, learned to throw parties on my mother's behalf, cook huge meals, and entertain, all so that my mother would not miss her happy and bustling household in which frequent parties were held. I think we did quite well. We finally made it to the bottom of the hill in one piece, totally euphoric. In response to an invitation to write. About caring for elderly parents.

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From Berkeley: March 2010

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This is my friend Parisa Vaaleh. On very short notice, she performed at an International Women's Day rally in San Jose this past Sunday. She has many beautiful songs in her two albums, but chose to sing Ostaad Shajarian's Iran, Ey Saraay-e Omid. For the occasion. She has a lovely voice and an absolutely beautiful soul. She is one of my best friends in the world, full of compassion, kindness, and generosity. This clip is an amateur video and she will probably get mad at me for posting it here!

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From Berkeley: The Friday Afternoon Discovery

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The Friday Afternoon Discovery. He was sitting next to me at the dining table. I was working, completely focused on what I was doing, and making sure that I didn't take my eyes off the monitor, no matter what I could see in my peripheral vision, and no matter who called on me. I had a deadline to meet, and I was not going to let this slip. I am overwhelmed with indescribable feelings of joy, reflection, and anticipation. My child has gray hair. October 12, 2014 at 1:28 PM. Thank you dear sweet Pardis!

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From Berkeley: May 2015

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From Berkeley: July 2010

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In the company of friends- a reading of “Copenhagen”. I’ll have to warn you- this may look like I am showing off! I promise I can’t help it this time! This Saturday, July 10, 2010, I am going to a very special event. Three of my friends are reading Copenhagen. A play by Michael Frayn, translated into Farsi by another friend of mine! What’s more, the venue for the event is Central Stage, which is managed by another one of my friends! There is something really special in store. Director Hamid Ehya. Twenty ...