bargeboo: here is "banafshe" again, our friend from rasht/gilan.her pride in her homeland and her love for iran is particularly evident in this post.
you may hear many criticisms, many harsh words about the state of ruins that iran is in these days, but every sigh and every wishful thought, is only because of the intense love that i dare say each and every Iranian feels towards his/her land. you ask why we always have an undertone of sadness when we talk about iran? its because we just care bloody too much.
<< Source : banafshee.blogspot.com >> By: banafshe baran, Aug. 04, 2003 on route to gilan (a northern province of iran, by the caspian sea), after taking the national university exam
and then after you reach rasht (city in north of iran) with the sweetest of fatigues, and you murmur this song to yourself:
how beautiful is gilan how beautiful is gilan how beautiful is gilan … …
you wake up one morning at 6 am, in the middle of july; stare out into kilometres of roads, at greens of greenery and brightness of mountains and canyons; when you run barefoot between stone paths and rivers and splash your friends with cold water; when for hours you hide between the hill sides and mountain paths so that you can reach the highest cabins; when you shiver with the chill of the july afternoon and greedily eat hot grilled kabab from skewers; when you sing as you climb down the hill, under the star-filledsummer night; and when you don’t feel like saying goodbye to your nice and caring friends…
