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March 05, 2004

On being an Iranian in North America
Sarah Kamal  [info|posts]

frontal.jpgI've worked on understanding what I am for a long time. My Mom's Chinese, my Dad's Iranian, I'm a Canadian citizen, and I study in the US. All of these pieces are important, but I'm finding that more than these pieces in isolation, in today's political and social climate, it's their combinations that really determine my sense of self. And of course, with fear of Islamic and perhaps in particular Shi'a fundamentalism on the rise in the West, I am most conscious at the moment of being a composite of pieces that connect a historically bitter divide—of being an Iranian in North America.

I was born a few years before the Iranian revolution. I lived on a farm in Kashan before completing grades 3 and 4 in Tehran. Then my family left Iran in 1985 for England before finally settling in Canada when I was 10 years old. My Chinese-Iranian duality had been intense enough in Iran and Hong Kong, but it was only on reaching North America that I really became conscious of an identity tug of war.

I struggled a lot with my Iranian side as a teenager—the spectre in the eyes of other people was, or I perceived it to be, of Iranians as dark, dirty, smelly, sweaty hostage-takers. I was ambivalent over my Iranian-ness with friends and strangers: half-defiantly proud, and half sweeping it under the rug. For me, on seeing the reactions of friends coming to my house, the unwritten rule became clear: my mother, being Chinese, was socially acceptable. My Iranian father was not.

I knew somewhere deep inside that this was ridiculous. As a 9-year-old in England, I was put in a class of 12-year-olds because my Iranian elementary schooling had been so strong. My Iranian extended family would gather at my grandmother's house every Friday for heated debate on politics and the economy in a way that I have yet to see replicated in other households. So I knew that there was another reality to Iranian society that was more complicated than the ominous fanaticism implicit in media portrayals of chadori women and slogan-chanting masses of humanity in the streets.

But I didn't know how to articulate my inner frustration and doubts. I was young, and questioned my powers of perception—surely I must be wrong if all the objective, respectable, professional media outlets were saying something else. And as I grew aware that part of my background was utterly uncool, I felt shame when yet another negative portrayal of Middle Easterners hit the screens. While I knew this wasn't what Iran was all about, I couldn't actually prove it. And in many ways, I became racist against myself.

Of course now, as a media scholar, I'm finding my childhood experiences to be very interesting fodder for investigation into diaspora identity, cultural dualities, and constructed social worlds. While I don't like to generalize, I honestly feel that it's sad that the cultural wealth of the US is funnelled through such a culturally poor mainstream media. Other than Lucy Liu and Jackie Chan more recently, I can't think of any Chinese actors, singers, or pop icons. With all the talent and beauty streaming out of Bombay, I'd have thought that US popculture would have had at least one big name from India. And of course, while Middle Easterners are good enough as occasional goofy sidekicks or villains, I can't think of any who are household names in their own right.

I'd really like to understand the differences between people who are represented and those who are not in the main cultural flows of their environment. For me, the sense of being invisible in mainstream media has left me with a constant sense of being an outsider. I am looking in onto the ideal world - I am an interloper, the swarthy fringe friend on the outskirts of the circle of acceptance. Don't get me wrong—I've had a very healthy social life. I just mean that somewhere somehow subconsciously, I've learned that I don't exactly fit.

None of this is new, of course, and certainly a large part of the greater diversity of skin colours in media flows is testament to the courage of the civil rights movement and other grassroots mobilizations. I guess I just wish that by now this fight would have been over, and more of us would be represented in the social world that is reflected into all of our eyes.

I also wish that my reality was part of public discourse. You see, the bombed ruins of Bam aren't my experience of Iran. Destitute, wailing victims and nuclear facilities aren't my reality either. They make great front page news, but don't get anywhere close to what I know as Iran. My truth is that smell just after it rains in Tehran, the comfort of mountains always to the north, the stepped walls and the sound of rushing water from the canals lining steeply sloping streets.

My truth is warm liquid dark eyes and truly good people. That's what I breathed in and enjoyed when I finally went back to Iran after 14 years away. And that's what I wish would replace the 20-year-old highly unrepresentative media pushbutton of the Iranian bogeyman.

Now that I've had the chance to grow up, to revisit, and to choose, I've become a lot stronger in my sense of who I am and where I belong. I've come to terms with my ambivalent dualities: the pieces that conform, the pieces that don't. Personally, I like my many-sided identity. I keep the parts I like from each culture, and discard the rest. Easy.

The problem emerges in that my (for lack of a better term) "personal culture" has become so individualized, that it's hard to find my pack, my tribe. Who on earth is going to have patience for my bizarre mishmash of Iranian-Canadian-Chinese cultural moodinesses, superstitions, prejudices, and assumptions? I often hear this concern from people who have moved to countries very different from their own. Marriage prospects are difficult, they say, because people at home will never truly understand, and neither will people in the new country. So they could only find longterm compatibility with multi-nationals like them - with other people who straddle intensely different cultures and understand the funny invisibility and special several-realitied-understanding of never truly fitting in any one culture again.

I guess that means I'm kinda stuck. The only other Iranian-Chinese-Canadians I know are my brothers and sister. And you know, they're cute, but really not that cute.

But I don't mind. Here's to multiple layers of being! It's often an uncomfortable state, but I think a very privileged one. And I am very glad to have been born into mine.

yash at March 5, 2004 01:59 PM [permalink]:

I liked this: "My truth is that smell just after it rains in Tehran" i mean, for me it's not 'my truth', but it's definitely what Tehran is about to me. I love that smell. and the wet dry maple (chenar?) leaves. also if you excuse my persian:

hamzabAni khishi o peyvandi ast / yAr bA nAmahramAn chon bandi ast
ey basA hendu o tork e hamzabAn / ey basA do tork chon bigAnegAn
az zabAn e mahrami khod digar ast / Hamdeli az HamzabAni khoshtar ast!

Seor Grd at March 5, 2004 03:07 PM [permalink]:

"hamdeli az hamzabAni khoshtar ast!"

Couldn't agree more.

Julia at March 5, 2004 04:36 PM [permalink]:

Sarah I can relate to you on the level of being another Canadian of multi-racial and multi-ethnic heritage, but unlike you I was born in Canada. I have not had as much of a struggle as you with my identity. I get openly angry at Canadians who insist on continuously asking me "where are you from?". Canada, damnit. But I can empathise with you questioning where you belong in a world where your ethnic and racial markers are perceived to be of the upmost importance.

The only countries where I have not stuck out in a crowd are not in fact my own. And walking down the street in those countries was an even more unsettling experience than I thought it would be. It can be a drag to blend in, to go unnoticed, to be considered anything other than interesting. This is especially the case when you've spent your whole life being considered an "other" by the society around you.

But Canada, or at least the part I am currently living in, has changed beyond recognition in the last 10 years. It is a virtual rainbow of colours these days. And so I fit in, because everyone fits in. But there's still some way to go, on a Canada wide level and more importantly on a global level.

Thanks for your reflections. It's interesting to read about another person like me! ;-)

Dr Hyde at March 6, 2004 12:41 PM [permalink]:

Multiple layers of being? Is that really what you're glad about? Isn't that just the beginning of a serious schizophrenic disorder?

Never had the feeling that one of these layers of being, would take over the other ones or use the other ones to its advantage?

Ever had the feeling that your life is the subject of a movie? Ever saw yourself as a character in a Dostoevski novel? Ever seen yourself dangling from a rope, while watching an action movie in theatres, while you kept your eyes shut to the movie?

When our personality is interesting to ourselves it is only natural to relate it to our upbringing, genetic material, Jung, Freud, consumerism, etc. but in the end of the day most people, despite their illusory diversity are vastly uniform. They form a mostly shapless void that is manipulated by the currents of history...

Now I am thinking which part of this comment was from the honourable Hyde or from that devil Jekyll.

hazhir at March 6, 2004 03:43 PM [permalink]:

Nice post Sarah! It feels good to hear the honest reflections of others who share similar questions.
One thing that struck me when reading your post was the realization that how much my sense of Iran might be changing as being exposed to superficial media. Eventhough I spend a good chunck of time talking with my family and reading Iranian media, now Nuclear stuff and earthquake and train crash are playing bigger roles in how I am reminded of my own country!

Seor Grd at March 7, 2004 08:08 AM [permalink]:

I finally got a chance to read this post and here's (some of) my thoughts. First, the title. I think the title is poorly chosen, because it reflects little of what is actually inside the article. First of all, the author is not, as I hope she'd agree, "Iranian". I don't know how I would answer the question "Where are you from?" in a party of strangers, had I been her: a rare hybrid of Iranian and Chinese parents. (Isn't it amazing, by the way, that humans of all different races can actually reproduce together? I don't think this is true, for example, for all animals in the cat family! Another justification for why all humans are "equal"! Actually, my friends tell me there is a Perso-Chinese student in Pasadena!) Secondly, the post does not discuss the Iranians' situation in America, as much as it discusses the author's personal identity dilemma.

In any case, various interesting points are raised. One valid question, for example, is why Indians with such movie industry have such a low profile in Hollywood. I think the answer lies, not only in Hollywood's internal politics, but also in the fact that Indian immigrants usually have other aspirations. Aspirations that tend to land them in Silicon Valley, law firms, or medical professions. Like most Iranians, Indian immigrants are money-oriented. Besides, in your aspiring to become a movie celebrity you involve yourself nothing short of a gamble with your life. A very few end up being superstars. The majority of ambitions are doomed. (Watching the hilarious movie "Old School" a while ago, I couldn't help but notice that one of the topless bimboes in the tub looked totally Iranian. I had to sit down in the theater after the movie was finished to find an Iranian name among the crew. Yep! My radar was not one bit off.)

Sarah Kamal at March 7, 2004 09:26 AM [permalink]:

Yash and Mr. Hyde:

Alright alright - the smell of rain being my "truth" and talking about multiple layers of reality was artistic license. Cut me some slack, people!

(and by the way, it's Dr. Jekyll who's the nice guy, and Mr. Hyde who's the beast, so I'm not the only one going overboard with metaphor...let's see if you can live that one down, your evilness...)


I know what you mean about getting asked where you're from. It's funny how now it's almost a rude question in Canada, and people often hedge around it with "what's your hometown" when all they want to know is ethnic background.

And while I agree that Canada still has a ways to go, I do find it quite progressive on the whole. It was a relief for my family to settle in Canada after spending a year in England - in the mid-1980's, London (or at least our experience of it) was incredibly racist (it's much more cosmopolitan now). I also appreciate Canada more and more the longer I'm in the US. There's something deeply ugly about racial divisions here.

Senor Graed:
Hey man, did you skip a few paragraphs? Or, you know, the whole essay? The title, I think, fits because

a) I talk about media in North America in most of the article and the systematic racism that emerges as a result, and presumably that is applicable to more than just me and my personal identity crises;

b) I can most definitely choose to call myself Iranian (aside from the fact that I explained why I'm choosing to call myself Iranian in, you know, the first paragraph) since "special" registration officials chose to call me Iranian (not Canadian, not Chinese) and fingerprint me. Five times.

I love being "special."

Although you're right - in a party of strangers I do give the whole "dad from Iran, mom from HK, ya they met at Utah State University" story rather than just the Iran bit. I sometimes add that I'm 1/32nd Dutch (great great great grandmother on my mother's side was a blond tulip grower) or that none of it matters anyway, because now I'm Afghani. So you do kinda have a point, but not really.

As for Indian immigrants being money-oriented, true - but Bollywood stars (remember: Bollywood is a much bigger movie-churning machine than Hollywood) have been trying to make it "big" in the US for ages now, with no luck. India has been dominating Miss World/Universe/etc pageants for years, so Indian women have been acknowledged to often be more beautiful than their Western counterparts - and yet they are not allowed into the US' entertainment industry. Hmm.

If Hollywood were more open, I'm sure there would be a change in the demographics of Indian immigrants from the Silicon Valley phenomenon you quite rightly describe.

Seor Grd at March 7, 2004 12:50 PM [permalink]:
Sarah, I congratulate you on your natural English, but I honestly liked none of the pictures chosen for your essays here! (The previous one was about a punch and the "puncher" pictured there was a guy!) Yes, I guess I did skip a bunch of paragraphs. My bad. But if you're talking about the HTFI issue (my abbreviation for "How To Fit In"), that I'm not so sure, because, well, I skipped "the whole essay", then I think Iranians who are 100% Iranian (if we overlook the invasions by Arabs and Mongols) can have a much harder time to fit in *inside* Iran than Iranian expatriates in North America. In fact, this is exactly why a lot of us here find it easier on their nerves to avoid their fellow Iranians. But allow me to explain. I have already hinted at this, and you certainly know that before the Islamic revolution, there were two types of people living in urban Iran (if we for the time being, forget about the religious minorities). MAZHABI people, that (I will call type Z) and Westernized people (or W Iranians). There's been an antagonism --sometimes suppressed and hidden, sometimes flying wild in the open-- between Z folks and W folks, ever since Iranians in great numbers learned about the West. While W people are MAZAHBI-phobic and try hard to avoid the religious prudes, the Z folks can't stand the sight of (literally) W folks, especially their women. To a naked foreign eye, the differences must be hard to discern. To them, an Iranian is simply an Iranian and must be given a unique categorization. Labels help: from "oil-rich" to "hostage-takers". But I find the W-Z polarity quite an important factor in Iran's social motor. The boundaries between W and Z are admittedly fluid. Many are the children of W families who turned to "Islam" prior to or because of revolution, and many an ancestrally Z people tried to fit in with the W fellows. [When in the aftermath of the revolution hypocrisy started to pay off, or even in many instances became a necessity of life, for example if you wanted to get in the universities, and you were supposed to be a good Muslim, by the standards of the regime (wearing a beard or veil, depending on your gender could help a lot), a new category emerged: Hezbollahis, who on the surface of it, were religious zealots who also supported the government. The word "hezbollahi" became a stigma, a FOHSH of sorts, except among the openly hezbollahis themselves. This new group added to the complexity of the Iranian society. If before the revolution you could safely be a Z who would not shake hands with strangers of the opposite sex and avoided alcohol and music and in general tried to live up to the Islamic values, or a W who though keeping a Koran on your shelf and a prayer rug and other such accessories (MOHR, MAFAATIH, etc.) in your house wouldn't mind freely mingling with the members of the opposite sex, drank alcohol every now and often, and used Western bathrooms (But note that AFTABEH is indispensable for *all* Iranians), revolution, as our luck would have it, made it harder than ever for Iranians --who did already suffer from a culture that made hypocrisy something of a norm-- to be their real selves.] My point being, if you've lived among Iranian (and not just inside your own kind of folks, but have been around "the other half" as well) you agree with me that finding yourself among the people of the other type (if you're a W, among the Z, and if you're a Z, among the W) is far more discomforting than being a Perso-Chin ["Toooo long!" editors say, "Here: click to read the whole thing!"]
natasha at March 8, 2004 01:30 AM [permalink]:

THanks so much for the post. I completely relate: my pakistani-irani-american self has certainly gone through some cultural beatings and while things may not necessarily get easier, i'm getting more comfortable with who i am. so, as you said, here's to multiple layers of being! good luck with everything.

Seor Grd at March 8, 2004 07:56 AM [permalink]:

This is not very related, but the Saint Patrick parade reminded me that in North (as well as South, I think) America, and even in the more God-less Europe, the biggest feast of the year is still a religious one. It's called CHRISTmas. :-)

Davood at March 8, 2004 06:44 PM [permalink]:


very articulate self-reflections on your life story. Feeling the pressure of media, I some times realized how my views tpwards Iran are changing. Although it may be true of most immigrants, the case for Iranian in the west, and especially in the US are shaping differently. I would like to pose a question: how can resist, or maybe change thid media pressure ?


JFTDMaster at March 9, 2004 09:12 PM [permalink]:

speaking of celebrations:
everyone knows that on saturday was the jewish holiday of Purim, right?
Its from the period when the Persian empire freed the jews from slavery on babylon. A bad vizier, Haman, was telling the king Ahashverosh, to kill all the jews. He even got the king to sing that order.
But the king recently got a new wife, who was secretly jewish (her name wasesther: read the book of esther in the bible). When she told him she's jewish and that by the plan of the vizier, Haman, she and her people would all be executed, the king got angry and had Haman executed instead of Mordechai (Esther's uncle). Then the king signed a new order, allowing the jews to organize and arm and fight against their enemies (Haman's friends). Then Esther was married with Ahashverosh, and had a son (Darius II) who rebuilt the jewish temple and all that.

AmericanWoman at March 9, 2004 09:46 PM [permalink]:

WTF are you guys talking about?
Sarah, it seems to me that you are the definitive American. Didn't you read "Goodbye Colombus," or "The Joy Luck Club," or "My name is Aram?" How about "'Tis?"
I grew up as a caucasian in a mostly asian culture. I clearly remember the first few time I was in the LA airport, how overwhelming it was to see masses and masses of White people. I felt no kinship with them at all. Actually, for the first few years here, I almost felt like I was in disguise, and whenever I saw an Asian face it was such a relief. But, the fact is, almost everyone feels that way, or their parents do.

An Iranian Student (AIS) at March 10, 2004 02:09 AM [permalink]:


The book of Esther in the Bible is most probably a secularized (it is the only book with no explicit mention of God in it)version of a Babylonian myth which was adopted by the newly freed Jews. The Babylonian story is about how the Babylonian deities of Ishtar and Marduk overcame and replaced the Sumerian deities of Vashti and Haman. (None of the characters in the book, except the King,are mentioned in any historical document of the period. Also the dates do not pass, Achashverosh, in Persian Khashayarsha and in Greek Xerxes, is the son of Darius the Great. The story in the Bible talsk of Mordechai and Esther being from among those that were led to captivity in Babylon. If so they would be like hundered or so years old or perhaps even more!) The funny thing is that the tomb of Esther and Mordechai is still in Hamedan today, where people go and pat Tzadikka (Sadaqeh). I have actually been there myself!

But what I like about the story is the way the Bible makes sure everybody knows that Haman was NOT a Persian. He is an Agagite (the enemies of the Israelites since King Saul...). Also in it, his wife tells him how dangerous it would be to accuse the Jews in Persia, which is again a hint at our close and friendly relations back then. I'm not sure , but I think in one of the books of the Apocrypha (written about the time of the Maccabees) Haman is mentioned as Haman the Greek (who were the chief enemies of the Jews by that time). I think it could be found in the Catholic Bible.
There is still a lot to be uncovered about the reasons for the overwhelmingly positive satnce of teh Persian in the Bible. (Which is a unique exception for any other group outside the chosen people) There is also a lot of hints to the mutual influence of the two cultures on each other and their respective religions, Judaism and Zoroastrianism. The connection with the building of the Temple is also extremely interesting. As is well known, the riruals and institutions of Freemasonry date back to the construction of the Temple (both the first and the second-the second is especially important in The Supreme Degree of Holy Royal Arch, which is one of the highest ranks in Masonry). It is no coincidence that the Grand Master in Mozart's 'The Magic Flute' (Die Zauber Fluete) is Sarastro (Zoroaster). Fascinating!

I also like what I read about the joyous , carnival like celebration of Purim, especially the talmudic 'command' of Drinking until drunkenness! (You know, drinking until you mix up blessing Mordechai and cursing Haman thing!)

Ron at March 10, 2004 02:51 AM [permalink]:


I discovered this site a few days ago, and I find the discussions fascinating. I can also relate to the diaspora existence identity-crisis, like Sarah. I was born in Israel to Jewish parents, though my mom is of Middle-East origin, and my father European (well for the last 2000 years anyway, before that, of course, his line was middle eastern too, but i won't get into that here). But my family left for Canada when I was a baby, and ten years later for the U.S. and I grew up, like Sarah says, feeling I didn't exactly fit. But the strange thing is, only in the last year or so (I'm 22 now) did I experience an acute sense of being caught between two (or three) worlds and in retrospect I realize what I didn't realize before; that 1) You can't go home. the land of your birth is not the same place it was, no matter how nostalgic you are for it. 2) Blaming your parents for your identity crisis doesn't solve anything. and 3)You will always be an outsider, different no matter where you live, so the best way to feel at home is to find other people with a similar history. Try to embrace the positive that it made you smarter, stronger, and more worldly than people who have never ventured beyond their backyards.

Happy Purim! I can't think of a more appropriate time of the year for Jews and Persians to relate.

Seor Grd at March 10, 2004 07:54 AM [permalink]:

Thanks, Ron, for elaborating on your experience. I think I'm slowly starting to get it now. It's an uncomfortable situation to be in: Torn. But it is not, I suppose, peculiar to those with parents coming from different cultures, or religions, or races. I think many people suffer from what I would call "bi-culturalism" to some extent. The question of identity, "Who am I?" or "Who am I supposed to be?", and the dilemma of "blending in" versus "standing out" comes up one way or another. But I agree it can be harder for people like Sarah. At least most of us can say "I am Iranian", if we can't decide whether, or to what extent, or in what sense, we are muslims or not.

Khosrow at March 10, 2004 04:05 PM [permalink]:

Thanks Sarah, and thank you very much Ron, I have to tell you that I am just discovering how diverse Jewish people are, and how similar to many of us from the Middle East.

I think even if you are born in Iran you can face a less acute but a similar type of identity crisis. I was born in a very multi-ethnic family too. I was born in Tehran but....

My dad's dad is a Kurd, he was born in Mahabad, but his mother was from Azerbaijan, she was born in Tabriz, they (my dad's mother family speak Turkish but they don't think that they need to be culturally proud of it, in fact they think Persian heritage has given so much to Turks that they don't buy any Azeri nationalist, as they call it, "trash". But in the end, the language is there.

My mom's mother case is even more interesting her dad was Russian and her mother was from Baku. She escaped to Iran during the WWII, but she studied in Azerbaijan, sciences, and lived to see the Armenian Azeri war that outraged her, not because of nationalism, but because she thought it was stupid to kill each other because of the problems that others had caused, i.e. mainly Stalin! Moreover, she thought nationalism, ethnocentrism, and cultural pride are all potentially dangerous and inhuman.

My mom's father was born in Masuleh, and he was a Reza Shah bureaucrat, fluent in Kurdish, Turkish (which they call Azeri nowadays) and Deilami (it is a bit different from Gilaki but close enough).

I know that I am a very simple-minded person, but when people ask me where I am from, I simply say from Tehran and I am a very proud Iranian, and I think a Persian speaking one.

I understand people's need for identity should be valued and all cultures are worthy of equal recognition, but I am fearful that in a world that there seems to be resurrection (may be resurrgence is a better word) of nationalism or relgiious fundamentalism (all types of them), we need to promote inter-communal marriage and inter-cultural exchange as much as we can. In my family we have atheists, persian speaking christians, and soft muslims (both sunni and shiite) but we all know that we love each other.

I wish I could be courageous enough to tell people in the much Westernized cafes of North of Tehran when they ask " where are you from?" "I would say I am from the planet earth and I am a human who wants to live in peace".

(by the way I am right now in Toronto visiting family and friends and maybe that is why I am feeling so romantic).

Dan Schmelzer at April 1, 2004 11:47 AM [permalink]:

Interesting article. And I agree that Sarah describes the American experience. However, Canada has definitely contaminated her mind in this regard. ;-)

I won't try to tell Sarah her business, but would only note that there doesn't seem to be much of a barrier in mass media to Americans and assimilated Americans. It doesn't surprise me at all to see Bollywood stars on the whole flop in the States, in large part because they haven't been assimilated. Likewise, it doesn't surprise me at all to see Connie Chung or Lucy Liu on TV because they are Americans. Canadians fly under the radar because they can pass for Minnesotans. ;-)

Of course, you can find exceptions to this rule, like Jackie Chan. But his popularity was very hard-won.

mohammad at April 15, 2004 11:29 AM [permalink]:

hi sarah
i'm 21 .and growing up in tehran. i read your article and i want to say iran is diferent from what is show in media(in iran or outside of iran)in iran who have the power tries to developing fanatisim and superstition because of power and mony and in the out of iran they show it corner of iran again power and money .you shouldn't shame beacuse reality is diferent.and who can underestand iran and iranian that lived or at least traveled to iran .
our socity find it's way and comesover problems.

jill jones at November 21, 2004 11:44 AM [permalink]:

Nice siteGod knows

Jill Jones

SAMAN at April 30, 2006 03:22 PM [permalink]:

be nam anke raz javedanegi ra dar ashgh bana nahad

dar hadeseye bahari chashmanat

dar sayeye arghavaniye moshganat

bgzar ja bemanad in rohe gharib

dar bine esharehaie bi payanat

goyand har che az del barayad ashgh man be hadaf be donbale che hastam .nemidanamsarzamine royayie ashgh kojast?

vali dost daram be jayi beravam ke ashgh vajeii gomshode bashadva ba dastane mehraban paeez ighyanose bi karane zendegi ra pole dosti ashti daham ta digar hich asheghi
dar in daryaye azim ghargh nagardad

dost daram range atashine ghorob ra morvaride chashmanat taghyir daham

taghdim az trafe saman

SAMAN at April 30, 2006 03:25 PM [permalink]:

be nam anke raz javedanegi ra dar ashgh bana nahad

dar hadeseye bahari chashmanat

dar sayeye arghavaniye moshganat

bgzar ja bemanad in rohe gharib

dar bine esharehaie bi payanat

goyand har che az del barayad ashgh man be hadaf be donbale che hastam .nemidanamsarzamine royayie ashgh kojast?

vali dost daram be jayi beravam ke ashgh vajeii gomshode bashadva ba dastane mehraban paeez ighyanose bi karane zendegi ra pole dosti ashti daham ta digar hich asheghi
dar in daryaye azim ghargh nagardad

dost daram range atashine ghorob ra morvaride chashmanat taghyir daham

farzin at August 17, 2006 06:43 AM [permalink]:

dear sara
my nam's Farzin and live in Tehran and I've decide to married with canadian girls who have immigration and countiniue my education . I've bachelore degree about commercial management and pass military servics. I search for girl who want to married with me. yeh it's mabe stoupid idea but i must be leave tEHRAN FOR CANADA iMMIGRATION.Then pleae help me If you can.
Thanks for your attention. my Email is :
good luke

mehrnaz at June 18, 2007 01:12 AM [permalink]:

Well, i have read this, it is understandable that in my interpretation that it is not just the children that suffer from this idea. I am a persian girl tht is going to be engaged to a chinese man, my father is very traditional and stopped talking to me for that i have a chinese fiance.
His parents dont seem to mind, but i feel that there is somewhat a cultural disagreement.
I believe its more complex that what is your situation, it is a situation about love and life, not about cultural aspect or about the looks of another person, have not had children yet, but am willing to find out how my children would look like.
I would like for you to contact me back, i want to know more about you.