Shia Muslims and Alavis grieve the death of Emam Hossein today and in Iran we have the tradition to distribute traditional homemade dishes like this persian pudding made of rice, almonds, saffron, sugar and rosewater called "sholeh zard" to friends, family and especially people in need. Those who, like my mother who decided to cook Sholeh zard this year for the neighbourhood and a few refugee familys we know, ask god for a certain blessing or a wish to become reality so those who taste what was cooked in that purpose pray on that aswell and say "ghabool bashe" which means may god accept and make your wish come true
i am so homesick these days... especially watching my brother getting ready for his flight to my beloved family on monday
these birds belonged to the little boys who sell Hafez poems at the Bazar. they let the canaries pick out a poem for you which we persians believe is Hafez' message/advice to us
jahrelang saß ich jede woche im wartezimmer dieser praxis und las mir dieses Zitat Brechts durch und meine vorstellung von unserer gesellschaft war nicht so abfällig als dass ich es ihr zugetraut hätte, dass wir diesen prägenden fehler wiederholen. Niemals
I saw Angela Merkel today :D actually i had two first time in my life experiences today cause after that i worked at a circus and guys i have to disappoint you the gebrannte mandeln there aren't freshly made 😢 es war verstörend sie waren einfach spanische mandeln made in essen auser tüte
from the very first moment we arrived at Persepolis, the 2500year old capital of the Persian Empire, this beautiful song about how wounded my motherland is came to my mind... And Persepolis as glorious at it is; to me its also the wounded place not only if you look at the history and how many times it was set on fire by enemies but also how it has been robbed and looted by the west during the last centuries... it made me want to sing that song out loud, because it really would have expressed the pain and the love the pride i felt in that moment but singing in Iran is forbidden - for women. I was afraid to sing... because no matter how deeply Iranians appreciate art music culture, there could have been someone who would have told me to shut up. Which in any other case wouldn't have hurt me because i know it's a crime and i probably would have started discussing with him/her... but in that case it would have make me cry because Persepolis was the center the capitol of the worlds first civilization where human rights had been carved in stone thousands of years ago for eternity. If someone there would have forbidden me to sing which is my insignificant way of honouring my roots, i wouldn't have just been heartbroken, it would have also once again reminded us of who we have been and who we became...
so excuse me for not singing as voiceful as i always do but i dream of a day my gifted iranian sisters will be allowed to
100% me 😂 hab mal nen kerl nach monaten nicht mehr getroffen und geantwortet weil er sich geweigert hat mich seine königin zu nennen. Er fand das größenwahnsinnig. That moment i knew..... hes not on my level. He knew too