۱۳۸۶ مهر ۶, جمعه

Fifteenth

We had a meeting with our business partner and he had to write something on the board. Having the pen in his hand, he turned to me and said: “you know; I never came to the board in school. I had hard time getting high school diploma”. And he laughed. He is frank and open to me, we are the same age. Actually we were born on the same month. I am elder 10 days though. This is not the first time he is opening such personal discussion about his school times. I can appreciate that his willingness to discuss his school history comes from his confidence. He; most probably unintentionally, tries to communicate his determination to become successful.

“Oh, really” I responded maintaining the eye contact. “I have been to six different schools so far, and I am here today, making things easier for your business,” I added with a smile.

He was happy. He did the best thing he could/should, and he wanted someone to endorse it for him, which I happily did. Hey! I am you if you were good at school. You could be an employee just like me today facilitating things for others, should you tired harder at school. You are good; you are just good.

Honestly, I am happy for he is happy; and I am happy for I probably couldn’t be happy if I were him. He is right in the position that he is supposed to be, and I am fine with my place. The scenario is perfect, each of us has a role to play.

۱۳۸۶ مهر ۵, پنجشنبه

شانزدهم

ضَرَبَ... ضَرَبا... ضَرَبو

کُلُمبیَن... کُلُمبیانِ... کُلُمبی یوو

اَحمَدَاً... اَحمَدَا ... آی اَحمَدوووو!!

۱۳۸۶ شهریور ۲۶, دوشنبه

افتتاح

نو می‌شوم...
گرچه آن پیله چهل روزه‌ای نبود که باید ...
که چون کرم بخزی ...
چون پروانه برقصی ...
و باز بسوزی...


فتح می‌کنم به نام شهری
که دروازه‌هایش از جنس لحظه‌اند..
و کار مردمانش... نخواستن است..

نقب می‌زنم به عمری...
که در کورمال و جستجوی تو گذشت
و ساعاتی که بی تو هدر شد...

سلام...

۱۳۸۶ شهریور ۱۲, دوشنبه

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