Saturday, 21 February 2009
Tuesday, 17 February 2009
Joonam
In the loving Memory of:
Kavous Cyroos
Jun 1922 - Sep 2006
Letter to baba joon
Baba joon, for days and days the thought of you has been keeping me occupied.
I never realized how much I loved you and you loved me until you were gone. Being the last but one child and your third daughter, I never felt that special bonding with you.
I was always very close to my mum but with you, there was a distance. Once mum was gone, things started changing a little. However it was only when I stayed with you for a whole year in 2002 that I really started to appreciate your presence in my life.
With you as my pillar of support then, I was able to get help for Yasmin. The love you poured to Yasmin and Zara was such a blessing. My girls have become a lot richer as a result and your fond memories will remain with them forever.
I know your heart was always filled with content. You were thanking G~d daily for the miracle of my mum in your life. Even after she was gone you prayed daily for her departed soul with so much love!
You were grateful for having a son followed by four daughters. To you girls were like butterflies floating around both you and mum.
Looking back I think I was not the butterfly you hoped for, unlike my sisters. The feeling of guilt that I was not special for you in any way still haunts me! In the last ten years of your life, all I contributed to you was grief and heartaches.
I know you suffered greatly seeing me in the arms of a husband you did not call a man... Bringing up my children in a loveless environment and treating them way short of what they truly deserved.
You must have been praying hard day and night for me, because as soon as you were gone, my marriage fell apart and so was my old habits!
All I now think is to make you proud of me in your after life. I like to see a big smile on your face looking down on us and saying now this is my girl!
Please continue your blessings from the heaven above for the three of us.
...LOVE you so so SO much and I hope you will be in peace knowing that I have come home at last!
Your daughter Narges
Monday, 9 February 2009
YaHoo
Sareh Zahiroleslam
July 1933 – July 1997
By Narges Cyroos
9 February 2009
I was reading this poem by Rudyard Kipling today:
If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother o’mine, O mother o’mine!
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother o’mine, O mother o’mine!
If I were drowned in the deepest see,
Mother o’mine, O mother o’mine!
I know whose tears would come down to me,
Mother o’mine, O mother o’mine!
If I were damned o’body and soul,
I know whose prayers would make me whole,
Mother o’mine, O mother o’mine!
Then my mind rested on you, thinking how blessed I was to have you in my life as my mother…
It is the memory of your powerful personality and your wonderful words of encouragement echoing in my heart and soul, that I am now managing my daily affairs in the face of all adversities.
Oh beloved mother, if only;
* I could hold you in my arms and kiss your hands and face
* I could talk to you about my upheavals
* Run to you asking for guidance and help with my children
* Taste your food that was cooked so deliciously and in prayers
* Travel with you to various shrines and historical places
……That will truly be my day.
Please forgive my wrongdoings.
Rest in peace my angel of peace, love and beauty.
Love you always, always ALL WAYS!
Your daughter Narges
Saturday, 7 February 2009
By Narges Cyroos
7 February 2009
Old stories have an element of timelessness as well as teaching us valuable lessons every time they are looked at with fresh eyes!
Shahrzad’s tale and her encounter with the king is one such story. On the outset it captures the heart and soul of the listener and on a deeper level the power of love can be touched.
The story is about a king that was once betrayed by his wife. He then decides to take revenge on beautiful women by sleeping and then slaying them.
Once Shahrzad is brought to the king her fate is not any different from the rest when she confronts a man consumed with rage and revenge. She also feels remorse for her unfulfilled wishes.
Shahrzad by turning her attention inside and praying for an end to her ordeal hears an inner voice that guides her to narrate a story for the king. The story is then told from a well of love deep within Shahrzad.
The king after hearing the story is then lost for words and decides to spare Shahrzad’s life so that she can return another night to tell another tale…and so that 1001 nights of story telling in which the king is transformed through the power of love and storytelling…
Oh love oh mighty love, I am at your mercy
Despite you filling my cup every moment of every day
My thirst is not quenched
Have mercy on me
Fill me, fill me fill me
Oh dear dear dear love
Dedicated to my friend Venkatesh
