The longest night

Yesterday 21st december I celebrated the Yalda night with my newly found persian friend and his mother in Dar-es-Salaam. Shab-e-Yalda is the longest night in the year , and for some reason i enjoyed the persian optimism, of the longest night being over and now the days will start growing, the morning will be coming earlier second by second, day by day, everyday…………
We started with the dry fruits fresh from persia, followed by water melon and pomegranates, with the Hafiz recitation of peotry singing at the back. And then our friend played with his first love Santoor, filling the room with the persian musical notes . These persian people, they look so dead from out side, but much more alive inside then the rest of the world perhaps…….

I am finding my self being pulled towards persia for some reason unknown to me, as if a call is coming for me to be in Persia, someone calling me to be with her and enjoy her in the most persian way possible.

Just got a flash back of N.M Rashid writing “Aay mairee hum-ruks mujh ko thaam lai, zindagi sai bhaag ker aaya hoon mai’ ( Oh my beloved (death/eternal peace) hold me, i have run away long from life)………I wonder if he may have gone through the same transition and accepted fire to be his final resting place….