Thursday, January 29, 2009

Mrs. Husseini

Mrs. Husseini was our physical education teacher, when I was in guidance school and later on in high school. Mrs. Husseini went through an accident when I was on third grade of guidance school. I remember she was in coma for several weeks and finally she recovered. But she lost the movement in her legs.

Mrs. Husseini came back to school in a wheelchair. She was still our physical education teacher. She taught us to warm up and how to play ping pong in a wheel chair. She played ping pong with us. Our School principal, Mrs. Haerizadeh insisted that she comes back to work, that she specially teaches physical education. She said, “That is the biggest lesson that girls can learn from her.”

Later on in my life, there were several moments, not the easy ones, that I pictured her in my mind. She playing ping pong, and the fact that she later expected a second child. Her husband that devotedly gave her rides to and from school. And I always felt stronger.

Today, I saw a photo of her in our school reunion back home.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

The Atmosphere of Change

The power of a leader or a President is not in the many important decisions that she/he makes, but in “the atmosphere” that she/he creates. Many people in this world are not independent thinkers, so they go by the atmosphere. If the atmosphere stays on long enough, it has the ability to make culture, to become culture, just like art and law do.

So I think what makes Obama, Obama is that he has proved he can create an atmosphere of hope and positiveness. Almost any leader can create atmosphere, but in different ways. Just as Bush successfully created a “bullying” atmosphere in this nation for eight years. That atmosphere can bring about table of values, can set up priorities socially, politically, economically, …in all possible scales and angles.

That’s the main reason I can keep faith in Obama as long as he keeps this atmosphere. Atmosphere then brings change, a very widely spread change, a genuine change, a natural change. As though every single one has been a part of that change. Has actively participated. Not only the president.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

The Seventh Year of Transition in Diaspora

There comes another anniversary. And each time/year I look back at it differently. It transcends differently. Today I told a friend I think I made the right decision. There are not too many events in life in which everything shifts in one day. Immigration is one of them. Specially if it happens from East to West.


People look at you and might even think you are born here or raised here with a personal accent, but only you know how you are transiting. Today I can confidently say the transition will never stop once it gets started, will be with you till the very end, the constant process of changing and exploring. In my case the transitions where from East to West, academics to professional and parents’ house to living by oneself all at the same time, in one day. Me being the generation who was born as the revolution was happening and then witnessing an eight-year war, which has no resemblance with what is shown in the media and then going through the aftermaths of war and noncompliant human rights and women’s rights and …. And the immigration which is complicated by itself and makes all of your previous experiences look even more complicated. The first generation transiting usually paves the road for the next generation, whatever remains unpaved has to be taken care of by the next one.


The transition is not a transferable experience, maybe because it’s a very intuitive process in its most parts. It’s a process of constantly questioning everything around you one more time. Without having a given answer, like the ones parents give you when you are very young. You have to find the answers for yourself which is a great growing opportunity. You normally look for a common ground between what you already knew and what you see. There isn’t any most of the time. Sometimes there is. Then you start asking whether this is ”For Me” or “Not for Me” which is again a great self-discovery journey. And teaches you a lot about self responsibility, this time hopefully you can not blame it on any one or system. It’s about you to pick and go. And the best moments are the ones you find an unconventional answer, it’s your discovery moment. It’s great if you could make it a second nature and utilize it for work - ”For This project” or “Not for This Project”
, for life.

Many things you firmly believed in have got to go, without you even being able to believe it, after they create a crisis is when you stop to deny. It’s a constant fall and rise, demolition and reconstruction in a way it has also room to change and/or extend. It’s a challenge of defining boundaries. It’s a challenge of understanding blurry boundaries and being able to work with them. Also of having no boundaries. Defining limits, like a diver determining the dive height. Constantly going back and forth at a certain height, going to the tip of the board, looking down and stepping back until you dive.

Most of the transition process is improvisation. The transition is religious, is personal, is emotional, is professional, is gender specific. It’s about developing a new sense of humor so that people here could laugh at it too, it’s about being able to laugh with them. It’s about being able to have sympathy for matters you were not used to have. That is a significant milestone I guess once you pass it.
It’s about understanding the mindset, without necessarily adapting it in its entire entity.

The transition teaches you something on a daily basis, sometimes hourly, about who you are. And that is why now I think I made the right decision seven years ago to transit.



PS._ This Christmas, I was enjoying my holidays, reading what I like, listening to what I like, sometimes singing along with new year’s songs, word by word, amazed by the fact that seven years ago when I got off the boat, I had no feel for Christmas.