Among my father’s favorite quatrains (roba‘i) were the following: Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears To-day of past Regrets and future Fears To-morrow?—Why, To-morrow I may be Myself with Yesterday’s Sev’n Thousand Years.
My cousin reassures me that things will change — little by little perhaps. She also assures me that Iranians are a peaceful people. They do not want war, don’t want intervention, don’t want to destroy their country from the inside out.
It has taken some time for American readers to appreciate the complexities, hardships, and beauty of the Iranian immigrant experience — and the body of literature that now describes that experience. A young but flourishing literature of the Iranian Diaspora has finally taken hold.
stunningly Bay Nature Magazine, July 2002