How come usually whenever I sigh, ‘hmmm I wish so and so would happen’ my wish is granted except when it comes to winning the lottery!!!! :D :D
So today I tell a friend, I haven’t been to a car boot sale/yard sale/street bazaar in a long time and just now I got an email from Operation Hope that there’s a yard sale this Saturday:
Huge selection of new and used items including furniture, clothing, books, toys, appliances, brick-a-brack, decorative items, linens, DVDs, and much more.Proceeds benefit Operation Hope.Be sure to get there early for best selection!
PS. I LOOOOOOVE CAR BOOT SALE PPS. But I think I would love winning the lottery more :D
I need a new conscience; I’m fed up with the one I currently have; it’s way too loud, obnoxious and never ever shuts up…oh and the stupid thing never takes my side!!! Seriously, anyone knows where I can get a new ‘inner voice’ or better yet interested in exchanging yours with mine :D
[Background to my plea]
So around 7:00 pm I logged onto Facebook and I see that there’s a lecture by DADI JANKI on “Secrets For True Wealth” at Salwa Al Sabah Hall at 8:00.
Me: Mom get dressed; we’re going go to a lecture on spirituality
Mom: Ahhhhh what’s the point? They don’t say anything I don’t already know. If you are in the mood to be lectured I can go on the mambar for ya. Here we go: Be good, be nice, be honest, let go of the past, be forgiving, be satisfied, be…
Me: Hahahaha very funny…come on… it starts in an hour.
So 30 minutes later we walk into the Hall, and who do I see sitting right on a couch as I enter—the only person I have ever treated not so nicely in my whole life and never apologized to. The same dude I was talking about in this post.
Me: Why, oh why God? Why do I have to see him here..and tonight of all nights.? Is this a sign?
Inner Voice: Yep, come on, this is your chance to be good again.
Me: I ain’t walking over to him…no way!!...and you have been seeing “The Kite Runner” way too many times!! WTH is with “you can be good again”?!!
Inner Voice: Fine, have it your way.
[A few minutes later]
Dadi: Honesty…I myself have never lied…why should I? What’s the point of lying? What are you afraid of?
Inner Voice: See? What are you afraid of?
Me: Shh…I’m trying to listen…hey hold on. I NEVER lied to him.
Inner Voice: Nope you didn’t lie; but you weren’t completely honest with him either.
Me: Huh? Look what I did wasn’t all that bad. Besides I don’t owe him any explanation for my action.
Dadi: Parents have to spend time with their kids to teach them morals
Inner Voice: See, your parents taught you better than this.
Me: Would you please Shhhhhhh. Seriously get off my back. Look this story goes back to my ‘dark’ days, and anything I did during those months cannot be held against me now.
Inner Voice: Do you think you ran into him here by accident? Why of all the nights, do you think you saw him tonight?
Me: Seriously, bug off….I'm trying to listen...ok fine…I’ll talk to him later.
Inner Voice: No you are not. At least be honest with your own inner voice. You never do the things you say you will do later.
Dadi: We have 3 enemies: carelessness, procrastination, and…
Me: ok, that’s it. I am out of here.
Inner Voice: Hehehehe…see I told ya so.
Here a video clip of Dadi...not the lecture she gave in Kuwait though
UPDATE: Thank you Grey for pointing out that I misspelled "conscience" :D :D ...opps
So in the 9 years I lived in Tehran how many times did I go a traditional Iranian concert—> Zilch
How many traditional music Cd did I buy?->Zilch
How many traditional singles did I listen to?-> Zilch
How many times did I switch channels and radio stations when a traditional music came on?-> Billions
How excited did I become when I found out that Dar AlـAthar AlـIslamiyah would be hosting a traditional Iranian concert?-> Jumped up so high doing the dance of joy that my head damaged the ceiling.
And what a night it was. A rejuvenating night for my soul for it was my soul not body that danced to the melody of the music. Now I know why people close their eyes, smile and wave their head side to side when listening to music…I was doing that!!!!!
The best part of the evening was the encore. Once their performance was over, the crowd drew them back onstage with their cheers. They played the Iranians version of a Kurdish song they had previously played earlier. Then when the clapping of the crowd died down, the vocalist sang: Ey Iran, ey marzeh por ghohar.
This was when my mom’s soul was revived. She started to sing along with them and the Iranians in the audience (which incidentally weren’t too many) clapped all through the song. I must confess that their version of “Ey Iran” was the best I have ever seen or heard.
Unfortunately, my phone camera didn’t have enough space to record, the quality is not that good anyway, and I was too busy enjoying the show to shoot anything anyway, but here’s a couple of videos:
