Fun and Homesick medicine

I took you to town, and we had iced teas and the thingy you had. Yummy. Bought some make-up. Bourjous. Your talents in buying make-up (choosing product of the year in Iran) amazes me. WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT MY NO 7 MAKE UP IS AWESOME.

Some Asian woman came up to us like; ballak alla bulla laala? We were confused, but she just wanted some help. The feeling of being lost is awful. You don't belong, and you can't seem to be able to even look for the place that you do. Nowhere near in sight, but you're desperate. So desperate you speak to strangers in what you hope is your language. Do you think she would have come to us if we had our hijabs? Does this badge of faith we wear everyday show a sign of safety and direction to others?

Anyway, just an example of my over-thinking.

I'm sorry I made you go see the Wizard of Oz play. Sorry it was shit. But I didn't want to coop you in the house. I honestly had good intentions. Forgive me!! xx 

RUN TOTO! *throws dog*

We went to the National Media Museum yesterday to see Harry Potter in 3D IMAX, I was happy with myself I was able to take you somewhere that was somewhat worthwhile and unlike Costa you can't get a better one in Mashad. I hope you did enjoy yourself. Rozhyar was happy to see you. Lahore was amazing. I admired your openness about your political past with the girls in the restaurant. Not as much as I have always admired your courage <3 obviously. But I wonder if you wanted to tell them to show you're not afraid or just so you have something to talk about. 

I don't know what I'll do once you leave. 

Today was a crappy day for us. We watched Say Anything, and you're waiting for me downstairs so we can watch House of Saddam. I thought I'd do a sneaky blog

You're coming up the stairs.

You're in the room

Telling me off :P 

I suppose I can't finish the post how I wanted.

You can't get everything :) 

Fascinating Day

We walked with the luscious trees around us, and beams of sunshine glazing down. We walked gracefully, with our faces painted to accentuate what was already naturally beautiful. It was a special day, each step on the golden pavements of Bradford taking us closer and closer to the immeasurably desirable place.
When we reached there, we gazed upon the sign. It read:
The Co-operative.

My body covers itself in goosebumps in writing this. A tear trickles down my cheek from the pain of being afar from it.
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OK, my creative writing needs some serious work. I enjoyed it though.
Today went by quickly.  I felt disappointed in myself, though, that I can't be a better host. I keep failing to do what I want, where I want to take you, it somehow happens to cancel.


I love the way my friends can open up. Either to me, or someone else - it always makes me happy when they always have someone to tell. Maybe one day I'll tell someone everything, but for now thoughts have enough difficulty never mind speech. But it was nice to know she felt that way too - she couldn't tell me. Whether she didn't want me to know or just couldn't talk about it is different but - I was glad that someone else feels that way too. Perhaps one day we can tell each other all of it. But I never will.

We sat in the garden tonight. I have a phobia of night Mahya, did you know? The dark in general, I can't sleep alone in complete darkness. This is a recent thing. But the cool night air in the garden tonight, listening to your voice and your story changed my relationship with the blackness outside. Not completely and probably only temporarily. Did you see how I jumped at that cat? The way I was constantly looking around me? I wanted to slap you when you turned my phone torch off. I seriously and honestly wanted to whack your face. It's daft, utterly and completely idiotic but it's true, and no-one knows. But tonight I didn't want to come back inside. I wanted to stay on that uncomfortable carpet and I wanted to keep breathing in the night and listen to you.

Thanks for that. I love you.
x

Doost

It's funny when you see a friend you haven't seen in a long time.
I felt nervous, for some reason. Obviously as always I couldn't sleep the night before an exciting day but when I was waiting for her to drive around the corner I had trouble remembering her face.
I mean I see her photos often. But a photo isn't her face. 
But waiting in the living room and suddenly hearing her voice in the kitchen, it only seemed natural to go to her. As we embraced the familiarity had a quick effect on me. They were indeed the same arms that hugged me when we were 8; and the same that hugged me goodbye April 2010.
Sometimes, with some friends, not seeing each other after awhile leads to a short period of getting used to each other again. A time of catching up. But tonight I realised that we'll always will be caught up. It seemed only automatic to go upstairs and chat for a ridiculous amount of time. We barely even thought about the lavashak during the film, which would just be there, because it is, because that's how it is!
Although we all grow and change, we'll always have those friends who - whenever you see them - those familiar traditions that bring more comfort than is believed come into play. I love how, every time we will go to our rooms and dump our bags and use every second of conversation like it is precious...before my mum calls with her shrill voice for vaccum/dishwasher/laundry/etc. within 5 minutes.
These things make me feel that nothing has changed, that you're not oceans away from me but instead, just like before, merely a three hours drive.
It's easy to believe that you're just here for the weekend as always and this Saturday, we WILL stay up all night...Until one falls asleep.

Some things can never change.