I didn't realize that Iranians celebrated their own New Year! I guess you learn new things every day. I received this info in an email:
"Norooz, new day or New Year as the Iranians call it, is a celebration of spring Equinox. It is the most cherished of all the Iranian festivals. Norooz has been celebrated for at least 3000 years and has its beginnings in the rituals and traditions of the Zoroastrian religion. Today, the festival of Norooz is celebrated in many countries that were territories of, or influenced by, the Persian Empire: Persia (Iran), Afghanistan, Turkey, other parts of the Middle East, as well as many former Soviet republics.
On the first day of Norooz, family members gather around the “Sofreh Haft Seen” (seven S’s) and celebrate the exact day and moment of the arrival of spring. A layout of seven items beginning with the letter “S” is prepared in all homes. These items are all symbols of good luck, prosperity and a new beginning.
Sabzeh – wheat sprouts representing growth and prosperity
Seeb – apple representing health and beauty
Senjed – sweet, dry fruits of the Lotus tree representing love
Serkeh – vinegar representing age and patience
Somaq-crushed somaq berries representing color of sunrise
Seer – garlic representing medicine
Samanu – a brownish paste derived from wheat representing sprouting spring
The items placed on the sofreh haft seen represent health, fertility, prosperity, good luck, happiness, strength, and the generation of new life, which symbolize the earth’s new beginning in spring.
In Iran, preparations for Norooz begin with a major spring cleaning of their houses called “Khaneh Takanee”, the purchase of new clothes to wear for the new year and the purchase of fresh flowers (tulips are most popular). Norooz is calculated according to the days, minutes, and seconds the earth takes to go once around the sun, exactly at the spring equinox; therefore causing it to be at a different time each year (March 20 or 21). This also falls in line with the end of winter and the beginning of Spring, when the beauty of nature springs out from the cold winter.
Congressman Michael M. Honda (CA-15th) introduced a resolution in honor of the Iranian New Year into the House of Representatives on March 19, 2009. The resolution recognizes the cultural and historical significance of Norooz, expresses appreciation to Iranian Americans for their contributions to American society, and wishes Iranian Americans, the people of Iran, and all those who celebrate the holiday a prosperous new year."
Saturday, March 21, 2009
happy birthday to me
I am 26 now.
I celebrated by snowboarding. I used to tumble down the mountains like a rag doll. Now I carve like a maniac.
The best part about turning 26 is knowing that each year is going to outdo the next. There are still so many good things and good people to look forward to. I want to see my grandma at my graduation. I want to begin my career, travel to Asia, and visit my sister in Michigan. I am looking forward to more snowboarding trips.
I celebrated by snowboarding. I used to tumble down the mountains like a rag doll. Now I carve like a maniac.
The best part about turning 26 is knowing that each year is going to outdo the next. There are still so many good things and good people to look forward to. I want to see my grandma at my graduation. I want to begin my career, travel to Asia, and visit my sister in Michigan. I am looking forward to more snowboarding trips.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
subway
I have a New York story for you.
I'm in New York for a week, visiting an old friend who just moved here recently. While she works during the day, I've been exploring the city on my own. Today I wandered the Financial District and decided to go somewhere else. I ducked into a subway stop and waited on the platform.
I watched as the man in front of me walked toward the edge of the train tracks and knelt down to tie his shoes.
He slipped and tumbled into the train tracks.
People started running towards the stairs because they knew what was coming.
There was no time to react. The train was only a few feet away from him. We could only watch in helpless horror and disbelief as he struggled to squeeze himself against the track edge to avoid the oncoming train. I will never forget the look on his face. The train hit him with a giant thud. Sparks flew. People around me were screaming and crying.
I'm not sure what happened afterward because I found myself wandering the streets in a daze with a wet face. I haven't had time to digest this so I will write more later.
I'm in New York for a week, visiting an old friend who just moved here recently. While she works during the day, I've been exploring the city on my own. Today I wandered the Financial District and decided to go somewhere else. I ducked into a subway stop and waited on the platform.
I watched as the man in front of me walked toward the edge of the train tracks and knelt down to tie his shoes.
He slipped and tumbled into the train tracks.
People started running towards the stairs because they knew what was coming.
There was no time to react. The train was only a few feet away from him. We could only watch in helpless horror and disbelief as he struggled to squeeze himself against the track edge to avoid the oncoming train. I will never forget the look on his face. The train hit him with a giant thud. Sparks flew. People around me were screaming and crying.
I'm not sure what happened afterward because I found myself wandering the streets in a daze with a wet face. I haven't had time to digest this so I will write more later.