Monday, October 18, 2010

Niloofar's letter

Dear sue

We could read your comment last night.
Thank you very much.

Please forgive me if I answer you late.
If you remember me I am a engineer in a factory and I am very busy during the day every day and I am very tired at night but I like to write letters to you and read your letters.


Take cure of your self



Niloofar

My letter's to sue

Dear sue,
In my country Iran, people like music very very much special youth and perhaps I can say they are love it and they listen it in free time in bus stop, in cars and other places,because of this there are many singers in Iran with many style like pop, classical, jazz, rap ans else.Of course they listen more pop and classical music but recently that rap came in my country, youth listen more to it but I never listen to it because I do not like it because it is only speech and I do not know it a music type. In between Iranian singers I love Reza sadeghi and him voice becuse him voice is very very great and attractive. In Iran he is populare man and super star and people say to him ((King of black)) because he always wear black, only and only black, for this he is a special man.In his concerts, many peoples go but I ever have not gone but I like to go. I like to know that do you listen music and what type and who singer.Do you ever listen Iranian singers ?In end I say excuse me because of many question and thank you for your answers.
BY HAMED

Khoda Kone Ke Khabam Nabare , an obituary - sort of

I apologize to Sue and Herman for using a title in Persian for this post, but it is to share a profound, sad feeling that I am experiencing these days for the death of someone I dearly loved.  The title belongs to a beautiful Persian song and speaks of someone who is waiting for her beloved to arrive at night praying to God for helping her not fall asleep when he finally arrives after long expectations in dark nights.  The sad fact is that a few days ago, the singer of this beautiful song fell into her eternal asleep and died. 

Marziye left us in a bitter, eternal yearning for her beautiful voice.  Our hearts are oceans of memories from her unforgettable songs.  One of my friends called Davood Mohajer once received a flower from Marziye in a live concert before the revolution in Iran.  Davood stuck that flower onto the wall of their house and never removed it even many years after it was completely rotten.  That flower is still blooming and growing new petals in our hearts although she and all the other female singers in Iran were forbidden from singing and were drowned in silence.  I will water that flower with my own tears so that it keeps blooming and growing new petals as long as I am alive.

Marziyeh committed a very huge mistake in the later parts of her life when she joined a very infamous political group outside Iran.  But even this mistake, ugly as it is, is understandable.  She suffered huge pains when she and other women were barred from singing in our country.  Her voice echos beyond politics in our hearts. 

Sweet dreams, Marziyeh and thank you for so many beautiful songs that you bestowed us all.  I heard your songs on my mother's lips as a child and today my children are hearing them from me.

T

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