Having come back from Iran after a two-week trip, Buddy was as fascinated as Archimedes, crying “Eureka! Eureka!”
Buddy couldn’t wait to share his new discovery with me. Finally, he had found the answer to his old dilemma.
“I did never understand what MAAM-e-MIHAN means, till yesterday. It is the best you can call your home country,” he opened the conversation. “Your home country is like your mom. You know she has many weaknesses and faults, but you love her. You never think of changing your mom!”
Few months later, I moved to U.S. and he moved back to Iran. Four years passed then and I have never doubted Buddy’s brainy statement. I love my home country and I will, forever, though I didn’t choose it.
Now I live far from MAAM-e-MIHAN. I wanna be here by choice, not by force.
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As you have taken that right out of my mouth!
and that is what I have known for 8 years now.
it was a beautiful post Pezhman.
but home is where people one loves live. And if they are scattered around the world, one has no home to go back to ... like he belongs to everywhere and nowhere!
nadidimet ke...
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