By: Taban Khajehnassiri
I know it's now a good time to start writing about her. She is the most beautiful one among all others around close to me. I touch her everyday, I kiss her each and every night. She is so cool in blue and green, she is so close to me but so far away from what she should be, she's lonely now somehow and I miss her.
To write this piece of writing, I needed some sheets of paper, pen and a handful mind of thoughts and more important some fresh air. I opened a window. Now it's much better. Although I can no longer find the air around here sound and fresh, I can breathe. Someone or something within guides me to go after this very little oxygen around: Breathe ... Breathe ... Breathe in the air ... Breathe again!
I know it's now a good time to start writing about her. She is the most beautiful one among all others around close to me. I touch her everyday, I kiss her each and every night. She is so cool in blue and green, she is so close to me but so far away from what she should be, she's lonely now somehow and I miss her.
It's almost five, and a beautiful early morning in Tehran. It's still totally dark outside. I hear annoying noises of trucks and buses passing by on the highway. I hear someone's voice reciting: "Allah-o Akbar" (God IS Great) whispering into my ears: "Here Comes the praying time!" It's time you have to thank God for all He has done and created in the whole universe, all galaxies, planets and stars.
I prepare myself to write this little note. I breathe and breathe again: Thanks God, I am alive, I am still alive on this planet and I can see her once again today. Today is just another - Some say in the West, crazy - Monday. Just another working day has been started in some parts of the world in the East. It is really exciting, and to me it's just another exciting Monday I have just started with writing, writing and writing for her. Somehow to depict all her beauty. She moves and moves ahead just like an angel of the Lord. And each day I follow her perfume in the air leading me to the office.
For millions of years, our planet has been here to stay and serve us as the most comfortable and beautiful home we have ever seen so far. The sky above has been created by the Almighty God in different colors. Blue, White and Gray have been those colors in the background of pictures you capture from the sky above. And when you are in love, she is so beautiful. Then you can see rainbows and clouds all over the place you are, in shapes, so exotic and beautiful. When you are in love, she captures your eyes, fills your heart, and moves you hard.
I come to my window to breathe again. I have to write more and more about her. I hear some birds outside singing. It is getting so close to the time that I can see the shape of buildings in my neighborhood. However, still I can see the city lights not so much away somehow signaling the message to me: "Hey ... Hi ... Good Morning You In There!" By turning on and off my light at the kitchen, I respond: "Hi all! Hi everyone! I am just OK now. I'm in love with her. Cann't you see?"
Then I come back to my notebook on the table, and sit looking over and beyond my window, I see many buildings out there, I see the city in mist and smoke. I see how I am getting older and older. I use glasses to read and write. Again I can hardly breathe.
I came back to write about her. But it is now so hard to distinguish all these sounds around: The passing trucks on the highway, the plane flying high, and the singing birds in the back yard. I sometimes feel I miss the songs of these little birds outside while I loose my concentration as the highway cries out and the sky roars above.
I know these waves very well. I know and I feel them all out there in the sky. I see them all in silent but I find them so much powerful, somehow ready to be used, ready to be released, ready to be transformed by some simple devices. I see them all over the city. On the air or on wires underground. I am in love, but I turn to my TV. I want to see her all even on the next edition of the Latest News at the background while she is spinning and dancing so soft and calm. I turn it on. Oh ... yes, Here's The News: " Another oil tanker sank today into the ocean!" I turn to my radio, and turn it on: "Now let's talk about the current status of the Ozone Layer ..." I get connected to the Internet, I receive an e-mail from a friend who is an environmental activist, he says they are destroying forests in our country. I turn to my window once again, It's now seven AM, it's all noises and roars of cars, trucks and buses all around. I can no longer hear birds singing. I just wanted to write about my love, all of my love. But now I think I miss something here, I miss someone, I miss them all somewhere! My telephone rings, I pick up the handset, there she is, my love, I hear her clear:
- "Hi! It's me, planet Earth!"
I just can say: "Hi there! How are you?"
- "Not so fine! And you?"