A couple of weeks have passed since my last post. I have been away from home, visiting the land of my ancestors, the land I once completely belonged to, body and soul.
It had been a while since I last traveled to Iran. Although my parents and grandparents have longed passed away; there still remain my uncles, aunts and cousins and a few friends. Most of my life has been spent in the United States by my own choosing and without any regrets. Immigrants are often asked: What are you? What country do you call home? Ah, such seemingly simple questions deserve simple answers. But for me, the answer could never be contained in a single word. Iran is my Motherland, while the United States is my Homeland. I am an American, not by birth but by choice and I am proud of it. My present character, ideology and all one learns since stepping into adulthood have been influenced and shaped by living in the United States. On the other hand, I was not a blank canvas when I left Iran for abroad at the age of 18. Nothing can grow and form without a base, a root, a seed.
I am what I am, a product of two very diverse cultures and far away lands and in different ways, I love them both. I have tried to retain the best of these worlds and let go of the rest. I think as immigrants, this is our true gain- to become better individuals by combining the best of our often contradictory cultures.
How about my favorite things to do in Iran? Listening to Farsi Spoken on the streets in different accents, drinking lots of tea, revisiting old neighborhoods, keeping eyes out for unique hand made items, studying people going about their daily routines, renewing old acquaintances and most importantly, feasting on truly home made and always familiar and delicious Persian cuisine- almost, but not quite like my mom’s famous cooking.
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