چهارشنبه، مهر ۲۹، ۱۳۸۳

"I LOVE YOU" IN PERSIAN

One of my colleagues, Greg, wanted to impress me. he had found this website and had started to learn Persian by his own. But he couldn’t keep his secret, so he told me about his new experience and showed me the website.

In the website there are some expression with their exact meaning and the similar expression in English. One of the sentences is “JIGAR-E TOE BIKHORAM”. The exact meaning that was written for it is “I will eat your liver” and the explanation is “a romantic way to say I LOVE YOU”!!!!!!

Tonight, he is going to say “JIGAR-E TOE BIKHORAM” to his wife. I am glad that his wife is not Iranian.




یکشنبه، مهر ۲۶، ۱۳۸۳

BABY

Why you don’t have a child?
Do you have any plan to start a family?
See, Mery got married 2 years after you did. She is pregnant. Now it is your turn.
My turn!!!! Having a baby isn’t a game. Is it?

I listen to this sentence 100 times a day. It makes me furious.
What can I say? I bear and grin. Every time somebody asks me about having child I try to change the subject and talk about weather or something else.

Why people compare me with others, we did not live same way, they all left Iran in childhood and went to Europe or U.S. They do not need to adopt themselves with new environment. They should not learn English at age 30. They should not start working in junior position with the minimum wage while they have 6 years experience. They all come from wealthy families. Besides even if we were in same situation, I would not feel ready to have a child.

I wish I could say these things to them and asked them not to talk about it anymore, but I should be nice and show my respect to people who are older than me. So there is no way I could stop them.




پنجشنبه، مهر ۲۳، ۱۳۸۳

MY FIRST SUITOR

Couple days ago, at office

I was going to make some copies, when I met a lady. She looked like Indian. Here is our conversation.

I: good morning
The lady (with light Indian accent): good morning, how are you?
I: good, you?
-: Not too bad, thank you …. excuse me, I have a question … where are you from?
-: What do you think?
-: Spain.
-: Ha ha, no I am from Iran
-(With big smile): are you Moslem?
-eeeeee well, kind of…
-When did you come to Canada?
-2 years ago
-Are you here alone?
-No, with my husband
-Oh, no
-What? Why “no”?
-Actually I am looking for a girl for my son. I liked you very much.
-Are you looking for a Moslem girl?
-Ya
-Why?
-Because I am Moslem and Moslem girl are bla bla bla…..

I wanted to argue with her, but then I thought it is not my business and I can’t change her mind, so I didn’t insist.

The lady: but if you know a lovely Moslem girl like you, please tell me.
I: what does your son do?
The lady: he is a project manager
I: how old is he?
-:24

I smiled, but did not tell her that I am 31.
I asked: are you Indian?
-No, I am from Pakistan.

Come on ladies if you are looking for a husband with Canadian passport, take your chance.

That’s funny, in all these 30 years in Iran, nobody wants me for her son, I did not have even one suitor, and now in Canada where people criticize arranged marriage, I have found my first suitor. Big step. Isn’t it?