Hello Fiza Jaan,
This morning I was getting ready for work and was just thinking about YOU and how much I admire your writing style-so captivating. Recently I have had this urge and desire to capture moments/memories/stories etc. My dream would be to start writing and compiling Pashtu lullabies and stories for babies (comes from being a new mom!).
But then I was just thinking about your post about your Nani (grandma) which had me thinking about my Nani and what a ding dong I was for not writing down her amazing and moving life stories or even recording them on a cassette. I had the privilege of spending a whole summer with her in 2003 while she was ill and coping with her hip replacement surgery. Every day my Babo would tell me stories of her upbringing, hardships, connections and losses. Her stories were so captivating and moving that I would just cry inside in her presences but shed tears when I was out of her sight.
That post of yours gave me a major flashback and made me start to think of our parents and how one day their stories may also be lost and with it a big part of our histories if they are not captured. All this started to make me think about you and me - how two neighboring countries are tied politically, economically, historically and through us emotionally. We both have families and countries that have gone through many struggles and challenges but somehow I feel like the neighbors may be oblivious at some point to that. I believe that there is a grassroots dialogue that may be missing between the two cultures, countries and neighbors...a genuine from me to you kind of conversations.
Then I remembered our experiences together, our times, our laughs and exchanges which made me think, well, wouldn't it be nice to share with the world how two neighbors meet in an unexpected place...America! The background we each come from, the web of stories from our parents, families and ancestors that have shaped us and how that became an integral part of our being today but somehow have linked us into ONE as Neighbors.
I hope all this is making sense to you because I feel like I am rambling now and am still kind of making sense of the idea...but I guess my point is that it would be awesome if somehow we collaborate on a book that defines these two neighbors who meet overseas to understand eachother and grow love for one another - home away from home.
Peace & Love,
Zarena
This morning I was getting ready for work and was just thinking about YOU and how much I admire your writing style-so captivating. Recently I have had this urge and desire to capture moments/memories/stories etc. My dream would be to start writing and compiling Pashtu lullabies and stories for babies (comes from being a new mom!).
But then I was just thinking about your post about your Nani (grandma) which had me thinking about my Nani and what a ding dong I was for not writing down her amazing and moving life stories or even recording them on a cassette. I had the privilege of spending a whole summer with her in 2003 while she was ill and coping with her hip replacement surgery. Every day my Babo would tell me stories of her upbringing, hardships, connections and losses. Her stories were so captivating and moving that I would just cry inside in her presences but shed tears when I was out of her sight.
That post of yours gave me a major flashback and made me start to think of our parents and how one day their stories may also be lost and with it a big part of our histories if they are not captured. All this started to make me think about you and me - how two neighboring countries are tied politically, economically, historically and through us emotionally. We both have families and countries that have gone through many struggles and challenges but somehow I feel like the neighbors may be oblivious at some point to that. I believe that there is a grassroots dialogue that may be missing between the two cultures, countries and neighbors...a genuine from me to you kind of conversations.
Then I remembered our experiences together, our times, our laughs and exchanges which made me think, well, wouldn't it be nice to share with the world how two neighbors meet in an unexpected place...America! The background we each come from, the web of stories from our parents, families and ancestors that have shaped us and how that became an integral part of our being today but somehow have linked us into ONE as Neighbors.
I hope all this is making sense to you because I feel like I am rambling now and am still kind of making sense of the idea...but I guess my point is that it would be awesome if somehow we collaborate on a book that defines these two neighbors who meet overseas to understand eachother and grow love for one another - home away from home.
Peace & Love,
Zarena
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