It is probably too soon for me to come back here and write about anything other than the deep sorrow I was embraced in during the past few weeks. The death of my grandfather and the tragic passing away of my mentor, uncle, and friend, Mohsen Ebrahim, kept me away from thinking about a new post. As this electronic notebook will later be my diary, I write to leave this sorrow here and be able to step out of it; I write to forget; and I write to make these distressing incidents a part of history—as history is nothing but forgetting.
© 2010 Foad Torshizi
