{"id":311,"date":"2007-08-22T11:19:32","date_gmt":"2007-08-22T11:19:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/nucleus-import\/?p=311"},"modified":"2007-08-22T11:19:32","modified_gmt":"2007-08-22T11:19:32","slug":"so-you-know-by-mahnaz-badihian","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/so-you-know-by-mahnaz-badihian\/","title":{"rendered":"So you know-by: Mahnaz Badihian"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"rightbox\"><img src='https:\/\/mahmag.org\/nucleus-import\/media\/2\/20070822-mahnaz2.JPG' width='131' height='185' alt='null' \/><\/div>\n<p>\n<b>So you know<\/b><br \/>\n<i>for Hooshang<\/i><\/p>\n<p>I will write to you,<br \/>\nSo you know,<br \/>\nIn this strange land,<br \/>\nI am alive, and my blood which is<br \/>\nFloating in your veins,<br \/>\nStill sings the song<br \/>\nWhich our father used to hum<br \/>\nIn our mother\u2019s ear.<!--more-->We were kids then,<br \/>\nAnd together we planted the sky,<br \/>\nWith all the wandering stars<br \/>\nin our brick pond.<br \/>\nAnd broke all the walls.<br \/>\nThe whole world was our little room<br \/>\nWhich had a big window to the world.<br \/>\nOur shared room had a corner for<br \/>\nFather to read newspapers,<br \/>\nAnd you reading Rumi.<br \/>\nAnd for mother to cite Hafez.<br \/>\nWhile whispering with her tired insides<br \/>\nShaking her head.<br \/>\nI am writing to you, so you remember<br \/>\nthose hairs that you pulled for fun<br \/>\nThese days are greeting winter,<br \/>\nAnd spring plants<br \/>\nwhite flowers on them.<br \/>\nThe boat which was getting us<br \/>\nCloser and closer to Zayande rud River,<br \/>\nNow facing coldness.<br \/>\nSeparation of cruel waves, <br \/>\nThrows us in an ocean of loneliness.<br \/>\nI am writing to you,<br \/>\nSo you remember life is nothing<br \/>\nBut the moments that grab and demolish youth<br \/>\nBut the short standing of nothing<br \/>\nOur luck.<br \/>\nOr flaming Cold.<br \/>\nThe song that I sang with you<br \/>\nIs the voice of life<br \/>\nThe song that filled our hearts forever<br \/>\n&#8212;<br \/>\nmahnaz badihian<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So you know for Hooshang I will write to you, So you know, In this strange land, I am alive, and my blood which is Floating in your veins, Still sings the song Which our father used to hum In our mother\u2019s ear.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":546,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[45],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/311"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/546"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=311"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/311\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=311"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=311"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=311"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}