{"id":449,"date":"2009-08-10T13:15:07","date_gmt":"2009-08-10T13:15:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/nucleus-import\/?p=449"},"modified":"2009-08-10T13:15:07","modified_gmt":"2009-08-10T13:15:07","slug":"the-ancient-mustache-hair-mahnaz-badihian-oba","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/the-ancient-mustache-hair-mahnaz-badihian-oba\/","title":{"rendered":"The Ancient Mustache Hair \/ Mahnaz Badihian (oba)"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"leftbox\"><img src='https:\/\/mahmag.org\/nucleus-import\/media\/2\/20090812-Scan08032009_215630.jpg' width='170' height='219' alt='mahnaz badihian' \/><\/div>\n<p>\nWith a few simple words he said<br \/>\n\u201cI hope you&#8217;re not tired my love\u201d<br \/>\nAnd I was so happy that someone<br \/>\nunderstood my weariness<br \/>\nit felt like a sugar cube melting in my heart.<br \/>\n<!--more--><br \/>\n&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p><b>The Ancient Mustache Hair<\/b> <i>by Mahnaz Badihian (Oba<\/i>)<\/p>\n<p>Even though my lover<br \/>\nwith strong green hands<br \/>\nwas never born<\/p>\n<p>And I didn&#8217;t have a chance<br \/>\nto nap under his kind skin<br \/>\nduring my daily burden<\/p>\n<p>I always saw my lover in my dreams<br \/>\nwith his smiling eyes filled<br \/>\nwith loving words which slowly<br \/>\nseeped toward my secluded porch<br \/>\nfrom the plains of tranquility.<\/p>\n<p>His breath always smelled <br \/>\nof chrysanthemums<br \/>\nand his body was filled <br \/>\nwith silent shadows<\/p>\n<p>I always saw visions of my lover <br \/>\nwith his sunburnt skin and <br \/>\nlong, luscious black hair<br \/>\nand that thousand year old hair strand<br \/>\non his mustache.<\/p>\n<p>With a few simple words he said<br \/>\n\u201cI hope you&#8217;re not tired my love\u201d<br \/>\nAnd I was so happy that someone<br \/>\nunderstood my weariness<br \/>\nit felt like a sugar cube melting in my heart.<\/p>\n<p>Where is my lover?  Maybe right before his birth,<br \/>\nfrom the trauma caused by a wicked demon,<br \/>\nhe died in a pool of his mother&#8217;s blood.<\/p>\n<p>Now with my pale skin I am with my daughter<br \/>\nwho has never experienced my suffering of womanhood<br \/>\nAnd I am with my son who I&#8217;ve always<br \/>\ndeceived into thinking that I&#8217;m not<br \/>\nwaiting for my imaginary lover.<\/p>\n<p>Now, everyday I return home <br \/>\nwith a bouquet of chrysanthemums.<\/p>\n<p>\n<i>   &#8211; Translated from the Persian by Mahnaz Badihian &amp; Andres Alfaro<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>With a few simple words he said \u201cI hope you&#8217;re not tired my love\u201d And I was so happy that someone understood my weariness it felt like a sugar cube melting in my heart.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":548,"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\/449"}],"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\/548"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=449"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/449\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=449"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=449"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=449"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}