{"id":476,"date":"2009-11-07T16:14:03","date_gmt":"2009-11-07T16:14:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/nucleus-import\/?p=476"},"modified":"2009-11-07T16:14:03","modified_gmt":"2009-11-07T16:14:03","slug":"bejan-baran-diaspora","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/bejan-baran-diaspora\/","title":{"rendered":"Bejan Baran\/Diaspora"},"content":{"rendered":"
bejan baran<\/div>\n

\nPerhaps, some day,
\na sunny day,
\non the sidewalk, down the street
\nfilled with pigeons …<\/p>\n

Between two sycamore trees,
\nGrandma slowly appears –
\nwith a persimmon in her right hand
\nand a pomegranate in the left.
\nShe puts \u2018m in my pockets.
\nHolds my right hand,
\ndrawing circles on my palm
\nwith her pointing finger, saying:
\n
\nGily gily houzak.
\nMorqak umad a\u2019b bokhore,
\nOfta\u2019d tu houzak.
\n <\/i>
\nThen, counting my fingers,
\nStarting with the little finger, saying:
\n
\nIn goft daresh biya\u2019rim.
\nIn goft bekoshimesh.
\nIn goft bepazimesh.
\nIn goft bekhorimesh.
\nIn goft sahme mane kaleh gondeh ku?
\nMorqak par zad, sare golboteh neshest.2 <\/i><\/p>\n

Closed my eyes, she put her finger on my nose.
\nShe slowly disappeared.
\n*
\nOpened my eyes, I see my sister, running to the house.
\n*
\nOh, my little sister!
\nYou’re so lucky, going back home.
\nYou’ll find new friends –
\nboys and girls.
\nI’m sure, you’ll have fun
\nto put your new clothes on,
\nwalking with ma and pa,
\nvisiting folks you know.
\nEveryday, getting up
\nto face new faces –
\nwho will adore you. <\/p>\n

You leave behind
\nyour brother –
\nall alone in a foreign land –
\nand your friends
\nwho can’t share school secrets with you. <\/p>\n

You pick up the phone and call Joan.
\nIt is her birthday –
\nand yours too.
\nShe has a gift for you;
\nbut can’t give it to you,
\nfor you are no more her neighbor.
\nYou ask her about other kids.
\n*
\nOverhearing your talk,
\na volcano builds up in me
\noverflows at the top
\ndrops of fire on my face.
\n*
\nWhy leaving friends behind?
\nWhy can’t we stop the time?
\nWhen do we see ‘m again
\nif we ever see ‘m again?
\nWhen can we say things we used to say
\nwhen do we whisper or cry? <\/p>\n

Perhaps, some day,
\na sunny day,
\non the sidewalk, down the street
\nfilled with pigeons
\na familiar face flashes up in the crowd
\nbringing you into the labyrinth of memories. <\/p>\n

Perhaps, some day,
\na rainy day,
\nreading the paper by a foggy window,
\nyou ‘ll see a familiar name. <\/p>\n

Life is a train of memories
\nreceding in a foggy course.
\n*
\nNow the call is over,
\nyou run to pa and ma crying;
\nand I load up the trunk
\nwith your baggage.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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