{"id":482,"date":"2009-12-14T09:37:42","date_gmt":"2009-12-14T09:37:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/nucleus-import\/?p=482"},"modified":"2009-12-14T09:37:42","modified_gmt":"2009-12-14T09:37:42","slug":"sobhaneh-by-mahnaz-badihian","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/sobhaneh-by-mahnaz-badihian\/","title":{"rendered":"Sobhaneh*   by Mahnaz Badihian"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"leftbox\"><img src='https:\/\/mahmag.org\/nucleus-import\/media\/2\/20090727-mahnaz...........JPG' width='66' height='99' alt='mahnaz badihian' \/><\/div>\n<p>\nListening to father\u2019s rhythmic movement around the house<br \/>\nI could hear the softness of his black leather shoes<br \/>\nAs he put them on, and holding<br \/>\nA white china bowl painted with red roses<!--more-->&#8230;<b><\/p>\n<p>Sobhaneh*<\/p>\n<p>\nWhile mother was in bed<br \/>\nAnd the morning dew still fresh<br \/>\nI lay in the quiet <br \/>\nCurled under a wool comforter<br \/>\nListening to father\u2019s rhythmic movement around the house<br \/>\nI could hear the softness of his black leather shoes<br \/>\nAs he put them on, and holding<br \/>\nA white china bowl painted with red roses<br \/>\nHeaded towards the big wooden door.<br \/>\nIt opened with the familiar creak<br \/>\nAnd minutes later I hear the same noise again<br \/>\nAs Father returned the bowl <br \/>\nFilled with honey and butter<\/p>\n<p>And stacks of fresh bread called Sangak <br \/>\nJust came out of the oven<br \/>\nFather pours water in the samovar to boil <br \/>\nLays cloth, a Sofreh<br \/>\nOver the red Persian rug and sets out<br \/>\nThe bowl and the bread with <br \/>\nA basket of mixed fresh herbs,<br \/>\nHe then calls my mother&#8217;s name<br \/>\nHis voice is loud.<br \/>\nA few minutes later he is sitting while 8 hungry hands<br \/>\nDip sangak in the bowl one by one<\/p>\n<p>And now many years after he has gone<br \/>\nEveryday before the sun rises I see him<br \/>\nPutting on his black leather shoes on, or coming back<br \/>\nWith the white bowl in his hand,<br \/>\nA faint smile on his face<br \/>\n<\/b><br \/>\n<i>*breakfast in Persian<\/i><br \/>\n&#8230;..<br \/>\n<i>In memory of my father 10 years ago this month<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Listening to father\u2019s rhythmic movement around the house I could hear the softness of his black leather shoes As he put them on, and holding A white china bowl painted with red roses<\/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\/482"}],"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=482"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/482\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=482"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=482"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=482"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}