I must now come to excruciating terms with the fact that I am not, indeed, in Iran at one of the most important junctions of her history. No amount of blog reading or facebook posting will replace this fact. Where were you in '79, I ask the generation of my parents. Where were you in '09, others will ask me. I was in Bangladesh, close, but no cigar. And as the guilt and tears and hopelessness subside, I must wake up and remember why I have come here. I'll soldier on and accept, once again, what I cannot change and fight to change those things I refuse to accept.
I know exactly how you feel. My friend Hoda sent me a link to your post after I wrote about feeling precisely the same thing. I am in the US and will soon be in Armenia--so close and yet so far. I have long wished that I was old enough to have been in Iran in 1979, and now 2009 passes me by as well. I wanted to drop you a line to say, well, at least there is someone out there who feels the same.
ReplyDeletetashakkor Alexander jaan! but you need not feel helpless anymore! I am organizing demonstrations and drafting statements here in Dhaka. You can do the same in Armenia. I believe that demonstrations in Yerevan and Dhaka will go much farther than those in American or European capitals.
ReplyDeletepeace,
hanif