نوروز در تهران : نوشته جوی مدنی : آپادانا نوروز 1388
Without the beloved’s face, the rose is not pleasant.
Without wine, spring is not pleasant.
گل بىرخ یار خوش نباشد
بىباده بهار خوش نباشد
breezing in the prairie and going around the garden.
Is no fun without a blushed beauty.
طرف چمن و طواف بستان
بىلالهعذار خوش نباشد
Dance of Cypress, form of a flower.
Is no fun without a nightingale's singing.
رقصیدن سرو و حالت گل
بى صوت هزار خوش نباشد
from :Hafiz of Shiraz
Images of Iran 1970-1974
Nowruz in Tehran
In the Spring of 1969, in a house in the quiet suburb of Banstead, South of London, where I grew up, Nasser told my father “I want your Joy to be my joy” Father was delighted to hand me over and replied “You can’t take her away too soon.” Of course, he meant ‘don’t leave for Iran too quickly’ but we never stopped teasing him over his remark. As part of the Wedding Service, the Minister asks, “Who giveth this woman to be married to this man?” The Bride’s father, loudly and too eagerly replies, “I do
Thus it was that on the Birthday of the Prophet Mohammad, Peace be on him, Nasser and I were married and I prepared for an unknown future in the land of the Peacock Throne. My dear brother-in law, Mohammad, has kindly asked me to record some of the impression gained during the 4 years, Nasser and I, lived in the spacious flat, at Koucheh Zomorod, Amirabad-e-Shomali, Tehran. Nasser was teaching physics as a Nimcheh Ostad,- students’ description – at Daneshgah-e-Melli and I worked in the Psychology Library of Tehran University.
May I state at the outset that the serious subjects of theology, literature, ecology and politics will not be included in my contributions. They are all of great interest to me but are better dealt with elsewhere.
So what events and impressions stay in my mind these forty years on?
First is the overwhelming kindness and generosity of the welcome given to me by the family. The problem of a foreign non-Farsi speaking newcomer was met with constructive steps to ease my entry. Maryam and Manouchehr came to 29 Mohajer Street to help translate and to explain the customs of Norooz into which whirlpool of ‘Did-o-Bazdeed’ I was thrown.
Two images of that time stand out. Brother-in-law Ahmad detailed the history of the creation of the world. The Bull standing on the back of the Fish swimming in the Sea of Eternity gets tired of carrying the world on one horn, and exactly at the moment of Tahveel bounces it onto the other horn. Ahmad asked me to watch the egg on the Table of Haft Seen, as he explained that the truth of the creation story will be demonstrated. The egg would roll off the table at the exact moment. Mercifully, the egg was hard-boiled so no harm came to the beautiful Persian Rug on the floor when that happened. I will not reveal Ahmad’s secret; you must ask him yourself.
The second impression is of the necessity to take Mohammad with us on all New Year visits, as he was the only member of the family who could eat five oranges in row and thereby satisfy our hosts. Thank you Mohammad.
Watch this space for an account of the delights of Chahar Shanbeh Soori.
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Mrs. Joy Madani got a BSc. Hons. in Sociology from London University in1956 and a MPhil. in Psychology from the University of Southampton in 1970.
B. Sc. stands for Bachelor of Science, Hons for honours, (it means it was not diluted by other subjects), M. Phil for Master of Philosophy