I packed my bookbag for tomorrow’s torture, school. Well, it’s not that bad to be honest. We went to Tyson’s corner and had a drink at Starbucks. I had a caramel Frappuccino. It is now 4:25 and we will go to a restaurant at 5. We will have the delicious Iranian kabob, yum.
The Unlimited Sky
That blue wall above is so unbelievably big that you think anything is possible. This world is full of possibilities, so many opportunities, and so many unanswered questions. You see the sun set and you think it is over. You see the sun rise and everything is alive again. If there are so many possibilities why don’t we take a risk and use these possiblities to make a difference. Why are we scared of changes, of alterations?

I’ve joined the volleyball team. It’s pretty good so far. I’m not a sports person, but I thought I’d give it a try. School starts on Monday. I’m nervous. It’s going to be a difficult year. I will stay positive though. My brother leaves on Tuesday. It was real nice to have him with us. We’re going to miss him. When I was little I didn’t know how great my siblings were until they were gone.
Life is still going on. I’m just going to relax, I’ll try. Besides I still have two days.

It seems like I had more to write about when I was in Iran. I guess it was because it was a new experience and because I had never written anything about it.
I still feel as though it was dream, but either way it was great. It was so great to see my land again and to walk among the people I once knew. Or I thought I knew. The people were great. They were cool and were fun to be around with. Iran is a great country, if you don’t look at its government. It always was.
So once again, I had an awsome Summer, one that I will always remember.

We live close to Washington, though we don’t see it often. It is a nice city with beautiful surroundings. It is also beautified by its history. To me New York was more alive, probably because of its many tourists. Washington doesn’t shine like New York, yet both are beautiful in their own ways.

We attended an Iranian-Afghani wedding yesterday. The wedding was held at a Marriot hotel in D.C. Most women had their heads covered. Dance was not allowed, though music was playing. They made some speeches for the bride and the groom. The groom and the bride had invited their American friends as well. At the end of the ceremony the room was divided. On the right side there were ladies who wanted to dance without anyone seeing them. The rest were on the left side. It was a bit of a surprise to see this in America

We got back home safely. It was a very enjoyable trip especially because of my brother’s presence.
When I think of all these happy times, I know that life is great. There’s no doubt about it. Of course everyone’s life is different. To me the happy times count, though I learn from all of it, happy or sad.
I have 10 more days left before school starts. I am hoping to have a good year.

When you set foot in a place to begin a life you don’t know what will become of that life. Or maybe you do. You are not aware of the changes that take place and you might not expect any surprises, but we all know that life is full of them.
As an 8 year-old I never expected to live in America or even to leave my land. I never imagined that my time was going to be very short and unfortunately I didn’t know how precious life was.
Right now life is acceptable for me. I have accepted the past and the present and I don’t regret any part of my life.

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A minute ago I didn’t know what to write about. I couldn’t write about love because I don’t know what love is. I couldn’t write about happiness because it is different for everyone. For me happiness is being with my family and enjoying life. For someone else happiness might be a glass of cold water or a chocolate cake. To a homeless happiness can be a home with a nice cozy blanket. To a starving man happiness can be a piece of bread. To a rich family happiness can be a new Mercedes or a villa near the ocean. To a little kid happiness can be a toy with mom and dad.
I can’t write about sadness because it brings pain. I can’t write about the world simply because I haven’t yet seen it all.
I have an opportunity to write and let others see it. I write in a cool room, with music, and a computer. Somewhere out there, someone else might be writing, but in a small space, with an almost broken pencil, with lots of disturbing noise, too much heat, and no one to show it to.

My parents looked at the many photos I had taken from Iran. As I saw, I stepped into them and the memories reminisced.
My relatives saw me as an older, wiser, and a changed person. A very different person from the one they used to know. Now that I’m back I feel even more changed.
The future keeps knocking on my door and I get worried. I try to enjoy my life without thinking of tomorrow or the day after.
I already had fifteen years of life and there is more to come.
I don’t want to be famous, but I want to be noticed. I want to be unique. I want to be remembered.

Saturday mornings people go to the mall and spend their morning and part of their afternoon shopping.
The road is clear. Not too many cars. Not too much traffic. It is a joy to drive.
At home music can play loudly.
At the movies people quiet down when the film starts.
People are not allowed to smoke in public places.
Choosing a comfortable outfit is not a problem.
Writing is not a crime.
Speaking is not wrong.
Dreaming is allowed.
Success exists.
Freedom is a word.
Love is a reality.