I had a hard long week. It seemed like a long time even though it was just a week. I sort of lost my confidence and worried too much. I could not control myself. I felt very weak. Now I feel much better. My mom always gives me strength and reminds me to be positve and to believe in myself.

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.