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بهمن ۲۹، ۱۴۰۳

Film: Universal Language

 

      "How do we take it out of ice?" How do we carve a meaningful life out of the mundane?

Watching Universal Language (["در فارسی "آواز بوقلمون]) at TIFF last week was truly refreshing. If Macondo is the mythical town Márquez created in One Hundred Years of Solitude, then this tiny Farsi-speaking town in Winnipeg, Canada, is the fictional world Mathew Rankin and his team have brilliantly brought to life. They made it so realistic and believable that, by the end of the movie, someone from Manitoba sitting next to us turned and asked, "Does such a city really exist?"

The film is a thrilling fusion of Iranian and Canadian life experiences. As an Iranian-Canadian who has lived in the Toronto area for over 20 years, it was uplifting and joyful to see how seamlessly they crafted this comedy-satire—one that critiques yet never bends to despair. The Farsi language used in the film is humorous, the Farsi signs are brilliant, and I loved that the filmmakers didn’t try to translate everything, trusting that the film could still connect with a wide audience.

In his interview, Mathew Rankin beautifully described the movie as a radical act of kindness. The film is a poetic satire—philosophical and filled with deep reflections on human life and regret. But it doesn’t linger there; it moves beyond, leaving us—the viewers—wrapped in kindness and the lightness of laughter.

And the music choices? Loved them.

Bottom line: You have to watch it!


https://youtu.be/y-373fptEXI?si=AdwdSoiuJMFyeHKa


خرداد ۱۹، ۱۳۹۹


It is an amazing thing just to be alive these days.
The rest,
the blue blue blue sky, 
the glorious shades of green, 
the delightful birds chirping, 
are a bonus.
But you!
You must be a dream.


For my "sonshines" and their hugs
June, 2020

اسفند ۱۹، ۱۳۹۸



Yesterday I thought of having a short conversation with my kids about International Women’s Day. 
My 6-yo son, Ryka, made a funny frowned face and exclaimed: “But You’re Not a Woman!”
“Oh, no? What am I?”
“Grandma is a woman!”
“Oh! So, am I a little girl?”
We laughed. I corrected his developing dictionary with the broader definition of “womanhood”. Not sure if I could persuade him about it though.
My soon to be 10-yo son, Rodeen, had heard about IWD in school. He asked “Is there any International Day for Boys as well?”
“No sweetie! There was no need for it. Do you know why?”
“Because boys have been luckier?”
“True. Because up until 100 years ago people believed boys are better than girls.”
They made silly noises and cheered up with joy that “Yeah! Boys are better!”
That reminded me of my own childhood. How such silly remarks used to trigger my true fury, how hard I used to try to prove them all wrong.

It is not easy to explain gender discrimination to young children when they cannot even imagine how things used to be. Or, worse, they have no idea how invisible discrimination is still going on, even though we live in an inequality-aware society – in Canada.
I had to make my point short and sweet. So I just asked: “Do you remember Anne of Green Gables? The first day when Anne arrived with lost of hope for her new home, but the adopting family were disappointed to receive a girl instead of a boy?”
“Oh yeah!”
Their faces became serious – a bit sad with empathy. I was so sure they remembered that episode of Anne with an E. Season one, episode one. I remember how Rodeen was touched back then by understanding the discrimination against girls. That episode had done what I had to do in countless boring speeches and examples and explanations: it had showed them how someone would feel when being discriminated against for a nonsense belief.

Most children have a strong sense of justice and fairness. They feel when things are “not fair”. #Anne with an E series (https://g.co/kgs/5fnr6W ) has been very successful to show various kinds of discrimination such as gender, race, and sexual orientation discrimination, delicately explained for younger audience. That made it a lot easier for me to talk about why do we need IWD.

دی ۰۳، ۱۳۹۸

Something to read



Something you want, something you need
Something to wear, and something to read


If the last item is on your gift list, I'd like to suggest “Proof I was here” for yourself, and “Wonder” for kids 9 year-old and above.

“Proof I was here” is Becky Blake’s first novel that was published this year in 2019. I came across Blake’s work by reading her short stories and I loved them so much that I translated two of them so far. She soon became one of my favorite Canadian authors.

Her writing style is simple and honest; she doesn’t try to impress the reader, and yet she never fails to surprise us with smallest things that first seem trivial, but then make a deep heartfelt connection and leave a profound mark on soul.

“Proof I was here” is about a young Canadian woman who moves to Barcelona, Spain, to join her fiancé, but they break up after only a week. Unwilling to return to Toronto, she turns to life on the streets. Living among pickpockets, squatters and graffiti artists, she takes us to a journey to to explore concepts such as belonging, security, and human connection and interactions.

The following is a part from the book “Proof I was here”:
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The beer seller was speaking quickly to Manu in heavily accented Spanish. I thought I heard something about money, the word marijuana maybe. After a few minutes, he turned to me, smoothing down his mustache. “Where are you from?” he asked in English.
“Canada.”
“Canada?”
“Yes.”
“My cousin lives in Canada!” He put his hand over his heart. “Céline Dion! Niagara Falls!” He started to sing “My heart will go on.” He had a good voice. After a few bars he stopped. “What city?”
“Toronto.”
“Toronto! My cousin lives in Toronto! Kipling and 401! Do you know where this is?”
“Yes.” The trade school where I studies graphic design was out there. It was an ugly part of the city – just a bunch of highways and industrial strip malls near the airport, noisy airplanes flying overhead.
“It’s very nice – my cousin told me.” The beer seller looked out to sea. “Someday I will go there. Maybe to live.”
I recognized the expression on his face – I’d felt the same way about moving to Spain – but it was hard for me to imagine that someone’s dream could be to go on Highway 401 and Kipling Avenue in Toronto.
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“Wonder” by R.J. Palacio, has already been a New York Times best seller since it was published in 2012. There is a movie based on this novel – with the same name, starring Julia Roberts and Owen Wilson.

I read Wonder with my grade 3 son this past summer. We made a deal to finish reading the book before watching the movie. We took turn reading it, each one read a page aloud for the other one. The experience was just ah-mazing.

Reading aloud is such an emotional experience. I cried several times, although I tried hard not to! I bet the same words wouldn’t make me teary, had I read the book only to myself. But reading to my 9-year-old about life's unfairness and unexpectedness, challenging people along our way, and losing our loved ones; as well as reading about life’s joyful moments, friendship, trust, kindness, wonderful people and things that keep us going on despite everything else, was emotional beyond my expectations.

This book is a great choice to read together probably because it has several narrators: we hear the story of August told by himself, his sister, and his friends. We also hear his parents' concerns.

“Wonder” is a story of a grade 5 student, August, who is different from all other his classmates. While we keep saying that nobody is perfect, August cannot hide his very obvious imperfection. He has to face it, accept his problem for the rest of his life, and learn how to deal with it. 

As parents, we often think our children live a perfect life, but is that how they feel?
For as long as human lives, human struggles with all kinds of new challenges. 
Our children have a world of their own, including concerns of their own. As our kids grow older, they’ll experience discrimination, injustice, friend’s betrayal, and classmates influence. They uncover unwritten rules about measuring success, individual’s differences and life limitations.

While August’s problem is one of the very extreme ones, reading his story helps our children to be able to relate it to the challenges they face themselves. To know that they are not alone. To understand and respect each others’ differences, learn about what is cool and what is harmful, and how to remain strong and hopeful.

One of the best conversations we ever had was when we watched the movie in the end, and my son told me “the book was way more better than the movie!” To which I took the glorious opportunity to reply “Books are always better than movies!”
Watching with the rest of the family, he bragged about which part of the book was not covered in the movie, or how they were not able to show all the important details about when the family dog died – “that’s when mom cried” he explained.  We also talked about how much the characters in the movie differed from the characters that we had imagined in mind while reading the book. I said I liked Julia Roberts for the mom role and didn’t think Owen Wilson was the best choice to play the dad, while he disagreed – he liked Owen to play the dad role. And that disagreement, hearing his personal opinion, going through this whole conversation, was a pure delight to experience. I may even say, it was one of the best ever book talk of my life.


The following is a part from the book “Wonder”:
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Some things you just can’t explain. You don’t even try. You don’t know where to start. All your sentences would jumble up like a giant knot if you opened your mouth. Any words you use, would come out wrong.
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اردیبهشت ۲۲، ۱۳۹۸

Mother's Day


   As mothers, we don't always receive hearts and flowers and rainbows. Sometimes, what we receive is a painting like this, which I love and adore as much as any hearts and flowers. It's a certificate of my luckiness. I have to explain what you see in this picture is not a dinosaur or something like that: It is a picture of me drawn by my 5 year old, Ryka.




   Here is the little story behind it: It was almost 9pm. I was exhausted of reminding the boys (then 8 and 5 year old) that it is past sleep time. They were running around, screaming, jumping on the bed, wrestling, making funny noises as if it was only 9am. It took me a while until I could eventually send them both to the bathroom so they could brush their teeth and we could start the sleep routine; But the silliness continued...until I lost it and screamed like crazy mamas do.
There was a moment of silence where they both looked at me in shock. I think they had just noticed me standing there behind them. As Rodeen started to grab his toothbrush, Ryka left the bathroom without saying a word, went straight to his bedroom, took a piece of paper and started drawing. Just like that. Rodeen and I followed him. I asked him what was he doing? Why was he drawing a dinosaur all of a sudden?

“It is not a dinosaur! This is you when you yell!”

We laughed and hugged and I had to apologize.

I've posted his painting on the wall to remind me how lucky I am to be the mother of these incredible individuals. This beautiful soul showed me the most civilized protest in all his might. I don’t remember anyone has ever been able to teach me anything as strong and profound as what he did with no extra words.


Motherhood is not all hearts and flowers. Sometimes –if not most of the times– it is like walking a tightrope, you are not allowed to make a single wrong move; But If you did, hopefully you are lucky enough to grab the little hands that can pull you up and bring you back to balance.