Shideh, thanks for the post. The images are beautiful. One of the pictures that caught my attention: the one of the three men sitting with prayer beads dangling from their wrists. The image reminded me of one of my father’s friends, Mihan. He was from Iran; his wife was American and they and their two children were settled in a nice home with a pool. I would often spend weekends at their house playing with the kids. Uncle Mihan did not seem to be a particularly religious man and there wasn’t much in their household that would distinguish it as being distinctly “Irani”; yet, he would always carry prayer beads in one hand, clicking them one by one. The image of the men sitting in Iran made me think, what do we carry with us and why can we not let go? What is so powerful about our traditions and culture that we continue to carry them out even in environments where they seem to have little purpose? And what things in our culture can we compromise on and what should we never let go of?
Uncle Mihan tragically passed away from cancer, may he rest in peace. He may have been surprised to know that one day I would remember him after seeing a picture of men in Iran. It is interesting how he, like so many individuals we encounter, left an indelible impression on my life.