233. Why our own little garden had no apples
Today, Nowruz, the Persian New Year and spring equinox, is being celebrated in Iran, symbolizing renewal of nature, rebirth, and the triumph of light over darkness.
Nowruz, meaning "New Day," is celebrated to mark the Iranian New Year, symbolizing rebirth, fostering family bonds, and promoting peace and solidarity.
On the day of Nowruz, I present here a poem written by Hamid Mossadegh, translated from Persian into English by Kaveh Tehrani.
You laughed at me
little did you know
the dread with which I had stolen
that apple from our neighbor's garden.
The gardener chased me away angrily
seeing the half-eaten apple in your hands
looked at me with rage-filled eyes.
The bitten apple rolled off your hands onto the earth
and off you went...
But it's been for years
still ringing in my ears
softly
softly
the rustling of your footsteps away
tormenting me over and over again
drowning me in my own thoughts
wondering why our own little garden
had no apples...