A little something I wrote a couple of years back in an attempt to explain the Persian New Year, Nowruz… Since the celebrations are just around the corner and my Persians around the world have already started with the spring-cleaning and purchasing of every item resembling the most colourful season of the year, I though it would be fitting to repost this blog entry.
That and the fact that I will be totally obsessing over this holiday for the next few weeks. So a little intro to what it is about might decrease confusions.
I was born on the 26th of December, to a family who does not celebrate Christmas. And although I admire the German Christmas markets and the Glühwein and the smell of cinnamon and baked apple, I cannot connect with this holiday. My years in Bristol and all the childhood memories do not help either. Maybe it’s due to my unparalleled devotion to the Persian New Year that nothing can come close, not even my own birthday.
I have spent the last few weeks explaining Nowruz to my non-Persian friends receiving a lot of oohs and aaahs from the audience. My recent research proposal on the Shaahnameh encouraged my motivation to explain as thorough as I could, for I have learned through the study, and the discussions with non-Iranians, not everything is presented in the sheer light that it deserves. During lunch with a friend a few days ago, I explained the customs that…
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