It's Winter Downunder and Yalda... Since we were little kids it was always my grandpa who would open the Hafez and read it to us. Since he’s not among us anymore we used his version of Hafez in his memory. As I made a wish my uncle opened a page and started reciting the poem. He even managed to find a relation between the poem and my lust for travel while my cousins were insisting on finding features of my future husband in it. Me? Rolling my eyes instead!… However, Hafez seemed to think a glass of wine is all I need and before we know it we were off to my next cousin trying to find what her expecting baby’s name is going to be. As you can predict, we don’t take things very seriously here! It’s more of an excuse to feast our ears to his wise words and probably just giggle. 😉
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It's Winter Downunder and Yalda... Since we were little kids it was always my grandpa who would open the Hafez and read it to us. Since he’s not among us anymore we used his version of Hafez in his memory. As I made a wish my uncle opened a page and started reciting the poem. He even managed to find a relation between the poem and my lust for travel while my cousins were insisting on finding features of my future husband in it. Me? Rolling my eyes instead!… However, Hafez seemed to think a glass of wine is all I need and before we know it we were off to my next cousin trying to find what her expecting baby’s name is going to be. As you can predict, we don’t take things very seriously here! It’s more of an excuse to feast our ears to his wise words and probably just giggle. 😉