Adventures of Mr.Behi

Dance with the sand

Tripoli weather  is very notorious during first half of spring for its unpredicted behavior and for the dust. Any wind coming from south or west, blows sand upon us. Yesterday I was going to the parking to drive home, the western winds were coming strong. I stood there and looked at waves of sand hovering on the surface of the paved road, a mysterious fractal pattern....if I was believing in these things I would have said like ghosts running around. Then I would wonder how the wind could happily do the cha cha with the palm trees, chase the sand to where it destined and at the same time spare time to make me miserable by blowing dust in my eyes :)

Third World

Tonight I heard a quote that I keep wondering about its intellectual spirit since. It was a story from notes written by one of the Iranian most famous scholars in recent years, Professor M. Hesabi. A man with multiple scientific and engineering majors who pioneered a lot of scientific activities and founded various academic institutions. The story is about the time he used to teach in Norway and once was asked by one of his students: "The third world where you came from, how do you define it?" and he apparently came up with an spontaneous answer which he said in his memoirs that as years passed he appeared to become more certain about it. The answer was this: "Third world is the place where your house will be destroyed if you try to build your country and if you try to build your house you shall try to destroy your country".

Link: Prof. Hesabi in Wikipedia

Winds

You work overseas and try to find out how to transfer money to your country. You wonder how to do this as your country is embargoed by many European banks. You search google to find a way and this is the result page...my fingers resisted typing again as if they sensed the bitterness of the answer.

It is a very windy night in Tripoli, there has been a big storm since evening...the sound of the wind that sneaks through the window hinge is more mysterious than the noise of the storm outside. From where these strong winds are coming...have they passed through Iran? Are they so frustrated and restless by the things they saw? Are they also showing that good days of that land are blowing away? Why they rush so much to go to the south? Are they escaping the sea in search for a  dream of a better place? Do they know that they are moving to an endless desert? or maybe they are already aiming for the lush of the equator. Stronger winds are coming from the east, will they stop smelling like blood?

Peace

I wish I had my camera with me....this morning was a windless one along Tripoli coastline. My office is overlooking the sea and the shore is just a few hundred meters away...not even a small wave nor a tiny ripple on the water so much so that I could see the reflection of a big boat in the sea and it was at least a kilometer or two from the shore...and then I watched a small motor boat sailing from far western part of my view towards the east, opening the water like a zipper or perhaps like a very skillful tailor...two wave fronts started drifting so slowly from each other, so quietly and gently as if they did not want to disturb the nap of the coast, generating a wedge of slightly darker colour...the boat was long gone off from sight on the east side of my view and the small front wave has still not reached the shore...

Now it is around sunset and I am writing to cool my head off a little after a long day...the sea..still peaceful although there are some small ripples here and there...seems that water drops are trying to compete to reach the part of the sea that is coloured by the dusk...it might as well be like a red -orange- carpet for the waves..they know well that people will look mainly towards the sun as she goes down and will say..how beautiful!...only if the waves knew that they are the main source of beauty for the sun as she goes down beyond them...they show the sun plain and simple...like a drifting boat...like a traveller...and we all get the feeling that we shall wave her good by as she is all alone...leaving us once again...

I'm doing good...

From Mrs.Behi : During the last three months my mind was busy with different things like being apart from Mr.Behi every now and then, trying to concentrate and do the stuff that I’ve been supposed to do because of the whole moving to another country’s matter, trying to find the best perspective on the subject of being apart from my family in near future in which, I would avoid myself from the negative thoughts and manage the sad feelings and trying to find out what can I do to make the most of staying in Libya and what are my responsibilities as an individual person for my inside world and as a person who is the wife of our small family and also a little friend of Mr.Behi.

Now I can open my eyes to the coming world full of new adventures, people and cultures which is really exciting. I have my new plans; I cannot explain how much I am eager to see them to be made. I wish I could spread the exact joy that I’m feeling right now to all people, no matter I know them or not...

From now on, NO fear

From Mrs.Behi: Every time I look at one experience that happened in my educational life, I can understand why sometimes I concern too much about the consequences of my plans so that I stop myself from moving furthers, I think the main reason for being such a conservative person in some areas is the fear of not doing things perfectly and this eventually prevents me to welcome "change"  Now I just know that the most important action to me is to minimize my fears so I can actually see my plans that have been hidden sometimes behind them. I’ve been always interested in knowing my true self but when you try to be honest with yourself as well; it’s time to smash the destructive routines.

Well, today after a kind of long break that I gave to myself, I had the story of fear to share with you; I took a little courage to confess about it, it could be the sign of  starting "my smash" ;-).

The precious moments

From Mrs.Behi: My favorite moments are:
When I find the meaningful words that come from the cheerful people, they inspire every part of me and the depth of excitement that I feel in these moments is unbelievable.
When I am at home with my husband and we are watching some good movies from the collection that we made or a number of episodes from some comic series (like Friends) or listening to the new or our favorite songs or telling each other about some new things that we’ve just found out or talking and talking in which we forget about the stuff we were supposed to do.
When my husband and I unconsciously create some new words and gestures that they make our routine chat to amusing and funny one; Sometimes we wonder which one of us was the creator of each of them.
When I have an arrangement to get together with Mr.Behi, it still brings me the exact joy and pleasure that I felt when we used to date about 6 years ago.
When I talk or share my deepest feelings and thoughts with my dearest friend who doesn’t live in Iran anymore. We laugh at unique, funny and unforgettable memories which still are as fresh as their own times.
When I am with my family or talk to them. Sometimes I try to  make sure that all of them are safe and sound especially my parents, I think I try to be assured in order to be able to enjoy my personal life. This could be in favor of myself, I’m wondering if it comes from my selfishness.
And so many other things…, I promise it’s really good to make a list of all the beautiful things that you already have.
I know I should be more appreciative of all these things. As a matter of fact they are my biggest possessions.

I Love to be alive!

From Mrs.Behi: I remember Long time ago I read a book entitled “Emotional Intelligence” by "Daniel Goleman",  while reading, I was amazed by the magnificent power of our brain but after finishing it, one question came to my mind, what is the role of our spirit when the fact is that our reflections, emotions and analyses are the result of chemical reactions in our brain.
I do love immortality; maybe it sounds egotistic. People die as if they’ve never been alive :-(.

Anyway, I'm all alone at the moment and am waiting for Mr.Behi to come. He has done his job successfully as always and I'm so happy for him :-).

Mrs.Behi is on her way

(By Mrs.Behi): Sometimes I imagine I'm walking in a road with different signs and events,each of them from time to time changes my ways,affects the structure of my mind and shakes my beliefs.I don't know how good it is to change throughout several years.
several years ago, I entered university and started studying in the field that I wasn't interested that much (it has its own story) so as a natural result I had to face some difficulties. In Iran it is not easy to change your major in University.
One and half years later I met Mr.Behi exactly in the middle of my struggle. I started to accept the fact that this is the field I'm supposed to study and build my career based on it. I'm not sure that acceptance was the result of meeting Mr.Behi or it happened because I actually was growing up, maybe it was the result of both.
After graduation I needed to give some space to myself in order to find out what should I do for the rest of my life to be satisfied and feel dynamic.
I finally found the answer, four keys for happy life + one desired field to continue my education and I am still in my space! They are intellectually simple,easy to understand, hard to achieve and practise BUT surprisingly possible : peace, wisdom, love, freedom of mind and...Biochemistry! of course for me:-).
I would love to be able to get all of them completely. So far love is the first key that I've been enough blessed to have it perfectly.
In the meantime of having these experiences I have been dealing with different characters, beliefs, attitudes and in some extent with different worlds. Some of them; I believe are impressive and reasonable.
Every new way which I've been turning over is the beginning of a new little discovery; I hope they lead me to a better human being.

Good morning...my frying pan city!

I can feel that each summer is hotter than the one before. With temperature over 40c, you do not like to move at all from your office even when you have to visit your clients (oops!). Downtown has a worsening factor which is the pollution and as I can see it, no one is ready to do something serious about it. Since a long time ago, they put a restricted area in the middle of Tehran where just certain people can drive within working hours (people like doctors, reporters, others) and sadly, "living within the restricted area" does not count as a factor of qualification for getting the permission. That means I have to leave my place before 6:30 a.m to be able to escape the fine (which is ridiculous). The good thing is that it leaves me with one and a half hours of empty office in the morning for doing stuff (like what I am doing!). My morning rush is crazy but fun. I suddenly realise it is 6:00 and I jump for a shower and shave, Without Mrs.Behi who knows exactly what I should ware (she knows what goes with what and what I should wear not to to look like exactly like the week before). Without her, I would look like a freak. My mind is not just designed to be tidy but I am doing my best...oops, I have my morning meeting in 30 minutes and have to prepare something (I mean a cup of instant coffee to stay awake and something to say in the meeting).