As the new year approaches, Iranians get ready to celebrate by kissing each other’s cheeks repeatedly…
However, all celebrations are tinged with a little bit of sorrow in place of loved ones on separate continents and in memory of times when we were all together. When Iranians want to say they miss someone, they say “your place is empty.” As in your place at the dinner table – or more broadly, your place in my life.
I find that generally speaking, Iranians are a jovial bunch. Quick to crack a joke, down for a party and always willing to sit down for tea with friends and family.
But as soon as the topics of Iranian culture or history come up, things turn conspiratorial and/or depressing. Of course there’s no shortage of bad history to account for this and as I work on the project, I find myself focusing on the sorrowful Iran more often than I’d originally hoped. (See 1, 2, 3, 4.) It’s hard not to; so much of the culture centers around mourning. Everyday sayings use analogies of martyrdom and death. Rumi’s poetry, that paragon of Persian society, is defined by sorrowful longing for a lost love. In an upcoming episode, an immigrant – my mom – longs for a home that doesn’t seem to exist anywhere. (watch a clip below)
Given the Iranian tendency towards melancholy, I was very pleased to come across this wonderful idea from a blogger named “seamorg.”
Seamorg writes:
Looking for Persian dancers: of any style, but especially male or female Beat Boys, breakdancers, poppers, lockers, or Iranians who can do African or other ethnic dance to perform dances inspired by the green wave.
This is a tribute to the allah-u-akbar cries from the rooftops of Iranians. (PYTYK note: The protestors in Iran have taken to shouting “Allah-u-Akbar” from their rooftops as a sign of defiance.)
Email me videos of yourself dancing on your roof-top.
Why? Because despair thrives by making us despair. The only way to fight the sad-ness enforcement of the I.R.I is by being irrepressibly joyous. (PYTYK emphasis)
Please email for more details: seamorg74million@gmail.com
So if you’re a dancer, or aren’t afraid of people knowing you’re not, please shoot seamorg an email.
The new episode, “memories of a girl from north country,” takes the project in a slightly different direction. One of the original impulses in starting People You Think You Know was to explore how every aspect of our lives make up who we are, and make us ever so slightly (or incredibly) different from everyone else. This way, there are as many cultures on earth as there are people – making us all immigrants in each others’ lives. As I concentrate on my relationship (and the U.S.’s) to Iran, I also intend to take a look at some other case studies in immigration. The newest video entry begins the story of my girlfriend: a traveler from Alaskan winters who finds herself in an unlikely relationship with a boy from a land of pomegranates and the world’s oldest cypress tree.
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