Zohreh Sadeghi India and Beyond

I love you Marta

It’s finally here, the week I’ve been dreading for as long as I can remember, my last week in Kannur, last week of my Ayurveda school here, and the last week I’ll spend every waking hour with my lovely Marta. I’ve been extremely emotional lately, Marta and I spend every moment together, hold hands, talk until the late hours of the night and have both been crying a lot. It’s unreal to feel so close to someone in such a short period of time. In only 3 months I’ve made a best friend who’s become as close to me as my sister. I really believe in fate, Marta and I were meant to meet at the airport in Doha so we could spend these past 3 months being each other’s companions. I’m so glad we shared this amazing experience together. We keep recollecting our memories and everything we went through from our apartment hunting to watching the Bachelor on TV every night after school to laughing so much in school that our jaws would start hurting. We even started completing each other’s sentences and I started understanding Italian, but only when she spoke it because I got to know her so well and could read her mind before she even opened her mouth. She wrote little notes and left them by my bed, randomly bought me thoughtful little gifts, did my laundry whenever I was tired, cooked amazing Italian food for me over and over, talked to me whenever I needed someone, sat by my bed and took care of me if I felt sick, and so much more. I can’t say enough wonderful things about her and how great she’s been to me, she was my own personal guardian angel sent from above to watch out for me, take care of me and love me like a sister would. I love her and know that we will meet again very soon, I’m sure of it.

Marta is leaving Kannur 3 days before me. Her boyfriend is coming here and they’re going to travel around India for 3 weeks before heading back home. I had originally planned to go with them until I learned my dad was coming to visit me during the first week of May. What I didn’t know until a few days ago was that my mom was also planning on coming and wanted to surprise me but she couldn’t keep the secret and called me as soon as she got her visa. That was probably the best phone call of my life, I was on the school bus going to school when she gave me the news and I got so excited I wanted to jump off the bus and dance. She’s coming to Kannur at the end of this month to spend a couple of days here with me and then we fly to Delhi together to meet my dad. I will spend a week with them traveling around, a week that I’m very much looking forward to. I’ve been waking up every morning imagining what I’d do when I see my mom get off the taxi here at my apartment in Kannur. It seems so unreal. Is it really happening? It’s like a dream come true, I can’t stop smiling when I think of seeing her face and jumping into her arms and kissing her. And to top it off I will be in my dad’s arms just a few days later. It means so much to me to have my parents come all this way across the world to visit me, especially since I know how busy they both are with work and life. When I told my dad how excited I was and how much I appreciated that he was coming to visit, he said “You don’t have to thank us, it’s our duty to come.”

Both my parents are very eager to come and want to bring stuff for me. Dealing with my mom in this matter has been super easy, I gave her a list of things I want her to bring and she’s already bought them and is ready to pack her suitcase and come. My dad is a whole different story though. He heard through some strange source (me) that there’s not much fruits and vegetables in India. I might have told him that fruits and veggies are seasonal here and you can only find 4 or 5 different kinds at the market each month. So when he called to ask what I needed from Iran, he started his sentence by saying something like this: “I will bring you lots of fruits and nuts, especially raw pistachios cause I know they are your favorite, but what else do you need? Should I bring you some dried herbs and snacks as well?” Arguing with my dad is pretty pointless cause at the end he does what he wants. I begged him not to bring fruits but raw pistachios are a different story cause he knows I love them. He says he MUST bring the pistachios and I can’t talk him out of it. I know my dad very well and I know he’ll show up with 2 suitcases filled with food items cause that’s what he does every time he comes to the States. I always wonder how he gets through the Customs check at SFO cause if they opened his suitcases they would think he’s illegally smuggling dried herbs, tomato paste, pomegranate sauce, honey, etc. He doesn’t bring one of each item, he brings a suitcase filled of each, and I’m not joking.

Whether or not my parents show up with suitcases filled with goodies, I’m just purely excited and happy to see them. I have missed my family way too much and having them here in India was nothing but a dream a few weeks ago, but that dream is turning into reality in a week!


Sounds like one thing is ending and something new is beginning. May this transition be filled with lots and lots of new learning and new discovery for you.

Posted by Chad on 25 April 2011 @ 3am

I am so glad that you and Marta have had each other. I can’t even imagine how much less this experience would have been for you without her.

It’s so exciting that your parents are coming to visit. I know you’ll have a wonderful time.

Posted by alysha on 27 April 2011 @ 10pm

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