An Evening for Mahak

A worthy cause, an incredible experience


An Evening for Mahak
by Ghahremani

Fundraising has never been my strong point. Having experienced some level of humiliation at previous attempts, I have a hard enough time asking for sponsorship, let alone organizing a fundraising event, no matter how worthy the cause may be. But last week, when I was asked to read my poem at such an event, I could not say no to a cause that involved ailing children.

Until recently, the name Mahak had meant little to me. Yes, I knew the definition of the word in Persian, but so far had only referred to its poetic application in testing purity. It took a recent gathering at a friend’s house to give that word its new meaning. I now see the unification of Mahak and ISCC (International Society for Children with Cancer) as a window of hope for thousands of needy children, whose innocent eyes watch the dark cloud of cancer spreading over their heads. Without Mahak they would have no access to treatment, but even if they did, the unfairness of poverty against the high cost of such treatment would impede their hopes.

Nearly seven hundred guest attended the event and it was organized in a most elegant Fashion. Our popular and capable MCs – Ms. Shahrzad Ardalan and Mr. Hooshang Touzi – outdid themselves as they opened the evening by bringing a smile to everyone’s face and putting the audience at ease. After an eloquent speech by Ms. Fereshteh Tavakoli, who reported an impressive data of Mahak’s accomplishments, a documentary was shown about the Cancer center in Iran and numerous children who had received successful treatment. To say that the global accomplishments of SCC and Mahak are impressive would be a huge understatement. I left that event knowing that unless I did my share to help, I would forever be haunted by the sad look I had seen in those children’s eyes.

For many days to come I was unable to shake off the deep sorrow and finally, when I could no longer bear the thought of those children, I wrote about them. I absorbed their pain, hoped their hopes until one night, there came a moment when I became one with those kids. That was how I wrote my poem and why I agreed to read it before a crowd of nearly seven hundred. While reading that poem, my voice was no longer that of a middle-aged writer, it came out of a child’s throat, a child who needed you, and me, and anyone who could reach out to them.

To be present at a fundraiser for such a worthy cause is an incredible experience. It is gratifying, uplifting, and even ethereal. Throughout that evening, that kind-hearted crowd had become one and its name was humanity. As the MC’s began to gather and announce names of sponsors, the crowd cheered with each single donation. The room’s charged atmosphere reminded me of the euphoria in the dance of the twirling dervish. This had to be how the dancers felt, each moment flying higher than the last, each step feeling closer to the beloved.

Up on the stage, the digital screen that had previously showed us Mahak’s cancer center was now lit with a collage of 250 innocent faces. I couldn’t abandon the thought that these were real children, our own kids suffering far away and we were their last hope. The crowd was asked to sponsor these little angels and to subsidize one child’s treatment for a year. As each child found a sponsor, the computer clicked on his or her picture, changing the image into a lovely rose. The new squares were all part of a big picture, that of a field of roses. The promise of possibly viewing the entire field kept the audience going and slowly but surely, more flowers appeared on the screen.

By the time the entire symbolic field of roses had opened up, it was past midnight. It had taken my husband and I over an hour to reach Irvine and we needed to drive back before we ran out of energy. However, as some of the audience approached to tell me my poem had touched their hearts, their words gave me the needed vigor and I felt less and less tired.

On the drive back, I recalled a speech from a long time ago and the speaker’s words now echoed with more clarity. “Don’t ever think that what you do is not enough, or that your actions can never change the world. Just remember this: When you do nothing, you remain a zero, but as you make an effort, you become a number, no matter how small. And change can only come about when the numbers add up.”

I am filled with pride for being an Iranian, proud of being human, but most of all, I feel proud for having changed my number and no longer being the big zero. We can all be a number, numbers that may someday add up and make the world a better place for all.

Zohreh Ghahremani is the author of Sky of Red Poppies, winner of One Book, One San Diego 2012.


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Wonderfully said and I loved your:

"It is the people who really share your joy who are true friends and they are few, if you're lucky to have any."

I still believe all these children's charities are wonderful - and thank you for your post. I get your misery seeks company nod in the below post... but what I meant wasn't that Iranians give to children's charities for that reason alone. But that we only come together right before we are about to loose something; once we have it again, we get lazy and go back to the toxic bickering. If someone here posts something nasty about Ferdowsi - people will rally around and uproot it, like no other nationality. But once they save the entity, they go back to indifferent lives with toxic bickering. 

We're only good at "saving" Iran from death - we don't "feed" life to Iran. That's the pattern I see when I see Iranians supporting children's charities (I do, too) - but not able to do anything constructive, collectively, past that. 

As a people, it would be great to know how to "feed" the positive, rather than just the "saving from death" thing that we're very good at doing, and itself is commendable, but not sufficient for healthy nation-building!

Still, my respect to Mahan and other children's charities. 




Only in times of sorrow

by Ghahremani on

I agree with you in that we seem to only unite in times of trouble. I remember being told that I should know my true friends in sad times. That is not true! When you are in trouble, the whole world seems to feel sorry for you, but win something, gain more than your share and luck out, that's when you really know who your true friends are! The common misconception is that people will surround you to gain something. But you will know those. It is the people who really share your joy who are true friends and they are few, if you're lucky to have any.

The good news is that we are learning. While my generation grew up aiming to be number one, the rest of the world studied teamwork. We're just learning that art. It took a smart nation too long to learn, but we are now more together than ever before. What we accomplish may not be enough, but it's a beginning. We share so much of the beauty of our culture with others, why not learn something? This may well bring us to where Rumi wanted us to be. A place with no more "me" and all "us". 

hamsade ghadimi


by hamsade ghadimi on

thank you for the heartfelt essay ms. ghahremani.  mahak is one of the charities that i support financially in memory of my mother who was a supporter for two decades.  i've always felt like a small number (as you put it) when i donate but after reading this essay and seeing the attention this worthy charity is receiving on the other side of the world, it gives me hope.

Hafez for Beginners


by Hafez for Beginners on

I enjoyed your piece and Kudos to you!

I also read it with bittersweet thoughts: I have friends involved with Children of Persia, here in Washington, DC - and often go to their events. Again, such a stellar bunch of people - couldn't be more "kind hearted" as you say.  But after some time, I would get sad, too, as the only activity the diaspora community comes together for, without one or other groups shredding each other apart, is over children's charities, and post tragic events (like Earthquakes.) We are among the most impressive communities in those circumstances.

There is something beautiful in our people, but for some reason it only gets kindled when  death, tragedy  and devastation are at the door. That's it. We actually help spectacularly. But that's it. At a funeral, suddenly dozens of family members who'd shunned each other for decades, show up. Tragedy the only time they come together. 

So, it's with that thought that I read about 700 Iranians coming together, and also felt sad. Well, we come together for fun at a concert, too - but it's been my observation for some time, that for "causes" we are mean to each other. Only when the cause has a "tragedy" element, we stop being monsters. I can only hope the future sees us coming together for other causes, in such a harmonious way,  too. I have yet to see it! 700 kindhearted people actually building a society - given that an element of tragedy is needed to stop them from eating each other up. I am happy for the wonderful time you clearly had, and the nourishment you got from this.