The best day of my life


Jahanshah Javid
by Jahanshah Javid

"Look! It's a full moon."

My daughter Mahdiyeh, who was visiting San Francisco a few weeks ago, looks up.

"Do you know who it reminds me of?"


"You know... The One."

"Which 'one' is it this time?"

I tell her.

"Oh gawwwd..."

I met her in Tehran twenty years ago, in the summer of 1989, a few months before leaving Iran for the U.S. She was Mahdiyeh's kindergarten teacher. I would write her poems and pass them on through Mahdiyeh.


It's sometime around December 1991. I'm sitting on the bathroom floor of a hotel room. Jimmy J is asleep. We are in Denver to receive student journalism awards. It's 11 in the morning on a Friday, Tehran time. Time for my call to the love of my life. I hear the sound of the beep which confirms the international connection. My heart beats with excitement and anticipation. She answers.


"Hi! Chetori? Khoobi?"


"... Hello? Are you there?"

"I got your letter." She sounds upset, angry. I don't recognize this tone.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?! You don't remember what you wrote? It's over. Don't call me ever again!"

I feel like I'm sinking into a black hole. I'm in a state of panic. I start writing. I tell her how sorry I am, that I didn't mean to hurt her. I write "I love you, I love you, I love you..." page after page after page until my handwriting deteriorates.


Two weeks earlier I wasn't even sure she was my girlfriend. I had seen her during a visit to Tehran that summer. We had a wonderful time. It was heaven. One night at her home, before having dinner with her family, I took out a ring and proposed. She was surprised. She said she never wanted to get married. Let's wait and see, she said. To me, that was a no. I returned to the U.S., deeply in love but unsure of our future. I started dating a colleague at the college newspaper. It made me feel sad and guilty. I wrote to her and told her how I felt. She was the only person in the world I could confess to.

A few days later I went to Florida to visit my mother. One night I called Tehran. She was in a cheerful mood. I decide to pop the question again, just for fun.

"So will you become Mrs. Javid or not?"


"... Yes."


"Yes, I will."

I want to scream with joy.

In the morning I tell my mother. She's thrilled. We drive to Miami's South Beach. I fold up my jeans and step into the warm ocean. My mother takes a picture. I have it in an album somewhere. I'm standing with feet slightly apart. My face says it all: It's the best day of my life.


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I'm confused....

by Natalia Alvarado-Alvarez on

Faramarz ,

I thought JJ was twiced divorced already.

Would it not be best to say three times the charm instead? :o)

For JJ that is. May he finally find everlasting joy............




Khoob adamo yadeh eshgheh

by TheMrs on

Khoob adamo yadeh eshgheh aval o ghadimi mindazio depress mikoni!



by yolanda on

You can post your old love poems if you don't mind, we will read them.

I like Sheereen's post. Great job!

Faramarz's post is very funny, it cracked me up!





the one

by sheereen on

if there is "the one" then there is no one else. 

for me, if i love "the one", there is no one else.

i think if you loved her, then you should have waited until you didn't love her anymore before being with someone else.

nice story though...specially where you wrote her i love you so many times...

can you write another love poem, or do you have to be inspired first?


Eat, Drink and Re-Marry

by Faramarz on

They say that: “Second marriage is the triumph of hope over experience!” But, what is life without hope? Congratulations JJ! And as Luca Brasi said in The Godfather, “May the first child be a masculine child!”

There is something special about young female school teachers. I had my first crush on my kindergarten teacher, and I still wonder what would have happened if I were a few years older back then.

But on the serious side, I can see some major changes coming to after this wonderful news. Here is one scenario:

It is a Saturday morning. The has not been updated for days and no one has heard from JJ. The crowd is getting anxious. So finally, somebody steps in. Reader: “Mrs. Javid, can JJ come out and play? Pleeeeease!”

Mrs. Javid: “No. Absolutely Not! JJ is in a timeout. He was supposed to clean the garage and put out the garbage, but he forgot because he was playing with that stupid computer!”



by yolanda on

Thank you for the "translation" you were a "two-timer"! o:)

Thank you! Looking forward to your "new chapter" to read!

best wishes,


Thanks JJ

by Souri on


It depends what state  of mind you are in, when you are reading a text.

Yes, after J explained it, I got it. 

And also, today is another day too ;)


Less is more

by Esther on

JJ, I thought your story was very beautiful and complete as written.  The reader just has to get used to the "Memento" (reverse chronological) format.  Of course, you know the question on everyone's minds now is, "Which 'one' will it be next time?" :)

Red Wine


by Red Wine on

بارها گفتیم و گفته شد و گفته خواهد شد، زن ایرانی داستان زیاد دارد... کار زن ایرانی حکمت دارد و زندگی‌اش هزار حکایت . خداوند به فریاد عاشقانشان رسد که محتاج دعا هستند و لطف دربار حق !

جهانشاه جان،بیشتر اینجور مطالب ادبی‌ بنویس... خوب مینویسی .

عزت زیاد.




by HollyUSA on

Oh jeez. I hope you learned a lesson from that JJ.

Jahanshah Javid


by Jahanshah Javid on

She received my confession letter days after she said she would marry me. The end!


Doroogh Chera

by HollyUSA on

Souri jan, manam sar dar nayavordam! Falling in love usually has a heck of a lot more detail to it! I think JJ is a tease :P


So what happened next??!

by Monda on

can't wait to find out!



by yolanda on

Thank you! I am looking forward to your "next chapter" :o)

It is just amazing that so many people come to IC to pour their hearts out! They must feel pretty secure and they are also very "brave"!


Jahanshah Javid


by Jahanshah Javid on

"No Comment": You know me better than anyone. You know this chapter hasn't stopped me from falling in love :o)

No Comment


by No Comment on

i still hope she wasn't The one. i think you haven't found the one yet


Translation please!

by Souri on

JJ jan,

I didn't  get this story. What poem you were talking about?

Sometimes it happens in Iran, then you got here and you went from Denver to

What did you write for her? That you had an affair with another woman?

She didn't want to marry you first, then she accepted when you confessed to her that you had an affair?

I'm puzzled........that doesn't make any sense to me. your story was too short, not a complete story (yani sar o tahesh maloum naboud, lol)

But I'm too tired tonight.

I will be back tomorrow to read it again.......

Maybe you will add some more details till tomorrow ;)

Jahanshah Javid


by Jahanshah Javid on

Non-fiction :o)



by yolanda on

Wow, long distance courtship does work! Thanks for the story, but is this fiction? non-fiction? or realistic fiction?