Monda

Darvish aziz

I read and reread the poem you posted...I'm more touched each time especially by اي برادر، در مراد عشق، نيست زلزله زمانه
كاي مراد من، دل من را بيا و بستاي  

Gratefully yours,

Monda

درویش جان

این شعر نغز و  دلربا مال کیه ؟ عجب پر محتوا ست این شعر. قافیه، وزن،آنچه خوبان همه دارند این شعر تنها دارد 

 دمت گرم درویش، یاهو ۱۲۱

Monda, looking at clips like the one you posted brings me back

to visit Iranian.com more often. Laleh Zar was a part of my childhood. Thanks for posting and I'll check Jadid online too. Take care. 

Abarmard

Nostalgic pieces such as this one can be helpful in mourning the loss of what WE (my generation) emotionally experienced in Iran; it's not necessarily to review the debates over how or why our country has changed. Change is inevitable. And we all have our beliefs around the roots of what happened for/to our country. I think that our relationship to nostalgia can only help us with gaining better acceptance of our losses. 

Dear Mr. Tafreshi

Thank you for sharing about your memories of Laalehzar. My connection was not a strong as yours. As a child I was taken there by my mom, maybe only a dozen occasions, usually for her to get some household gadget fixed or to buy upholstry fabric. But watching this clip, I was still reminded of the sights, sounds and smells while holding tight to my mother's hand, feeling a strong curiousity about things we did not have enough of in our neighborhood around khiyaban Villa and later on around Farah Jonoobi.

I posted this nice clip here for those who hadn't caught it on Jadid online, hoping it would help review their personal memories more vividly. 

لاله زار گلستان

گويم ز ره راه، كجا ميروي اي دل
گفتا كه روح من، چو ماند اي فراق دل

رفتم ز نح تعنه، بر مراد دل، مجنون
گفتا مرا چه به تقصير، كاي لبم نيست به جز مراد بر تو

اي برادر، در مراد عشق، نيست زلزله زمانه
كاي مراد من، دل من را بيا و بستاي

اي لاله گل، روي ستاي در غم اين شاعر
كر رهبر اين گل، مزايد چو در تو اي قربان

در راه صفت، پيش مدار چون شوي رسوا
گل بروي جمالت، اي لاله زار گلستان

Iran was not a happy place

You may argue that Iran was better then than it is now, or would have been better today than it is not. That's fine, but useless.

Also keep in mind that many places come and go, trends change, it happens everywhere. I am not too surprised. Not happy about it but then again, there are more important issues, like social awareness and civility, that our society lacked then and still lacks today. You may be happy to see bits and parts of Tehran having some sort of life semi decent, but Tehran was anything but glorious or happy. Rather backward, dark and sad. 

I don't agree with those who glorify the past based on pure emotions and nostalgia

Good historical background

I spent many summer days on the streets of Laleh Zar when I was in grade school. My father had a tailor shop there. It was called “Originals”. All kinds of people would walk up and down the street. It was a feast to the eyes. You had all kinds of folks and religions. You had the kaleemmees (Jewish) who owned clothing and fabric stores. You had your Armenians who owned cafes and sold fresh sea foods.

There was one mosque and more than 10 movie theaters there up and down the street. My father would always go to the stores owned by the kaleemees to buy fabric for his customers. They were located right in front of the mosque. At 12:00 PM you could hear the call for prayer from the speakers of the mosque and the place would get busy. I would walk up and down the street and look at every single photo that was displayed on movie theaters’ windows. Westerns movies were very popular so were swashbuckling movies.

There were many theaters there too. They had a variety of  performances. I remember Mahvash the popular Iranian entertainer would perform at Pars Theater and hundreds of men would wait at the back entrance of the theater to see her. I would save my money and then go and see my favorite movies with my brother or my cousins. On the sidewalks you could buy sandwiches with cheese, kalbas, kabab lolleh or just plain barbary bread cut to pieces and sold. They all tasted great.

You could see many young kids who were street kids and they knew each other and would sleep on the sidewalks at night. During the day they would be runners for the businesses who needed them. They would run errands such as going to tea house and buy tea or buy supplies for the businesses. At night my father and I would go home, taking the bus all the way to Tajrish. 

Thanks Monda

CHEE BOODIM, CHI SHODEEM!

That was such a nice clip. I've seen Laleh Zaar now, and knew that it had such a glorious past, but never to this extent. Thanks for posting the clip Monda

It was a great clip

The thing is USA and Europe are not the same as 1960s either. The music does not sound as good. We can sit and cry over spilled milk or accept that change happens and a different Iran will come out of it. I do not feel that Iran is the same, but my girl friend in Iran was also a grandmother now and when I left she was so gorgeous, it was not IRI who made her grandmother either. Things are different , get over it.

Congtrats to Jadid online..

Congtrats to creators in Jadid online..

refreshing, creative videos 

بسيار جالب و خاطره انگيز

ما ايرانيها بايد كه يك چيز را قبول كنيم، و آن اينكه، هر چقدر ما ها مخالف رزيم شاه بودِيم، وليكن، تعويض رزيم شاه با اين آخوندا، مثل اين بود كه ما از چاله در آمديم، و مستقيم افتاديم در چاهي بسيار گود (عميق). واقعا حيف٠