Yalda; A Sedated Celebration

I am a winter baby. And although there’s nothing I love more than sunshine and long days, soft breezes and blue skies, I had to create some kind of friendship with the colder months. Especially since Germany hosted summers as short and shy as its winters domineering.

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The Nowruz Diaries; Sizdah Bedar

I have fond memories of Sizdah Bedar. The thirteenth day of Nowruz, just on the brink of the holidays, coinciding with the national Nature Day, is when Iranians head out, to spend the unlucky thirteenth day enjoying the fresh outdoors. My memories rarely diverge from the following narrative.

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The Nowruz Diaries; Chahaarshanbeh Soori

Iran being a vast country, has different climates. I usually find myself explaining how we do have winters, we do have snow and temperatures do drop below zero. We are, however, fortunate to experience four seasons each year. Having a mere three month of each season, we find ourselves appreciating each quarter. Just as we welcome the winter on the last night of autumn- the eve of the Winter Solstice- with pomegranates, nuts and poetry, we also bid farewell to the cold season by lighting bonfires, making wishes and jumping over the flames. Food is present and so is music. The best elements for an outside dance party, which this ritual usually turns into.

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