I miss...

I miss everything that connects me to my past.

I am capable of crying because I am so alone …

I couldn’t believe that one day would come that I miss the faculty of engineering and the Ferdowsi University and the dormitories, the campuses, the hostels. …

In fact one of my best years passed in Mashhad…now I miss every single street in Mashhad…I miss myself walking there and enjoying the amazing weather…

I miss Imam Reza, I miss myself crying in his shrine...

I miss the taste of Pizza Dalia…I miss the taste of the fresh blackberries from Mashhad gardens…and what beautiful gardens, they were like heaven…

I am not saying that here is bad, or is not beautiful…but I miss there…I miss my friends … I miss a café in Sajad, which I and Fatemeh used to go and have sunshine and cake…

I missed the nights…although we had to go back to the campus before 9p.m. but we had a great time in our rooms. All friends were gathering in one room dancing , singing and having dinner together …or sometimes we were talking during tea time…and our tea time was really long, most of the time more that 2 hours…

Wow… even remembering those beautiful days makes me delighted…

Yeah today even the stressful nights of final exams are delighting…

Beside all problems that we faced in that young age, there was some kind of warmness between us that made the time wonderful…

Now we are far from each other and sometimes no news from each other…but we can’t forget that our best days were passed together…