A Calm Storm

The blog of Sholeh Samadani Munion

Random pieces of life in Haifa: #3

1.  I am eating a sandwich with an olive oil-based mayonnaise.  It tastes exactly the same as “regular” mayonnaise, except it has less fat and is slightly less thick.  Lovely. 2.  We watched a blue jellyfish float by at the beach…

When?

I am surprised at the way eyes slide away when we know too much there are a few things I wish I could list in an endless way… maybe I am missing the pictures that go along with the captions…

Absent

My feet had lost the feeling of ground underneath them, the constant digging in of sharp rocks and hidden stones I forget what people are like, their little frailties and habits, the beautiful and ugly things they do. I am…

Education

The first news is that my father’s newest book, Blueprint for a New World, has just been published from George Ronald, and I am reading it right now.  I helped type and proofread, but in random chapters, so it is nice to…

The Garden of Ridvan

“Every tree uttered a word, and every leaf sang a melody.” “God’s power and the perfection of His handiwork could enjoyably be seen in the blossoms, the fruits, the trees, the leaves and the streams.” “In brief, all in the…

I am a pilgrim.

It is strange to be a pilgrim AND a staff member.  Not as weird as I thought it would be, but still.  I really appreciate that my fellow BWC staff members are respecting the fact that I’m on pilgrimage and…

First

Hovering There was a moment’s pause an eternity packaged neatly movement outside comprehension surrounded by dark and the evening lights falling down through the darkness in eyes… we waited in pristine silence and it became new to me again… sanctified.

Glass houses

They are standing in glass houses With squares and tree-shaped reflections shadowing their faces And they are throwing glass rocks At the glass hearts suspended in human bodies And the shattering silence is suspended in formless sound Hope that every…

Experiments in the kitchen!

Recently I’ve been trying to expand my repertoire of dishes. Last night I made Sholeh zard for the first time (literal translation: yellow flame), which is basically saffron rice pudding. It is usually made in remembrance of the dead, but…

Unknown

There has been silence in moments we stand, here my eyes watch with laughter behind and incoherent words trip through my lips to fall flat on the floor. My identity is submerged, my thoughts are secret and strange. I promise…

The King of Samoa

From Baha’i World News Service: “….His Highness Susuga Malietoa Tanumafili II…passed away on the evening of 11 May…A follower of the Baha’i Faith, he was one of the longest reigning monarchs in the world. ” He was the first ruling…

The power of speech

Last night we were studying the Kitab-i-Ahd, and this particularly struck me, because recently I’ve been feeling the need for more wisdom in my utterance and my thoughts…been a bit tangled and thorny recently… Verily I say, the tongue is…

Adventures in Tel Aviv

My flatmates and I took a little train ride to Tel Aviv for the 12th Day of Ridvan. We went with no destination, no map, no plans. It was wonderful. And here is my story (with pictures) of our adventures….

A little too ambitious

I picked up the abridged version of Gibbon’s The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire the other day, just for fun, from a friend’s bookshelf. Then I borrowed Jane Austen’s Complete Novels (8 books in 1), and have read…

The child

I am seeing the same things, so why would my words be different? Today the air was dust and rain at the same time, my bare feet on marble, my soul bared to Heaven, My eyes searching for change. I’ll…

The Roses

There is a richness in the colors and textures of roses that are unlike anything else. I see a bed of roses and my tired eyes are soothed. I want to play tag amidst the rich petals and thorns hiding…

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