Migrant Bird

Sheikh Zayed Road, DubaiArnold van Gennep  defines Liminal in The Rites of Passage as transitional time or condition in which one is not what it was and not what it will become, but something in between, something marginal, vague and flexible … One’s sense of identity dissolves to some extent, bringing about disorientation, but also possibility of new perspectives. Indeed, it can be seen as potentially a period of scrutiny for central values and axioms of the culture in which it occurs, one where normal limits to thought, self-understanding and behavior are undone.

The last time that I slept was my little room in United Arab Emirates, the city of skyscrapers .it was winter, sandstorm and hot weather.

Now, I find myself in a cosy room with a window to trees and cool breeze inside. Late in the summer in Wollongong, Australia morning after a whole rainy night. And I am wondering: what am I doing here? Thousands miles away from home, in another home. I called it home, because the last time I entered here, Karen smiled me and told: welcome home.

And it has been a long time, which I feel my country is not my home anymore, though when people ask I have to introduce my ‘home’ country: Iran

Then I slightly remember the last three days, how tiring was the 25 hour flight with stop in Hong Kong and then heading to Wollongong from Sydney after a very long day. Then on the way, when I was told the place that I was arranging to stay is not ready to move in. it reminds me of the night, back to 2005 when my family and I went to Damascus and that 33 day war between Lebanon and Israel was started one day before our arrival and we witnessed many Lebanese refugees to Syrian borders looking for some where to shelter. We had planned to stay in Hotel de Meridiene , sitting in the lobby to check in when we met a pregnant woman asking for a room but all was occupied, even the churches and schools and motels. My father let her stay in our added room and she told us touching stories about what had happened to her during those days.

I just remembered this story, when Karen told me about Karma. Karen and Stuart hosted me when I was totally disappointed where to stay temporarily. A very nice Australian family and this is my first impression of Wollongong, supportive people.

Migrant BirdYesterday when Karen took me to look around and we saw immigrant birds, those who we have in Esfahan in winter on Zayande Rood River, for the first time in my life I felt how well I can understand them.

Leaving your country is not easy, I might better to say: it is the most difficult decision I have ever made.

Home, is where you feel you belong to. I am in luminal these days, somewhere in between. Like a migrant bird whose home is on the river, always in move, in transition.

PS: Watch and Listen to this Persian music, by Dariush.

February 18, 2012 · Maryam Khazaeli · Comments Closed
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