by Saeed Amirian

On a hot Thursday evening, getting drunk over the 3^rd shot of chilled 1942, with tons of limes, everybody was bragging about coming to an encounter with their parents. All kind of stories were flying around my ears, and like a kid who’s standing on the corner for a “time out” as a punishment, I was mum.

I had no story to tell. Since becoming an orphan neither of my parents have come to my dream, I don’t know maybe it’s my short sleeping cycle, or lack of deep sleep, or something more fundamental.

Maybe I should start taking two Ambien’s a night for a week, this way I’ll go to a deep deep sleep so this way it will be much easier for the spirit, (or whatever you want to call it) to visit me, to make his or her calling.

Or is there something else that prevents the spirits to have contact with us, who’s decision is it anyway? The spirit? Or ours, who makes the call? Maybe they are too busy right now, trying to feel at home, (wherever their home is..) trying to find friends, bond with other spirits, (for my mom, that would be a breeze!)

In the car coming home, my wife did not waste a minute, “What was wrong with you tonight? – Mr. I have to be in every conversation, Mr. know it all?”. Nothing from me. “What happened? Cat got your tongue?” She did not give up. I was concerned, surprised and sad, not necessarily in that order maybe I should say I was sad… sad… sad but I told her I was tired and crept back to my brain to find an answer to this mystery, could not find any. (By the way, who says we have to have answers to everything. There are so many universal events we can’t find any rationality or answer to, or maybe our brain is not capable to figure them out.)

Saturday morning, while praying, a good friend of mine sitting next to me, whispered in my ear, with a beaming smile on his face, “Saeed Joon after seventeen years, for the first time, my father came into my dream last night” I looked at him, “I’m so happy for you” but I was happier for myself. I suddenly discovered a new ray of faith. If my friend had to wait seventeen years for his gift to arrive from the other side,maybe there is hope FOR ME.

I turned my head, I didn’t want him to see my misty eyes, I took a deep breath and whispered to myself “Saeed Joon, cheer up!”.