Today is not my day. Today is one of those days I remember all bad happens in my life which I couldn’t fix them and it wasn’t my fault. Today is one of those days I like to finish immediately. A day which not only don’t like myself but also I hate myself. Damn day...

Today was my birth day. Another birthday as usual but the first birthday far far away from my hometown, my parents, my sisters and brother and my lovely friends. Last year was full of experiences and emotion. I found many new friends, many international friends, many, many and many other things. I think this year is the year which I have to make the first things because I am not the person who can live very routines. I am the person who habits to have excitements. I know making the excitements brings many stress but looking the past shows me that little stress is good in life not only because of the emotion but also because it is the sign of progress...

P.S: Today was a great day for me and I wish all the best for all of you.

I received a parcel from post today which my mother has sent me. There were many useful things in it but there were three things that surprised me and brought some beautiful and nostalgic moments for me. There were my calligraphy utensil with a nice special bag for them, a beautiful almanac (1389) and some “Lavashak”s and “Dish Dish”s . I am really happy tonight for those nice and delicious things. I think I am gutty. :D

 Every Tuesday, I see a blind girl in the bus when I back home. She gets off the bus in the middle path. She looks very quiet and knows everywhere. First day when I saw her; suddenly I thought about myself. I am maybe an unappreciative person. I remember many times and times when I said those small things don’t happy me, or something like this and say the God doesn’t like me because of this and that, inattention to many things which I have. Just a glimpse can show me my kind God. I am a healthy woman with lovely parents, great sisters and brother, good friends and a laudable husband. I also have nice memorabilia and almost a good social position; albeit it is not yet what I want and I missed many times, but it is not as bad as that I sometimes complain to Lord, poor Lord. Perhaps if I write “a few” things which God gave me and “many” things which he “still” didn’t (maybe will give); the ratio between the first group and the second, is more than 100000/1. Indeed, most of us are like me.  Why really?

There are some decisions in my mind these days like always, but this time I want to write them. It is said that if you write your wishes, they can be fulfilled. And Brain Tracy says if you write your decisions, you will see the successful results 80% more than the times they are just in your mind. So, I am going to write them here but I can’t write all of them here due to privacy. I think I have to write them in my special notebook. But I think it would be better if I could write here, because some people read them and perhaps the probability to forget them goes down. Why do I often forget my decisions?

 I decided to write one of my decisions which need to remember and that is “starting to run from first of August every day”. Can I?

This blog is supposed to be written by me;” Pegah”.  Pegah is a complete Persian (Farsi) name which means “dawn” *. I am Iranian and I am homesick these days. I also have a Persian blog (who doesn’t have?) with many great friends. I decided to have English blog for some reasons. First of all for improving my writing and increase my vocabularies treasure. The second reason is because of my grammar. I think if you know all grammars completely and try to use all of them, you won’t be perfect unless you have some readers that you can realize if you were successful in expressing of your meant clearly or not. But one of the most important reasons for me to write English blog is writing my daily routines. In fact I can’t say or write my routines in my native language unfortunately, I don’t know why; maybe because my blog is grew up and find a personality for itself (just kidding) or maybe I grew up with that blog in these 3 years . It perhaps returns to my personality. I am a person who can’t tell every thing about herself. A patriot and nostalgic person who loves people but she doesn’t or maybe can’t show it or...

Anyway, I think when I write in another language I can write easily like a child who starts to write and writes simple without any censorship about herself. I have come to Canada less than one year ago and perhaps can see my English improvements five years later if I write somewhere like here by helping your comments.

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 * Dawn: the time at the beginning of the day when light first appears.