Where is my country ?

After many years living out of my birth place, I have a feeling as if all of a sudden I belong to nowhere. The Iran that I knew doesn’t exist any more. It is so far away those times. And the Iranians that I see here and there in Europe, who are born or grown up here, don’t know anything about my Iran. For them Iran has always been like what we see today. In fact it does not matter if we like today’s Iran or not. What I am saying is that “this Iran is not what I knew”. In fact I am happy when I go there but it’s just a nostalgy. I have nothing to do there. I am being honest in saying these. I love Iranian music. But mostly the old ones. From the time of befor the revolution. I like history in general so Iranian history interests me. I don’t follow the Iranian sportif events. I don’t have any Iranian friends ( this is not a choice, it’s just like that). I don’t read persian books or papers except some blogs.

In fact when I look at all these I start to find myself in the air with no place to put my feet. Am I wrong in saying these? Should I stay still and let the time pass? Should I do something about it? Could I do anything about it?

I don’t know what’s going on but it’s not going on well. May be that’s why I enjoyed so much my holidays in Canada. Areas with Iranians and their shops seemed so much like the Iran I knew. It looked so much like my Iran.