With my new spare time I am going to read some books. I am extra motivated as I have just finished a beautiful novel, and I feel that I have rediscovered the wonder of literature.
The Septembers of Shiraz is about a Jewish family who live in Iran at the time of the revolution. It is simply written. Easily accessible I would say, but rich and vivid all the same. I really feel like I have been on a journey with the family. They keep popping into my head as I go about my daily business. I was reminded of the revolution in Iran. Not that I forgot about it; it just seemed like a historical event that happened, ended, and I suppose my disaffected brain just passively accepted it. A consequentless occurrence.
The book has made the revolution seem incredibly human and close to me. I remember now that it was brought about by people, it was wanted, and that it changed Iran massively for the whole population. Particularly when many of them realised that the change was not what they had expected.
I feel very small and insignificant when I think of all the historical events that have taken place and changed the world into what it is today.
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