Now what kind of message can anybody write under the topic of HAMAL CHRONICLES. Do I have to be a hamal, know a hamal, or even know what the hell it means? Nooooooo! Just know that if you get up everyday and put your running shoes on just to kick some ass, we are proud that you "hamal it up" like the rest of us.
Sit and consider all the bullshit we endure and struggle with, JUST TO BE a "normal" human being in the eyes of our parents, peers, and this hilarious social network we call Persian Society. We are not Hamals because our culture sucks! (Our culture is amazing , GFY) Its the fight, no doubt! You don't love it, you just know that all of this is bragging memories. So you can one day tell younger generations how you fought to be you.
We, in any culture, society, country or religion suffer the greatest loss... not embracing the comedy, beauty and success that makes us who we are.
Where did we come from? Here we are... aslan confused. The soul of Iran and the heart of America. I'll take the Statue of Liberty and the Azadi Monument and assure you that I only know how to speak passionately about both.
Nevertheless, we are a trapped generation. A catch 22. Caught some where between our families struggles for freedom and our imprisonment to their guilt. We never had to fight for our freedom. Never had to leave behind EVERYTHING to begin a new life for our families. Ama. However!!!!!! Anybody who has Persian parents, will tell you, all the obstacles, mazes, and durugh's that they had to accomplish to taste freedom.
But that's what we are... Children of the revolution. A lost generation mixed somewhere between "We didn't start the fire" and "Let's set the world on fire". We'll never get through this adventure alive if we don't explore it for all its worth. So get proud, loud, angry, and question EVERYTHING
..This is the story of our lives...as it is happening
-HAMAL CHRONICLES
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