The Cypress Tree, a symbol of truthfulness, freedom, purity, and grace, a metaphor by the author for Iranians.
A woman, with humble roots from Abadan, takes a journey back home from London to give us glimpses of fortunes, tragedies, adventure, and romances of a family which survived wars, political unjust, and modernity with love, bond, and courage.
The rediscovery of her country’s culture and remaining relations after 1979 revolution in Iran, to show the birth of a new nation with the help of authors nostalgic depiction.
With her return, she gives us the memoir of lands, rivers, forest and landscapes which we would have never imagined. With her journey, she tells us about Iranian version of paradise, which is their land, soil of the places familiar to them, the people they love.
She gives us insights of people, a culture which is intense, stunning, and moving. She gives us glimpses of the society which has changed and molded itself through the thousand years of bloodshed, violence, and uncertainty.
She explains how Iranian society is based on values of honor and respect, and being seen to do the right thing is almost as important as actually doing it.
A journey divided between the ones who had to flee the country, the ones who was part of the Culture revolution, and also of the ones who refuse to leave the motherland despite all the danger and mess.
Kamini narration is intruding, it leaves you with a feeling of belonging to a land you have never visited, a love towards her family, which will make you miss yours.
Often books focus on Tehran, but this one gives you memoir of Abadan to Shiraz, Kurdish to Azerbaijan, she takes us in the corners of Iran which often west misses out.
An insight of mentality of a society which has Persian sensuality and Islamic prudery, which is sacred and profane at the same time. The web of love which binds Iranians together, which brings back the ones living outside the country, which binds them together despite the distance.
It is a thrilling read, a book written with love and passion, with the scent of memories, belonging, and patriotism.
My favorite from the book:
‘Iran itself will go on, of this I am sure. With her refined Persian culture and her strong women and poetic men, is, I am sure, a survivor. Our culture and our history continue to enrich the wound of new Iranians born to families far from home, and from Los Angeles to Perth, a new generation of Iranians are growing up with a longing they can hardly understand, a heart beating with the yearning to visit the land of our ancestors, to lie under a tree in the soft sunlight and become intoxicated by the fragrance of jasmine and orange blossom to repossess our own personal paradise. ‘