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     I am not happy with the style of my writing, though I don't expect to write as good as a columnist of the Guardian !

     I wonder whether I can choose an exact subject for my blog and eventually focus on the particular way of writing, e.g writing about the feeling of being living abroad and using the relevant vocabularies, just for a while. Then I can change the subject to the another. The aim would be to work on the variety of subjects, to persuade myself writing regularly and to get used to write in English.

     Being a bit busier than usual didn't give me enough time to write.I will try the different ways to discover the joy of writing in English, not only to pass a kiddy exam in the end of my course but also to build up my confidence when I am living in the territory of English !

Hyde Park



    

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     It's about six  in the evening.The telephone rings and a number appears on the screen which shows someone is calling from Iran.Easy to recognise the number, my uncle's, who is about sixty-five and retired in 90s.I stare at the phone as I'm speaking to my guest and trying to keep on the conversation without interruption.He suggests me to answer the phone, I refused.

     Soon after, some nostalgic memories begin to flow in my thoughts,remembering a period of two month time when I was staying with my uncle in another city, pretending making up my failure in the school's exam, but I didn't properly.

     From the very first day I arrived the city, I started to discover all the interesting places, parks with playgrounds,cinema,bookshops and cafes. My uncle was treating me with utmost kindness. He offered me some money which seemed a lot to me.I spent all the money in two or three  days and then I realised it was my packet money for a week !

      I didn't practise my lesson but I found some friends,a shopkeeper who was telling old stories about the city when I was drinking my Pepsi sitting on a dirty stool in his shop. A young smart man working at a small shop who I thought he was a writer or a poet,he wasn't actually but I enjoyed his talking on contemporary literatrue.

     I was looking for a valid card phone on the table to call my uncle back when he rang again and I answered. He was trying to speak loudly and pleasant, I tried to play the same .It was Yalda,the longest night in the year and people celebrate as a custom.My uncle was teasing the celebration of Yalda as he used to do with many other traditional ceremonies.He is a kind of person who has lived between his traditional view of life and the reality of the change for ages.

     He asked me if I return home soon and I said yes, in the next a few months.Then, I thought that I had missed him so much.

    

     I haven't  seen my uncle for about five years.

    

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      I was so tired yesterday. I went so many places, I discovered a book shop with the prices less than a half, spent some money and came home hungry and cold.I ate the food which was left from the night before and went to the coach station to take my guest home.

     My friend has been surprised by the size of the place I live in. I realised he was trying to be polite but he doesn't know that I am a real dreamer ; there is a huge endless fantastic world in my mind which I try to place it in this little room, next to my bed, beside the books.

    I was supposed to start reading the third chapter of Kureishi's book, My Ear At His Heart, but it was to late.I talked to my guest about the book and its writer and he said that he had read something about the author.

    I am going to bed late, very late, same as usual.

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 I went to Hyde Park yesterday. I walked for an hour and took pictures (I love my mobile phone ! ) It was an amazing scenery of  the Winter.I will share the pictures on the blog when a fault in my computer is resolved.

      I started my Sunday with Radio BBC 4. There was an interesting broadcast about black Muslim communities in London. The broadcaster was speaking to different members of Muslim community, concentrating on black Muslims. I had missed the first minutes of the programme but for the rest , I could clearly acknowledge the main debate : What is the most important issue for a black Muslim ? Identification or Faith ? I liked one of the questions in the programme, asking why the blacks needed to have a separate mosque when Islam claims in the religion, the colour really doesn't matter !? Since I have started asking about the class I am belonging to in The UK, I follow anything around minorities, even religious minorities, the field I have always ignored deliberately.

     Tomorrow a friend of mine coming to see me from Sheffield.A gentleman who I know him since 2007. He was my bilingual dictionary when we were working in a Turkish take-away and we had a very very funny time because of a silly boss we had. The take-away owner was so greedy and doing stupid things to cheat customers and to make money, but his plans usually ended up with trouble or complaint from the customers.Still I remember a night when his lovely daughter,age 5 , was crying for a small pizza that he didn't want to give her and asking her to try Donner Kebab !!! Then I decided to order a small pizza for her from another shop ! Three years passed by, we are still sharing some funny memories of those days.

      Today I was thinking of something to buy,giving to my friend as a present.I didn't find anything in the biggest shopping centre in the city (!!) but I'll try my favourite store,Tk max, tomorrow,something good and nice and  cheap  ... and ... cheaper, when you pay for a present !