“I’d like you to meet my friend Fara. She was our daughter’s teacher when she was four years old.” We were at our weekly fire meditation. On this day, my friend and our daughter were joining for the first time.
“You are friends with your daughter’s teacher from that many years ago? That is hard to believe!” the expression on my friends’ faces was priceless.
“Would you like to hear the story?” I asked.
“Yes, this must be an interesting story.”
When our daughter was four years old, school district had a multilingual program for preschoolers. You know that is the best time to learn languages. We always spoke Farsi at home yet when our children went to daycare, they started speaking English. We continued speaking Farsi at home, they responded in English. We were hoping they would preserve their mother’s tongue.
I was so thankful for this program and took our daughter to register her for the English / Farsi class. We met the teacher to explain the program for us. She was a beautiful woman with loving kind eyes, mild mannered, professional and respectful.
As she was sharing about the format of the program, I felt a strong like for her as if I had known her. I thought to myself she has chosen to work with young children, well she must be a loving and patient person and that is the attraction. Yet what I was feeling was much deeper. I dismissed my inner feelings trying to be present and listen to her presentation. Her voice was soothing.
My mind drifted again. I asked myself, do I know her? Have I met her before? I knew it was the first time meeting her. What was this feeling of recognition? I couldn’t put my finger on it. However I knew she was familiar to me. Something in her eyes.
I was not paying attention. My mind was searching in the memory bank of my brain for some kind of clues. Who is she? Whom does she remind me of? I was scanning images in my mind. Suddenly, a moment of clarity!
Could it be?
When I was teaching at the National University of Iran, I had a female student who was not only a beautiful woman, had a loving and kind energy. She was always present in class, asked questions and participated. I felt perhaps she was as interested in understanding the human psyche as I was. I was energized by her passion and enthusiasm and wanted to support her in becoming a psychologist and to continue her further studies. She had beautiful brown eyes with warm loving energy.
Bingo! This teacher reminded me of that student long ago. I couldn’t help myself.
“I am sorry to interrupt you. You look so familiar to me. You remind me of a student I had years ago in Tehran. Would you by any chance know
Fereshteh K?” I asked.
Her jaws dropped! Her eyes were wide opened! She looked shocked in disbelief. She paused for a long time! After a few long minutes, she said she is my younger sister.
“OMG, it is a small world.” You know I felt as something about you is so familiar, searching in my mind. This is amazing. How is your sister? Where is she and what is she doing?” in that moment there was a soul recognition with much joy and laughter.
She had introduced herself with her married name. I knew I would have recognized her with her maiden name. we became friends and it was a blessing for our daughter to have her for one year as her teacher.
We left Iran when our daughter was only one year old. She does not remember anything from Iran. However, at age 32, she is fluent in Farsi and at times amazes me with her vocabulary. Thanks to a passionate and dedicated teacher.
On this day, the teacher and the student were attending a fire meditation together sitting side to side
Thank you Fara, in honor of many years of service to our children.