Passing Glances

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Soroosh

We met in the mall

And you were in that dark green coat I would come to know

Timberland shoes, out-soles filled with snow

You smiled and shook my hand

An unusual blend of a formal yet playful, easy-going man.

Nut-brown eyes gazing through your spectacles, you told me you came from Iran

And immediately my mind thought “war”

I told you and you said “its what media says but it is not who we are”.

I knew that.

I blame the news for staining minds with conditioned stimulus.

No matter, for nothing came between us

And your endearing accent that some Canadians laughed at

Saying your sentences lacked intricacy like a child just learning to speak

I had an accent too but without bias I couldn’t understand their critique

Because you’re a brilliant engineer student with a personality like a kaleidoscope.

Your actions are usually practical yet considerate, your advice meted with kind hope.

You made me chatty, you made me laugh, shed and forget my skin.

You loved me without expectations, made me feel like kin.

I was surprised that beyond our differences we had the capacity to connect across cultural miles.

You, from the vilified Middle East and me a wide-eyed girl from the isles.

You, of Muslim faith and I, an undeclared Christian

You, with your interest in archaeology and me with my liking for the priscian.

You, with your craving for kalam polow, frittata and pita

Me, with my Bourbon St.Grill, milk-filled coffee and cheese pizza.

Unexpected start to an unforeseeable end.

What are the odds, my male best friend.