A number of symbolic objects are displayed for sale during the Nowruz celebrations, in Tehran, Iran. Picture by Ahmad Halabisaz/Xinhua News Agency/PA Images. All rights reserved.Nowruz has always been a very special occasion for me; a time of year when my heart beats faster than usual, when I'm more inclined to see everything through more romantic eyes.
It is a time when I think about the importance of nature and why it should be preserved at the dawn of spring, while food packaging companies, nuclear power plants, oil tankers and coal mines don't agree with me; why families entrap themselves in unnecessary clashes and skirmishes throughout the year to finally use Nowruz as an opportunity for reconciliation.
Nowruz, for me is an opportunity to contemplate, to ask unanswered questions and sometimes create some of my best works of journalism and writing. It is also a chance to revisit myself and look at what I'm doing wrong. But it is also one of the few moments of the year when I can smile sincerely.
