Last night we gathered in my father's house on the occasion of Yalda night. Here in Iran we celebrate Yalda, the longest night of the year. Yalda is the night of the ending day of autumn. So the next day after Yalda winter starts.
Iranians usually go to the elders' house in the family. So if there is no grand Pa or grand Ma, then they chose to go to an uncle or an aunt or even an older sister or brother. There they eat and chat till late night. One of the features of the event is the watermelon and pomegranate and nuts.
The event is an ancient tradition and as far as I can recall this has been very attentively held in my family and others whom I know. The interesting part and the main objective of my post today is that no one talks about the necessity of keeping such tradition by holding such gatherings but just to hold it. Showing to our children what we care for is best when we do it rather to talk about it.
Iranians usually go to the elders' house in the family. So if there is no grand Pa or grand Ma, then they chose to go to an uncle or an aunt or even an older sister or brother. There they eat and chat till late night. One of the features of the event is the watermelon and pomegranate and nuts.
The event is an ancient tradition and as far as I can recall this has been very attentively held in my family and others whom I know. The interesting part and the main objective of my post today is that no one talks about the necessity of keeping such tradition by holding such gatherings but just to hold it. Showing to our children what we care for is best when we do it rather to talk about it.
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