Years ago, when I was in University, Dan introduced me to the Iranian new year, Nowruz. He spoke with such enthusiasm about this day. How ridiculous our current new year is considering it happens at the darkest, wettest, coldest part of the year. It made no sense. It makes no sense. Rather, Iranians celebrated new years on the first day of spring. Spring is a time where the tide turns. When the days become more bountiful. When the sun begins to shine a bit more.

For myself, living in Scandinavia, it’s also the time when everyone south of us gets less sunlight than us. We’ve had to endure a long winter, now comes our reward. Copenhagen is showing it’s spring colours today. I’m thankful for that at least.

Also, to all the mothers in the Arab speaking world, Happy Mother’s Day.