We finally entered “Bahman” month in Iran (which is almost the end of January). Among 12 months of the year, “Bahman” was always seemed special. I used to love this month when I was younger.  Maybe one of the reasons is that I was born in Bahman. And according to us Iranians, I am a Bahman’s girl.

Anyway, as I got older, I realized that Bahman, along with Khordad (late spring) were always been two of the most turbulent and adventurous months in my country (Iran).

Ironically Bahaman means “avalanche”. Many events have happened in our country during this month. I do not want to look like a cliché or seem superstitious, but Bahman has always had a different feeling. It carries with it a sense of hope for change. However, it may be just a naïve belief.

Last year, my friends threw a surprise birthday party for me. Something that I never expected. and they actually surprised me.

In the cold of February, we went to one of the beaches and we were freezing. A friend started a fire by the beach and we were all standing there. My friends' faces were a little excited and worried. I did not know the reason until they announced that we were going to go into one of the rooms and have breakfast there instead.

I did not understand the reason for their insistence to go inside the building and said: Let's have breakfast here.

Our group leader was talking on the phone constantly. It was as if he was waiting for someone. But in general, they did not look suspicious and they got me good. They even ordered balloons and birthday cake. And right in the middle of nowhere, they lit candles for me and congratulated me on my birthday. I was thrilled…, what a day…