Been super busy lately. Only opportunity I’ve had for writing was to complete these two paragraphs for an English Composition course I’m taking at Athabasca University. It’s probably not of particular interest to most of you but it keeps my blog up-to-date which, in itself is a fine aspiration.
Hello, my name is…eclectic?
Under normal circumstances a well-paid orator would introduce me, however with a global recession looming, a self-introduction is all I can afford. My name is Emad Talisman. Originally, I was known as Emad Eblaghi – Eblaghi being the last-name of my forefathers. How I came to acquire the last name Talisman is a story unto itself, but let’s just say that my wife and I love compromises. My background is quite eclectic, a culmination of various colliding forces; like a mountain emerging from a tectonic collision. My parents are from two very different societies, remote villages found on the northern and eastern Iranian border. Escaping persecution under a fiercely fanatic, theocratic government they fled to Sri Lanka where, in the same year, yours truly was born. Soon after, in 1983, they found themselves in the bosom of the international orphanage, Canada. I’ve called Halifax home, ever since. Appropriately enough, the eclectic blood continues to flow. My 14-month-old daughter, born of an Irish/Scottish mother and Iranian father, sleepily toddles her way over to me as I write this paper. She’s a waddling metaphor of a neonatal, eclectic generation.
What’s your nationality?
In grade 7 I suffered from poor vocabulary. The word “nationality” did not enter my lexicon until an awkward situation in the boy’s bathroom with two ninth graders. They asked me, “What’s your nationality?” I said, “Bahá’í.” All three of us left the bathroom that day utterly confused. If you were to ask me now, of course I would answer Canadian. But looking back, I understand why I responded as I had. Growing up in a Bahá’í community, instilled with the quotation, “Let your vision be world embracing… ” You can’t help but consider yourself a child of a global nation, a borderless society. Ironically it was that same year that I would face my first personal encounter with racism. Over the years I would continue to face the realities of life, challenging my childhood, Sunday-school moralities. But now with a child of my own, I have come to appreciate the value of those beliefs. I guess Bahá’í was my nationality after all, my global community.