“But Sam lay back, and stared with open mouth, and for a moment, between bewilderment and great joy, he could not answer. “Well, Christmas is over, so it’s back to the same old stuff: finding new freelance work in a declining economy, updating the spreadsheets of slowly decreasing account balances, researching treatments for minor health ailments, feeling concerned for loved ones who are very ill, and praying earnestly for those who are still far from Christ.”Īs I lay in bed on the 26th with these thoughts, I watched the sun rise and a wondrous phrase came to me: So was I, and I can’t ignore what’s going on.Ī few days ago, when I woke up on December 26th, I argued with a few random “let-down syndrome” thoughts that tempted me. I had to address what I’m seeing and hearing. On top of this syndrome, add people’s valid concerns over personal and world events. It is Daniel's.Why am I writing about sadness after my joy-filled Advent series ? Because after the holidays, many people suffer from “let-down syndrome”, and they feel sad returning to ordinary routines after their celebrations. Like Scheherazade in a hostile classroom, Daniel weaves a tale to save his own life: to stake his claim to the truth. We bounce between a school bus of kids armed with paper clip missiles and spitballs to the heroines and heroes of Khosrou's family's past, who ate pastries that made people weep and cry 'Akh, Tamar!' and touched carpets woven with precious gems. Read more refugee camps of Italy.and further back to the fields near the river Aras, where rain-soaked flowers bled red like the yolk of sunset burst over everything, and further back still to the Jasmine-scented city of Isfahan. But Khosrou's stories, stretching back years, and decades, and centuries, are beautiful, and terrifying, from the moment his family fled Iran in the middle of the night with the secret police moments behind them, back to the sad, cement.

To them he is a dark-skinned, hairy-armed boy with a big butt whose lunch smells funny who makes things up and talks about poop too much. At the front of a middle school classroom in Oklahoma, a boy named Khosrou (whom everyone calls 'Daniel') stands, trying to tell a story. Description for Everything Sad Is Untrue: (a True Story) Hardcover.

All things sad are untrue