Nowruz

Hello! I am Nowruz. My name means “new day” in the Persian language. I am a very old celebration that marks the beginning of a brand new season: spring. People welcome me on the spring equinox. That’s a special day when the hours of daytime and nighttime are almost exactly the same length. My arrival is a sign of renewal, when plants begin to grow again and the world feels fresh and new.

My story started more than 3,000 years ago in a place called ancient Persia, which is now the country of Iran. My traditions are connected to an ancient religion called Zoroastrianism. Its followers honored the return of light and warmth after the long, cold winter. They saw the longer, sunnier days as a victory of light over darkness. This is why people celebrate me when spring begins, as the sun stays in the sky for a little longer each day.

To prepare for my arrival, many families set up a special table called a Haft-sin. This is a beautiful display of seven items that all start with the ‘S’ sound in the Persian language. Each of these items is a symbol of hope and good wishes for the year ahead. For example, families place green sprouts, called sabzeh, on the table to represent rebirth and new life. They also include apples, or sib, which are a symbol of health and beauty. Another item is vinegar, called serkeh, which represents patience and the wisdom that comes with age. The table is a centerpiece for the celebration, reminding everyone of the good things they hope for.

My celebrations are filled with joyful and exciting customs. On the last Tuesday night before I begin, some people take part in a festival called Chaharshanbe Suri. During this event, people safely jump over small bonfires. This tradition is a symbolic way to leave behind any bad feelings or problems from the old year and start the new year fresh and clean. Throughout the thirteen days that I am celebrated, families spend time visiting one another. They share delicious meals, tell stories, and exchange gifts to show their love and friendship.

Today, millions of people all over the world celebrate me. My traditions are enjoyed in many places, from Iran and Afghanistan to countries in Central Asia and beyond. While some customs might be a little different from one place to another, everyone shares the same happy spirit of welcoming a new beginning. My final day is called Sizdah Bedar. On this day, families and friends often pack picnics and go outdoors to parks or the countryside. They spend the day enjoying nature together, which is a perfect way to end the celebration of spring’s return.