A Love Poem

There are times in your life that you can’t tell so you write
That there’s a passion in your heart
A pleasant feeling not so smart
This cruel killer is blind from the start
It takes out your small heart when you’re still just in doubt
That what love could be all about
But then you see in this game you’ve become an instant part
You want to tell you’re a man who always sought
To tell his beloved something but
Never dared to tell her she’s the one whom he can’t live without

Grandparents:teachers of life

When talking about grandparents, different things may come to your mind: from repetitive stories you have listened to for more than a thousand times to the very special kindness they have toward their grandchildren. As you see, there are so many things that can be talked about related to grandparents. here, I don’t want to talk about how to treat them or advice everybody to respect them because they are older than us or stuff like that, but my purpose is to remind everybody about the very moments that pass so quickly while we don’t consider these men and women of wisdom aren’t perpetual extraterrestrial creatures; they are invaluable sources to the past and very kind friends in the present who share their experiences about life with us for free; they need our attention and their experiences and yet we don’t consider that they would-far from them-pass the way and we would no longer have access to them and blame ourselves for not paying enough attention to them. It’s always like this; when we lose something, we understand how valuable it’s been.

Anyway, what I want to mention in this piece of writing is my own experience. The fact is that it’s been about 2 months since I’ve been living with my grandfather. during these 2 months everything has almost been fine; almost everyday I wake up at 7 and eat breakfast and then leave home at about 7:30.after my tennis training session is finished, I return home when it’s almost 1 A.M or sometimes a little after that when I arrive. While I’m out, my grand father cooks lunch and waits for me to come back so that we can have lunch together. After lunch we take a nap which lasts about 1.5 hours. After we wake up, each of us busies himself with his own job: I read a book or a newspaper and he whether reads a book or seats in silence as none of us have the least tendency to watch the ridiculous IRIB. The best part of the story begins at about 9:30 when I have finished my job and we have had a light dinner; we begin to talk. That’s when he talks about the past and his experiences and tells those beautiful stories: from the time their family moved to Tehran about 65 years ago to giving a thorough picture of the city in different periods of time. for example he once recalled how the coup had happened in 28th of Mordad 1332 when he has been a 14 year old boy; he recalls a time when the whole transportation had been done by horses and donkeys and there had been no cars; he has so many stories about the 8-year Iran-Iraq war and the aerial bombardments during the war. When I asked him about the worst happening in his life, he mentioned the death of his wife-my beloved grandmother-which happened about 1.5 years ago. Since that time he hasn’t been able to completely adjust to his new life although he is a great deal better compared to those first days. Although he lives in a 3-story building where 2 of my uncles live in the two other floors, he still feels lonely for he has lost his partner with whom he had lived about 50 years.

At the end of the day, I want to say that he is just an example of our grandparents whom deserve more respect and attention from their children and grandchildren and need somebody to talk with about their experiences and about the difficulties they have faced in their life. They are live sources to the past and kind teachers of present who teach us invaluable lessons about life. Let’s be kinder to them and spend a little more time with them from which both sides can benefit; let’s value them for their experiences about life and their kindness toward us and try to use these kind teachers before losing them.

تو بیا

تو بیا پنجره را باز کنیم تو بیا نغمه ای آواز کنیم
تو بیا تو بیا تا که در این مات ترین لحظه ی شب یک غزل زندگی آغاز کنیم
تو بیا تا که خدا را با ما با هم محرم راز کنیم
بال ها باز کنیم برویم بالا باز هم بالاتر
تو بیا تا که به سمت خورشید عزم پرواز کنیم

تو بیا سبز شویم تو بیا دست اندر دست ما برای این خاک سرنوشت ساز شویم

تو بیا تا همه یکدل یک رنگ با ستاره ها دمساز شویم

تو بیا ایران را غرق در نور کنیم غرق در خوشبختی از ستم دور کنیم

تو بیا تا شکفیم بار دیگر با هم چشم مزدوران را اینچنین کور کنیم
تو بیا تا یک شب بر فراز این بام بار دیگر چون پیش ساعتی در آنجا نغمه ی الله اکبر
را طنین انداز کنیم

تو بیا تا ما همه با هم چشم ها باز کنیم در میان مردم ناله آغاز کنیم

ناله ای بر حال ساقه ی یاس کنیم ساقه ی بشکسته اندکی ناز کنیم

تو بیا تا که به یاد شهدا قرآن باز کنیم و بخوانیم کمی از سخنان معبود وبدانیم که او اینچنین می گوید
که شهیدان گر چه که به خون غلطیدند اما زنده اند آنان و در نزد یار آنان مهمان اند
تو بیا تا به همه یاد دهیم که خدا نزدیک است و خدا در همه جاست و خدا در همه جاست و به یاد آریم کنون که خدا یاور ماست و بدانیم که او می گوید
ان الباطل کان زهوقا به راستی باطل رفتنی است

تقدیم به تمام آزادگان این کره خاکی

به سوی آزادی

روزها میگذرند و دلم غمناک است
ازپس پنجره ها به افق می نگرم و به خورشید که بس سوزان است
در دلم باز کسی می گوید قدحی سر کش و از یاد ببر هر چه در طبع جهان بیداد است
من ولی انسانم و درون سینه جایگاهی ست که آن رهگذر جانان است
جایگاهی ست که روزی دل بود و از بهر هر آنچه در جهان می رفت او غافل بود
اما اکنون....آه
من نتوانم که از یاد برم گریه ی مادر را در نبود پسرش
ضجه آن پدری را که در بالینش لاله اش پر پر شد
نعره ی جلادان در ظلمت این تلخ ترین شب ها را
که نوای الله اکبر را به گلوله پاسخ گفتند
چشم ها را می بندم و به خود می گویم
عمر بیداد بسی کوتاه است

تقدیم به تمام آزادگان این کره خاکی

Utopia

In this piece of writing I want to take a look at some features of a utopia and also determine how many of them and to what extent are accomplished in our country. The features are the following:

1. Freedom of speech/expression: this is something which is so necessary for human beings. Everybody should have the right to freely express his/her opinions and talk about them with others. Now we want to see to what extent this is accomplished in our country. In my humble opinion, this has truly and completely been accomplished in our country. here one is free to express his/her opinions therefore one has freedom of speech BUT if one does so, he/she must not expect to remain free after that; he/she will probably be sent to a 5-star modern hotel in Darakeh hills. So we conclude that one perfectly has freedom of speech but nobody can guarantee him/her post-speech freedom. How fair! Other countries should learn from us!

2. Freedom of information: this is another aspect of a utopian society. Everyone has the right to access information freely. Now what can we say about our country? Bingo. You are right. This is completely accomplished in our country as well. When here one is free to access any source of information he/she wants especially when we have high-speed internet connections free of the least filtering. This means nothing other than freedom of information. The only thing one needs to know is that what one means by the word “want” is really controversial. On page 1853 in Longman Dictionary of Contemporary English one can find the word “want”. The second meaning is: need [T]used to say that you need something or to ask someone firmly to do something for you. As you can see, to want means to need. Based on this fact I want to conclude that one can access any source of information he/she wants (needs).and who decides what you need and what you don’t? The answer is clear; those kind-hearted good-natured guys who dedicate themselves to filter and hack the unwanted useless websites. Consequently we can conclude that if one can’t for example access facebook.com or even Yahoo Chat, he/she doesn’t want it. (The latter meaning of want is intended.)

3. Freedom of the press: another aspect of a utopia is freedom of speech; something that includes freedom of the media to inform members of the society of the latest news and freely broadcast the news. This feature doesn’t require much explanation for it’s accomplished in Iran to the extent that one can’t find any other equivalent for it in the entire universe. Here, one is free to establish newspapers, NGOs and even create web logs. But one should also always bear in mind that nothing in this world is perpetual. If one’s web log for example is filtered just some few days after it’s been created, he/she shouldn’t be disappointed. He/she can create a new one and this cycle can continue indefinitely. if a newspaper is not allowed to be published anymore, be sure that it’s because of protecting the environments; so many trees must be cut down to make paper so that these junks can be published; therefore we understand that freedom of the press is completely accomplished in Iran.

4. Freedom of thought: everybody is free to think about whatever he/she wants and follow the ideas he/she wants. It’s obvious that here one has this right as well as the other ones. Again there is something to remember: one’s thoughts and opinions are the basis of his/her actions and one’s actions are the results of his/her thoughts and opinions. So one is free to think about whatever he/she wants but he/she must be careful because if he/she wants to act based on his/her thoughts, he/she would sometimes face some hard, wooden or metal devices like baton or chain. What we can conclude is that freedom of thought fully exists in our country.

5. Freedom of choice: the last thing I want to mention here is freedom of choice. Every human being is free to choose what he/she wants between different options; the thing to which most attention is given in our country and the thing which is protected, respected and accomplished more than other rights is this very right. The only thing that must be clarified is that one is free to choose what he/she wants and prefers between different options but it doesn’t necessarily mean that he/she can get what he/she has chosen. By this I mean that for instance the guys who are responsible to protect and count people’s votes would accidentally on purpose make mistakes. As an example, they would mistake “chee toz”for “chiz”.as we say in Farsi: “ensan jaiezolkhatast madarekesham mojude”

Conclusion: we’re living in a utopia and as A.N said when addressing his respectful, educated fans after the recent (s) election: “freedom exceeds 100% in our country” so mind your own business, enjoy your freedom and try to identify those guys with red lines around their heads who are shown on IRIB. And don’t give a shit about the
“Dust and soil” you see these days.


Dedicated to beloved A.N

Babies and Parents

When I want to talk or write about babies, I can't control my excitement. Babies are invaluable gifts our merciful God has granted us. They are pure, beautiful, cute and lovely; they bring with themselves an indefinite happiness to our lives. From the moment they are born, the parents' hearts become an ocean of love and kindness in which the love of baby (babies) inhabits forever. From the moment they are born, parents aren't just husband and wife anymore but they are father and mother-the words no dictionary has a true definition for.

Babies are really lovely especially when they are twins. Fortunately, I have the chance to be with twins because my uncle has twins; a beautiful, cute little girl and a cute, lovely little boy. They're just 11 months old now. Their names are Fatemeh and Mohammad Taha. Since I go to my uncle's house regularly I have the chance to be with these little angels. I cuddle them, sing songs for them, play with them, fondle and kiss them. You can't imagine how perfect it is when I play with them and fondle them and kiss them. You can't imagine how perfect it is when I play with them and fondle and kiss them.

Although being with babies is fun, it has its own difficulties as well especially for parents; parents can't sleep well at night because of the babies; they should cuddle them regularly and when babies begin to cry, the parents should be patient and try to use any trick they know to calm them even acting as a clown for them. Babies don't let you do your job or study and there are so many other difficulties. Our parents have passed all these difficulties successfully and they have made tireless efforts to raise us. We should always thank them for their patience and kindness in raising us.

At last, since tomorrow is Father's Day I want to say to all the fathers especially my father: " Happy Father's Day."

A Suggestion for Summer!

If you have not decided about where you want to travel to in summer,I have a good suggestion.Darakeh hills can be a peaceful and perfect destination for summer vacation.For reserving a hotel room you can call 113.Special discount for those who use green wristbands.

Beggars

These beggars you see in the streets everyday are frauds; they take your money, waste your time, hurt your feelings and what is worse is that they abuse your humanitarian attitudes to achieve their goal: Earning money in a way that will hurt others both emotionally and economically.

More or less, all of us have been fooled by these beggars whom I like to address as thieves. Their job is one of the most evil jobs man has ever experienced to earn a living. They don't try to earn an honest penny because they find it easier to steal from others. And what is interesting is that they usually make a fortune out of what they do after some years. Anyway, the reason I have decided to write something about these frauds is a recent experience.

Here is my experience. About four months ago, when I was walking in the street, a man with a child of about 7-8 years of age came to me and said:"az shahrestan umadam.mikham beram molaghate kasi bimarestan.keraie taxi nadaram.in bache goshnast.komakam kon" as it is obvious, his sentences didn't fit together and it was crystal clear that he was lying; therefore, I decided to get rid of him by using a trick. I had a tennis ball in my hand .I told him that I had no money and offered him to take the ball if he wanted (that I thought he would certainly refuse and then I could get rid of him) surprisingly he accepted my offer—a really generous one-- in no time and said that he would give it to the child. (Of course he didn't do so.)Completely shocked and surprised, I took my way home. Time passed and just some days ago again I saw the very man with the very boy and the very clothes. I was talking on the telephone in a phone booth. Like the previous time he came to me and said:"in bache ro amal kardam.alan mikham daruhasho begiram.pul nadaram.mituni un karte telefonet ro be man bedi?" his sentences were both funny and silly. If an operation has just been done on the child, how can he walk now? What is the relationship between needing money and telephone card? Anyway, I firmly said no to him but he insisted on his request but as I knew him, I left him and didn't give him the card.

Based on this experience I concluded that they take whatever that comes in their way. It can be a tennis ball, a telephone card, a piece of bread or anything that you can imagine. At the end of the day, I think we should be more careful not to be fooled by different kinds of frauds we see everyday.

Tears of a lover

What has happened to me? What has happened to an energetic, cheerful boy that has turned him to a quiet, sad, desperate one?

Some weeks ago everything was o.k. I was happy and all the time joking with others about different things, but in a moment everything changed. My heart stopped beating for a second or two. I felt cold and my eyes couldn't return from the direction they had gone into a second before. After this lovely moment everything changed. Now I can't laugh anymore. I just pretend to be laughing. I'm all the time crying and I have no power over it and I can't stop that. My tears smoothly slip down my cheeks fondling my face. I'm all the time worried about the fact that someone would see my tears so I try to hide my eyes behind my trembling hands. I can't understand what happened at that beautiful moment; I can't understand whose fault is it that my heart is stolen. Is it my fault? Or is it some one else's fault? Am I guilty for I let my heart be an angel's palace? Or maybe my eyes are guilty for they stared at a pretty angel and couldn't help stopping. Is that pretty angel guilty for stealing my heart? Oh, she didn't steal it .I myself gifted it to her. In fact it was the smallest thing I could do. I think nobody is guilty. I think I'm like a prey that has trapped himself in the predator's trap voluntarily.

Now it's too late to think about whose fault it is and who is guilty. It's time to find the road to the predator's house for the predator doesn't know that her prey is waiting for her to free him from the trap that she has laid. A trap that its noose is the heavenly power of her glassy, beautiful eyes and her brilliant, captivating smile.

persian poet quots:

توی آسمون عشقم غیر تو پرنده ای نیست روی خاموشی لب هام جز تو اسم دیگه ای نیست
توی قلب من عزیزم هیچ کسی جایی نداره دل عاشقم به جز تو هیچ کسی رو دوست نداره

P.S.This is a romantic post which is only the imaginations of the author.It is not real and the things mentioned in the post are not the thoughts or the feelings of the author.

A Memorable Week

Last week was a dramatic week for me. First, one of my dreams came to reality after waiting for two years. Since two years ago I was dreaming of becoming a tennis player and all the time one of my thoughts was finding a way to start exercising tennis. For some reasons I had not been able to accomplish this but finally I’m victorious now and I’m exercising as a tennis player. Now whenever I enter the tennis court I feel really fantastic; I feel like I’m a bird flying in the infinite sky.

Second, when I returned to my hometown last week I was informed that we were going to the roof of our house so as the son I had to help. In the three days that I was home I worked hard till twilight and then after taking a shower after a day of hard work I laid down on my bed like a dead body. So you see what interesting and unpredictable life it is! At the end of the week I learned an invaluable lesson: one can never predict what is waiting for him tomorrow. In fact the things that happened to me last week prove this completely; for the first three days of the week I was so energetic and excited and I felt like I was walking on the stars but for the next three days I was tired to death because of the backbreaking work. I think I was like a cell phone flashing all the time alarming about the battery being low. Oh, what a comparison!

Anyway, last week was an interesting and joyful (!) week for me. I wish you all have fantastic and memorable days.