DEATH of a POOR HAJI

Besmehi Taala
Salam
Just wanted to announce that HAJI is DEAD!
Someone very close to me, in an effort to limit my FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION, criticized me about writing about DEATH all the time. It took me a long time to respond to the request to stop writing about this subject, and I finally figured out I will be DEAD without enjoying my NATURAL GOD GIVEN RIGHT to EXPRESS MYSELF FREELY. Now that I have convinced myself to obey the order of not talking about DEATH, I officially announce that I AM DEAD or more precisely POOR HAJI is DEAD!

of course for now!

I also did write this post to check if we can still post our views in the blog. This is because I heard from some of our hamrahs that it is not possible to do so!

baharnarenj excites

in this days i am fullof excitemennt because tommmoro go to mashhad when i come back enshaALALLAH writing more and more i see other webloge,i be gheyrati we weblog very khalvat i try (with help of God )shologhesh konam of course with good and nice maters.

leila unlearns

there are more memories of a journey had we together... i enjoyed of beuties nature in that place.green trees and high mountain lived incomparble nature shomal for me...the thing was more than of all ffuunn for me in jajrod friandly between friends.i hope than can learn and un-learning of hamrahan and i could knowing my self better.

Amusements in our life like as vanilla, if become more
than needed; our life's Cake became destroyed.

Somayyeh

منزه است آفریدگار روشنی

Salaam
These days are so beautiful because we had a good meeting and all the faces is in our mind…
Suzi ! I need your braveness to speak about my new world that I’m walking on , …
The wide , attractive and beautiful world .
these days I think about SHENAKHT many many times .
I make the rope of friendship with ابوسعید ابوالخیر for first time, and next I find the world of بایزید and then I know ابوالحسن خرقانی
at night I had so beautiful experience with these three seas« Bayazid , Aboosaeed, Kharaghani ».
may be because the nights are full of silent and mystery…and…
Yes , Suzi I need your brave to say I choose nights because the nights are too dark .may be you get surprise the concept of dark nights for our world have been changed!
Our children are afraid of darkness of the night! And we forgot the pure of nights …
In فیه مافیه you read a nice point about darkness of night …
Molavi said: every things at night become hidden except Ria! You know, Ria get obvious at night!…

This point shows only a little about deepness of nights . I find my self so closer to deep point of life and I smell یاسمین طلب at nights …
Somayyeh ! you know in moonlight all the things get changed…you can hear all of voices better. you can hear your lower whispering even as a loudest voice...
you can listen to your pain at nights , Bahar narenj.
When you open دفتر روشنایی at night you can see the Roshani …and you don’t believe any other Roshanayi( like sunshine or other …)for you the concept of Roshani get changed in darkness. and become so meaningful.

muniature changes

we are constantly changing... i am afraid i might write something now and it may not be the same a couple minutes later!

زین جا که منم تا که بدآنجا که منم...!

After some week , Salaam my dear friends …Now I am in holiday and I’ve a lot to say …in these days I read my dear “ فیه ما فیه” and I find many deep and strong RAZ in it.I astonish when I see them in myself ! and I feel very near to them.I write done one of these deep point:

گفت : پیلی را آوردند بر سر چشمه ای که آب خورد.خود را در آب می دید و می رمید! او می پنداشت که از دیگری می رمد.. .همه ی اخلاق بد از ظلم و کین و حسد و کبر و بی رحمی چون در "توست" نمی رنجی ، چون آنرا در دیگری می بینی ، می رمی و می رنجی

. This view of closeness with this bad things , made me so ashamed of myself .And remind me one of Attar’s robaee he said:

هر روز حجاب بیقراران بیش است
زان درد من از قطره ی باران بیش است
زینجا که منم تا که بدانجا که منم
دو کوَن چه باشد که هزاران بیش است

let's think!

hours riding

OH,i am so busy i have so many classes.
but i love all of them.my favorite is hours riding actually i like horses more than the ride.we are 4 people in one class and each one has a hours.mines is white and in some parts black,and hes name is (badpa).
its great every day i want to go there but the classes are just 2 days in a week. well yesterdays i had the class and every part of me hurts.well that's all.

eternity

I think people die but they die only physically and they live with their mind and their results of acts in the world.
They never go.
We can't see them with eyes but they exist.
When teachers help to get human, they live in their students.
When a scientist does a project or invents he or she lives to the end of the world and when a poet say a poem lives with that like an artist lives with his or her artworks.
It is a way that people never forget them and they live in people's mind.

2:186 "When My servants ask thee concerning Me, I am indeed close (to them): I listen to the prayer of every suppliant when he calleth on Me: Let them also, with a will, Listen to My call, and believe in Me: That they may walk in the right way."

Wa alaikom Al-Salam!

Dear All ESPECIALLY YOU!!
Yes that's right don't look behind you, you've guessed it I'm talking to you!

There was a very popular show on TV a little while back and it contributed a portion of the show to a charity fund for Africans and especially African children. One of the advertisements that seemed surprising to me and might also sound surprising to you was short clips of famous and [lovable!] celebrities talking about how many funerals they have attended in their lifetime. Like David Bechahm saying he attended one or two, actors saying they attended one, the number of funerals they had attended would never go over three times. Then in the end of the clip they showed an African man who says I have attended 428 funerals (I cant remember the exact number but it was something around 400 i think)! This was to show that nobody dies in "developed" countries but in Africa people keep dying! So feel sorry for them and pay up!

Now can you even count how many funerals you have attended in your life time?! I know I went to two funerals and was going to go to two more during my three week visit to Iran! Not to mention that we go to 3-4 ceremonies per dead person!

Regardless of how you're going to argue about charities being good, and others arguing that the same companies and countries which broadcast these shows are the same people who've contributed in these poor people being subjected to death, I wanted to look at it from a different point of view. It seems that the celebrities that so many people in the world love to be, and look up to have no clue about death! They either don't see the people dying around them or do not see at all! All of us including the ones who refuse to read this will die someday! Some will die sooner than others and in my opinion our memories will not do much good for us. As I'm writing this I read that Ayatollah Fadhel passed away, (khoda rahmateshoon kone inshallah)...

I guess the memories that will cause people to pray for us will be of some benefit but in general why should we worry about how people would remember us as? I'm not saying we shouldn't care, but I don't think we should worry about it.

When we want to go to Mashhad and it says Esfahan 48 kilometers we can do one of these things:

1. We can ignore the fact that we're supposed to go to Mashhad and continue with going to Esfahan INSISTING that we're going the right path regardless of all the signs and all the other people telling us we're going the wrong way and the information desk giving us the map!! KNOWING we will be doomed!!

31:7 When Our Signs are rehearsed to such a one, he turns away in arrogance, as if he heard them not, as if there were deafness in both his ears: announce to him a grievous Penalty.

2. Turn back, go back to the junction you missed and make up for the loss and go back towards Mashhad.

3. Go to Esfahan and hope you can catch a plane on time and get to Mashhad faster!

I'm sure a lot of you are thinking of option number 3! much easier ha?! We'll just have our fun and in the end we'll catch the plane to the promised land! From what I have seen the best way is never the easiest one! And remember Mashhad has the best food in Iran!

TURN BACK NOW! ONCE YOU DO, EVEN IF YOU CRASH ALONG THE WAY THERE WILL BE A WHOLE FLEET OF PLANES, CHOPPERS AND ANGELS TO TAKE YOU TO WHERE YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO...

39:53 Say: "O my Servants who have transgressed against their souls! Despair not of the Mercy of Allah. for Allah forgives all sins: for He is Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful.

Wassalam...

new life

ohh,the summer is here durring my exames i imaganed summers hand and after my every exam the hand was closer.and now its here summers here i am bigining a new life a great fun life, but God i have planes for my self:i toke 7 classes and i have planes with my cosens, friends,family,and of course going to diffrent places....
well i dont know about you bi iam happy.:O

BLACK HOLE

Besmehi Taala
Dear All, specially Mahdieh
My first degree was physics and I have a B. S degree from Shiraz university. I realy love and loved physics but I have one little problem with it too! I don't understand lots of it. Now what Stephen Hokins talk about or what Einstin was talking about are really beyond my mental capacity to understand, but I do understand one thing and this is what I was trying to picture talking about RUNNIG and DEATH. I as all of you beleive that this is just one part of our life that some of us, specially me are spending it carelessly. And this is what I call RUNNING WITH MY HEAD DOWN. Actually I beleive in this life we are getting ready for our real life. But what worries me and unfortunately I am not doing much about it, even though I am certain I am RUNNING, but this time RUNNING OUT OF TIME! is that I have not done much to offer when I enter the other world. And somehow I am not still doing anything that changes this. I feel I am like an overweight person that even though he knows he has a problem, but still cannot keep himself from eating fatty stuff. And this is what I meant by just pause a frame of my life and ask myself is this what I wanted from my life!
More on this later inshallah.
By the way Stephen Hokins will be in Iran soon. He is invited to come to Iran by فیزیک نظری and his trip is supported by CISSC. In case you wonder what CISSC stands for. I just give you a hint it stands for the office I work for!!!

Does our life have Black holes?

Salam to all hamrahS and many thanks for sharing your thoughts and feeling,
Two days ago, I watched a film about Stefan Hawking, his theories and his struggles… as the film told, his main challenging theory is about Black Holes – سیاه چاله ها .Years ago he has published an article in which he described how we live in a world full of creatures; named Black Holes and clamed these horrible creatures swallow everything including objects, energies and so INFORMATION! This film showed how this theory started a discussion in science world… scientists was worried if really the information will disappear some day? May they lost for ever?
Seeing discusses in the film, I couldn’t understand why all of these are for? Why scientists are so anxious about the information in a time no one of human being exists?
And today, reading your writings in Alvand kooh and Damavand about death, I wondered by some questions…
Are we really what information people have about us? What is real information?
I think what we remember by hearing ones name isn’t necessarily what that person has done for the world even what s/he really has done to our own life. I think most of the times we can’t really realize or analyze what people have done to use, weather it is good or bad. So, is the information people can give about us what whole we are?
We do not die when we physically go…We do not die even when we disappear from people’s words and people’s mind… we live till our effects live… and I think our effects will live forever in the reality of the world…
everything we do effects on somebody or something and it transform in many other forms but remains…
Haji, you shouldn’t be worry if for example, i, am not able to tell or explain what I achieve from your existence, I think it’s enough to believe what you and 100zaban have gifted me, everyday brings new blossoms to world- and this believe comes from the سکینه you feel deep in your heart when are acting along with truth.
As miniature nicely said and baharnarenj beautifully pictured, people can even to light up a NOOR in the world life or bring darkness… depends on what they have in their mind and heart…
So as far as world lives, we live with all we have been… until the day, all eyes open and see the truth which we were blind to see-except a few of us
Maybe, this is the world hawking has told about in his new theory- the theory that destroyed his last mentioned one; the world without Black Holes!

i fill like the are taking over the blog.
i fell like the comments are more than the posts. but then again there is no comment.ahhh
well i just wanted to tell you my feeling about the comments.
well isn't it a nice summer well not for me because i am sick its my exams and....
well that's it bye

STILL RUNNING

Besmehi Taala
Dear all, specially miniature, passion and baharnarenj, salamalykom va rahmatollahIt all started from a short phone call at around 9:00 pm on Saturday. My friend’s 13 year old son called me and said, while laughing!, Amo Mohammad’s father died this morning. A day before I heard my friend’s father was severely ill and was hospitalized on Friday night and I meant to call my friend and ask about his father’s condition, but I forgot! Forgetting things have become part of my life now! Any way we went to his father’s house that night and later on Sunday morning we went to Behesht e Zahra for his burial. I got a chance to go and pay respect to my mother (who died 28 years ago at 58, the same age as I am now) and my father (who passed away 15 years ago at age 76 or something like that). May God bless their soul. Now I am watching TV, which is showing Imam’s final days. I can hardly keep myself from crying, and I do cry. I get a very special feeling when I go to Behesht e Zahra or when I attend the ceremonies. I have even attended one of these new style ceremonies, where you don’t hear or hardly hear God’s name or a verse of Quran! I have given my views about, as miniature has rightfully called it cliché !, on some of the things happening in these ceremonies as cliché, but I am not at all trying to argue about how much comforting to the families and friends are when you hear “Alrahman”. I was saying my mother died about 28 years ago. I still remember her sitting by samovar, smoking “homa” cigarette and drinking tea, and me asking her “why do you smoke mom with your terrible lungs”. She would say hummmm while pouring tea for me and murmuring. It seemed she was singing a self made poem. I can’t ever forget a deep sadness in her eyes on her beautiful motherly round face. She was an extremely strong woman, kept all her pains within herself. She finally died young of a lot of complications caused partly by that little cigarette, and eating herself up. You are right miniature the memories stay and I can clearly picture that moment after 28 years. When I went to Behesht e Zahra it took me and my two sons about 10 minutes to find my mother’s grave!. There was only a cold stone with some cliché type of writing on it. My mother, father, grandmother, grandfather, …. Have all passed away and soon I will join them too. Now I ask myself what did I gain after all. I ran a lot in my life, as my father, mother and … did. What would my sons and grand sons and grand daughters remember when they think about me? They may say oh God we missed our father’s jokes and sense of humor. I ask myself do I want to be remembered only as someone with good sense of humor, or something more? I don’t like to RUN with my head down, but I am so used to it! Tears are running over my face while writing these. Am I the only person crying for his soon to come death?

Touching the Death Issue... Or should I say Track and Field!?

Kheili jaleb bood Haji!

I feel like you are gonna burst out in rage and you are totally fed up with cliches! But I know you've written that in complete serenity!

Anyway... Cliches Cliches Cliches... how many times a day do we get victimized by them... hmmm I wonder!

سلام
ببخشید فارسی نوشتم
نصفه شبه دیگه حوصله کم شده

on the issue of RUNNING again

سلام بر همه یاران

نمی دونم چرا باز وسوسه شدم راجع به مرگ بنویسم

شاید یک دلیلش مشاهده برگه های تسلیت چسبانده شده بر دیواره آسانسور ساختمان محل مسکونی ماست که با هشتاد خانواده دیگه

مدتهاست زندگی می کنیم. هر روز یک برگه جدید بغل برگه های قدیمی چسبانده می شه. به نظر می رسه که ملک الموت فعلاً

با توجه به وجود تعداد قابل توجه افراد واجد شرایط ساکن در این محل قصد نداره به این زودی ها محل رو ترک بکنه. حالا باید حدس زد نوبت بعدی کیه؟

یک چیزی که همیشه نظر منو توی مراسم خداحافظی با دوستان و آشنایان قدیمی جلب می کند، سوای امکان قرائت چند جمله از قرآن کريم دیدن آشنایان و دوستان قدیمی و مدتی گپ زدن با آنها و شنیدن موعظه روحانی مسجد در خصوص منزلت و مقام پدر یا مادر بسته به جنسیت خدابیامرز مسئله جملات تقریباً روتین و تکراری است که از زبان مداح یا روحانی مسجد بیان می شه

مثل این

ما امروز در اینجا جمع شده ایم تا از مادری فداکار یا پدری زحمت کش دوستدار دار اهل بیت عاشق امام حسین (ع) انسانی با وقار مردم دوست مهربان فعال ... که تمام عمرش رو صرف خدمت به پیر و چوان کودک و نوجوان و ... کرده است تقدیر و تشکر کنیم و خاطرات خوب او را بیاد بیاریم و .... مانند اینها

خوشابحال اونائی که کار خیری در زندگیشون انجام نمی دن و بفکر دیگران نیستند و قدمی برای کسی بر نمی دارند و احتمالاً زبانم لال خط و خطوط درستی هم ندارن که ملک الموت کاری به کار ایندسته از آدمها نداره

سلام
It's so interesting! For every body the first place of Hamrahane Aftab is the beautiful place in Tehran or …. For me Pasdaran and Parande nilgoon is Tajrish and …
I thought this place has a big miracle for us and that is finding a missing peace for all, like as life that it's a miracle and many BIG things that I didn't saw them. They teach us:
" پاشین دیگه صبح شده نگاه کنید‍، دیگه صبح تر از این نمیشه"
Said my cousin's boy, he is 4 years.
The big Journey started from inside to outside.

For Nebula عزیز I read in a book if you hang a leather of peacock in your room you guard from lizard for all time.

presidential race

Besmehi Taala
Dear Hamarah slamalykom va rahmatollah
I did not know the 10th presidential race has started already!

who i am when i am with you!

"به نام بيت ناتمام و خالق اميد و شور "
به نام آن پيام سررسيده بر فراز طور
به نام همرهان صادق و عزيز نور
به كام اين دل هوائي و پر از غرور
به نام قصه هاي روشن و منور شما
به كام اين دل نشسته روي و بينوا
به نام واژگان آشناي بي نشانتان
به كام اين دل نحيف و گم شده ز كويتان
به نام گرمي نهفته در نهيب و اخمتان
به كام اين دلي كه سرد خفته در كنارتان
به نام قاصدي كه رويتان شكفته از صداي او
به كام اين دلي كه بي خبر نشسته در ميان كو
به نام ماجراي شاد آشتي و راستي
به كام اين دل تكيده از دروغ
"به نام بيت ناتمام وخالق اميد و شور "
به نام اين سلام بي توقع و پر از حضور

Salam / number2

I haven't been to camp, tell me what i missed ?
So, i can start climbing the mountain. witch mountain?????

Dear Hosna

Salam to our new camper Hosna,
and all friends who I hope will meet Hosna and talk to her.
For you to be able to adjust to our mountain, this is what we said before:

It is a very important time and place in writing our community or actually painting it with all our colors. So please join in on the road for at least twice in these five days and tell us about the whosssssssssssss you meet on the road. Post your journeys for all of us to see. Most of all, it is time to get the most out of ourselves and move from the lonely Who am I to.......... Who are You when I am WITH YOU? Write about how the posts move you on the road onto other roads and on and on up mountains....... don't forget the book we are writing together. It is missing our togetherness. As you have noticed, we have temporarily removed the comment option to bring all of us closer in our posts. Please join in TODAY........

Please read the other posts as much as you can and start climbing the Damavand Kooh!

salaam

today sth happened which i enjoyed a lot.on the way to university i get on a minibus, took a seat and looked around for a while.an old man was talking loudly and enthusiastically . he arrested my attention.i didn't have to overhear because he was talking in a way as if he intended to be heard. anyhow he was saying" i graduated from university last winter and this is my report.my avarage is over 19 but i could'nt pass the MA entrace exam." while saying these i paid close attention to him .everybody was stunned that how come an old man ( 78 as he said later) could have such an amazing energy like this .in every statement that he uttered he would mentioned the name of Allah All Mighty and that was Him Who helped a lot.otherwise he would never ever succeed.he was speaking proudly while he was sure Allah had been always with him and he was speaking humbly when he wanted to attribute his success to his own hard working.i gradually found out about his name (mir qanbar heidari,a 78-year-old honest villager from a remote village named shishvan near ajabshir in azarbayjan sharqi province and a retired employee from civil ministry and candidate for the last presidential elections and who has been accepted to the azad university (Jahrom unit) 6 years ago.then he went on and on saying" by the help of Allah All Mighty i've achieved 3 main things at the age of 74 .the first is the holy pilgrimage( haj) the second one the publication of my book ( the ups and downs of my life)and the third one is an autobiographical film made by cinema association named ( president mir qanbar )and shown in europe and states which has won several prizes.then he handed some pamphlet to those who was interested. it was about the things that he talked about.he got off the bus and left all in astonishment.

salam /hosna

hi. have just started and don't know where to go ,what to do , and how to do ?

salam

سلام
All things started in spring 1383 after that I call with Mrs. Ghomi -smiley woman - and she led me to No 346 in Negar alley. In first time when I entered to building, I could guess who is Dr. Ghahremani and after that she spoke with me and asked why you want to learn English and about my friends, I find her extra teacher ,so I joined to them.
Hamrahane aftab pass along road with many stations; observing, exploring, evaluating, design, generating, Blog, Web, Weblog and A Wish Cocoon …. with many lights; Soudeh that she remembered me a person with solar energy, who loves many simple things and enjoyed from all times and spaces lovely and Mr. Mollaee that was beyond bloger I understood means of Blog after 4 terms in my soul, now I can't explain this word in farsi and this is learning for me, he is a digger man with extra way in this path, so Hanieh and Sana by new method interested for me, Dr. Rahimi, she remind me Oprah with similar tone and make an effort person in our life and thanks from God for all things in all times and Dr. Ghahremani, complete, Like as my mom. She taught me we can change own every day for saw invisible miracles.
And now in spring 1386 after 9 seasons I'm here in this page a person who like observe, explore, evaluate, design, generate, write blog, desing web, Change… for good life with Hamrahane aftab with all sun followers; Maryam, Zahra, Sadrieh, Mozhgan, Hanieh, Reihaneh, Elham, yasaman, Yasmin, Faezah, Saeeideh, Elaheh, Hamideh, Mahdieh, Naghmeh and many unique friends. Now excited beyond thing for me is changing and this main, help me in all dimension. I am Somayyeh a person who like be صورتگر and non stop in one size fitsبت .
صورتگر نقاشم هر لحظه بتی سازم وانگه همه بتها را در پیش تو بگدازم
صد نقش بر انگیزم با روح در آمیزم چون نقش تو را بینم در آتشش اندازم

باز آی

زان شبی که وعده کردی روز وصل
روز و شب را می شمارم روز و شب

In these days I love Molana more than every time …I love Ferdosi more too
In this week God give me a big tofigh to know them more than before…I feel very near to them. What is the secret that I feel this feeling?
-Now I am listening to «Saghinameh» with the voice of shahram nazeri .the majesty of Ka’enat is so obvious and the passion of Ka’enat to God ….anyway he is singing and I’m crying …

مغتی از آن پرده نقشی بر آر

ببین تا چه گفت از درون پرده دار
What very wonderful and exiting for me is that I knew them from child hood and I grew up with them. but in this week I found them through a new Rozan. I promised to myself never miss this closeness …
And you remember that we found each other in Jajroud from a new rozan
what is the secret that we get closer to each other some times? And how can we go far from each other after this beautiful experience? and how can we «be ghol e ebnossabil »: بشکنیم این استخوانها رو... and how can we bear the pain of this شکستگی ?

Now I’m listening to«yadegar e doust» another nice music with nazeri and roshan ravan…:
بگذاشتیم غم تو نگذاشت مرا
حقا که غمت از تو وفادار تر است

(dear friends you can download these music and listen to them and share with me your feeling if you like ...)

...کوه به کوه... آدم به آدم

Ahmadreza-ye Aziz, Salam

Why is it that you are inviting the people of your clan to Damavand? What's wrong with the other peaks like Sabalan. Why won't you bother getting on board your helicopter and flying over other mountains?

Have you ever considered that the tallest person when standing on the tallest mountain would reach 'saghf-e asman' and may need to bend down?!

I wonder if it was really you who wrote about school 'Ensha' classes and about the disaster that we were taught to look up to TEACHERs to tell us 'de titel'?! I don't think by referring to "the 'unwritten' guidelines for writing in this blog" you are expecting TEAHCERs here to tell you 'in dis belag you shood rite like dis or dat'!!!

That's a great idea just to take after your father and to write whatever you feel MIGHT BE OF A BIT OF RELEVANCE (I would exclude…)!!!

So, you may think you managed to make me clime all the way up to mount Damavand but I don’t think Noorbakhsh will accept your invitation, since we are thinking about flying over all mountains even as far as Everest or EVEN as far as peaks of Malaysia (if there are any!) but to keep loyal to ASHYANEH on mount Sabalan the great (You can read what I wrote to Noorbakhsh about how we can do this).

(But if you really think your clan links are strong enough, please tell Noorbakhsh to write regularly not just to drop lines drop by drop!!!).

Agh Seyyed Ali Noorbakhsh!!

I remember when someone would ask him how you got here he would say: "with a pair of Reebok shoes!" Although I would never relate him to a pair of sneakers maybe to a sports car, a musical instrument, tons of tapes, a stand up comedian or one of the tallest guys of our clan! Still I always remember this from him and would like to offer him a ride in my NIKE Shoes to get him to Damavand!! I don't know how you got stuck in Sabalan in the first place! I think the tallest person in this community deserves to be able to write in Damavand as well! I've never received the "unwritten" guidelines for writing in this blog that's why I just take after my father and write whatever I feel like!
So I officially invite you to come and write in Damavand
While climbing this tall mountain you can use several resources available here:
1. ebnessabil's camels
2. Have Bolbol sing for you
3. When you get tired have weeping willow provide his shade.
4. If you need a guide I think Rend knows the way! He used to live close to us somewhere behind the monstrous mount Damavand!!

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comments get your comments here....
comments its all comments that is my comment to your comments...

hihi

don't you fell that you need 3 months of happiness?!
actully i am happy and sad right now and that is because i miss my friends and the recesses...
and happy because the schools are out.i am exhausted.

Salam To NOOR



You can hardly find other paisleys as me. Believe me or not, it's really a humble friendly true story I'm telling you.

Hearing paisley telling her story of its being woven may be shocking and a source of bewilderment for some as it was for Myself for a while, let alone hearing that this paisley is different in terms of texture and color. The differentiation I as a paisley am trying to show you would/ would not be counted as in terms of ….. but as the essence and its way of getting shaped and sending a humble and Salam to all …

You have probably seen my different versions in Naghshejahan Squar like in different size and colors with different decorations and designs on materials. You can find All of other paisleys in shops and those painted in different colors who are waiting to go or come to your houses and be there to deserve a memory or beauty. but I'm telling you my color and my texture are very different from the other ones. Traditionally Paisleys were made and painted to get their images as they received something like a stamp. I'm telling you! You can not equal my colors to those in bazaar since I'm not stamped for colors.
so that you can not find any other paisley trying to get close to simorgh- since as you know I have been so famous for the heritage I carry with me - of its real gentle shape and the sacred paints and for that choose Damavand and other neighbor ones like Dena, Taftan, Sahand ,… mountain to climb tobe able to talk to 100zaban on My way; to read from rend news and to listen to ebnossabil when calls Khabar and where in his Karvansara I always like to wait and to rest for new khabars from Dena and Sahand. Again I rarely saw any other paisley who had the privilege to be with miniature and to hear so passionately from passion and to be much honored to read from the willow stories.
As a paisley I am I announce my gratitude for what I'm discovering on my way to damavand for the search of Simorgh. I'm visiting moving flowing rivers of colorful thoughts and stories; as rend tells news stories so strongly, and fully, ebnossabil so like you have found an ancient karvansara and willow who shake its leaves to find a place to cast its shadow. I feel on my way to damavand I have such great YARANE KHarabat ; more than that the feeling of the toughing murmurs of Bolbol and Parandenilgoon songs ….
Look at these different colors here and please be careful that by MY COLORS I mean these beautiful , flowing, honest, humble, and trusting colorful hearts of thought that in one glance resemble a rich community of idea/ belief, free thought and culture. And as the time come for texture I dare say my texture is more like those great Carpets of Iran with all these so natural colors it is getting its Sacred Texture with Humble and Caring Friends like Haji and all the others.
So I take the moment to call out SALAM to 100zaban, passion, willow, ebnossabil, loud, rend , Haji, parande nilgoon, mimiature, bolbol ,….
Like my texture and my color My Salam is as different as it meant to be prayer to Allah as well as a Thank if the word deserve to ….

السلام علي ربيع الانام

Salaam to all “HAMRAHANE NOOR”,
Today is Friday and the sun rises like everyday, every month, every year and … but I fill on Fridays, it looks at the world from the sky and say to itself: “Oh my God there are many years that we’re waiting for the Real Sun”.
It remembers those gardeners who became old in his waiting,
and those swallows who immigrated every year to find him,
and those rivers which …
and those trees which …
and those men and women who …
So it wishes deeply to find him and say:

برآي اي آفتاب صبح اميد كه در دست شب هجران اسيرم

Of course, we all know that at last he will come and will spread light on the dark, desolated world.

besmehi taala
salam ahmadreza
thanks for sharing your experience with me. you may wonder why i did not call these guys for over 5 months, even though i did know their number to call!
when i was a teenager (i think around 10th or 11th grade) my parents (khoda biamorezeh har do shoon ro) got the privilege of having a telephone at home! this does not mean telephone was introduced to iranian community at that time. it was there for a while, but those days the situation was a bit different from today, where you see any body walking, driving, running, eating, talking and chatting to others, attending in a meeting, swiming, and even sleeping, has one of these cell phones attached directly or indirectly to his/her ears. at that time only certain people, after a long waiting time, could get the telephone. oh i forgot to mention about those signs in the highways written on the peace of croocked cardboard carried by a man with a stick in his other hand, that says "goosfand with ghasab, call at 0912 ....". anyway now you can see even rahnamaee students, girls or boys, are constantly talking on these mobiles, god knows with who! at least at those days you could only talk on the phone with at least your mom present! listening to what you say and who you talk to! lots of codes where used in the conversations.
who is it you are talking to boy? it's my math teacher mom!
i got distracted alot, sorry. anyway i had a kind of phobia about this unkown black object, telephone, then, this was my secret for years and no one even 100 zaban does not know about it. if i was alone at home and telephone was ringing i would hide in the other room not to let the person the one calling at the other end of the line to see me! i don't know why but hearing the phone ringing was of the most horrible times of my life then. i would tell you about other experiences i had with telephone when i see you inshallah!
i always hated telephone and this is one of the reasons i preffered to email to skygift and not to call. you may recall incidents when mom asks me to call "pizza chaman" to order food and i say please call yourself!
now to our dear hamrah
please go and read my previous post again!

PRIVATE

Dear Haji!

This post is for Haji and for him only so if you're not Haji and you're happening to read this STOP RIGHT NOW!!

Skygift (Iran air's frequent flier program) is one of the only offices that I know that actually does respond to both telephones and emails! Although practically they are good for nothing! If you call them and ask them to send your card they will do so right away inshallah.

Here's their phone number: 44 67 23 67

44 67 23 67

Why did I say all this here?!! Because as you said nobody really reads what the other ones are saying and they're just saying something else, so, khahi nashavi rosva hamrange jamaat sho!!

salam

salam to all . at last but not the least.I'm, as 100 zaban says,the mother of community.It feels so good to attend in a place like hamrahnoor& interact with so many interesting people. I do enjoy myself when lots of exciting things happen.I am ready to go with u.

besmehi taala
salam to all our hamrahs
about five months ago i filed an application for skygift membership, online, for both myself and my wife. she got hers but mine was not taken care of. i applied two more times, but no reply. i finllay wrote an email to skygift and told the story and told them about my wife's membership and asked them why they did not issue mine? amazingly i got the reply from skygift. it said your wife's name is .... and her membership card number is .... and her password is ..... (the last one is supposed to be confedential!). no answer to my question as if they did not read my email at all. i knew all the information about my wife's membership card, specially her full name!
this reminds me of what is happening in our blog now. we are sitting close to each other, looking at each others face, listening to each others words, and talking as if we have not heard a word from others!

Salam
Ahmadreza I really got happy when I read ur post because I agree with you about comments .they are very interesting for me because I can better feel people & know them (by their comment)[I think when they feel know that they say to all they don’t say it like this].maybe it can move me on the road onto other roads and on and on up mountains....... better.
Mahdieh I want to post a music that is from zarbihaye habibe somaee. I hope you enjoy from it.i will say my feeling & the thing that I get from it.
When I read ( actually painting it with all our colors) I feel that i like it a lot & I tried to find the color of myself& also people. if you know ur color please say it.

A Post from SABALAN : What is My Being?

I read this post from SABALAN and wanted to share it with you. I think rend's words have included himself and our community and have also given a push to where to go on from here. It is making me think more, wonder, question, go back to Jajrood, see all the hamrahs, remember last year with munir at the airport, in Isfahan and shiraz, and still wonder how Rend, ibnessabil, weeping willow, loud, ahmadreza, haji, munir's words are now making me move my own life and making me see more people around me as very important for who i am and who i become everyday.

Please READ........

...روزها فکر من این است وهمه شب سخنم

In our Jajrood learning-journey-trip (!) we talked with our SABALAN community members (and dwellers of other mountains!) about several themes including who we think we are and how we can introduce ourselves, that is, our Being.We un/learned that we can talk about who we are in terms are "our family", in terms of "our questions", in terms of "who we are not", in terms of "who our friends are"… and maybe in terms of "our names"!

Our dialogues on Being reminded me of Munir's self-introduction that he had written before he came to Iran last year. He started his self-introduction with writing abut where he was born and he lived…His introduction started with his HISTORY:

I was born in Jerusalem, Palestine in 1941, and lived in Palestine, Jordan and the USA. In 1948, I (with my family) were forced out of our home in Jerusalem and moved to Ramallah. That’s where I lived and worked most of my life.

He immediately moved to his QUESTIONS and his FIGHTS in life, that I think can most eloquently show who he is:I don’t know which started earlier:

my rebellion against the fragmentation of Palestinians or my rebellion against the fragmentation of knowledge. What I increasingly felt over the years, however, was that the two are strongly linked and that both were imposed from outside.

He went on to write about his Being in terms of his CHANGES:

Prior to 1971, I taught math for 8 years…as if it were separate and aloof from life…The 1967 Israeli-Arab war, and its aftermath, woke me up… I discovered my illiterate mother’s math…I started perceiving and experimenting with math and knowledge in a way that was more relevant, creative, and courageous.…

in terms of what he UNLEARNED:

I dropped the belief that all praxis can be reduced to theory…I dropped control, winning, and individualism as values that seem to govern many aspects in modern living.…

and interms of his discoveries in his reading of worlds of WORDS:…

when I came across Imam Ali’s statement…قيمة كل امرئ ما يحسنهI immediately felt that it could form a basis, a guiding principle for education/ learning in the confused and troubled modern world.

I'm now wondering how I may think and write about who I am in terms of my QUESTIONs, FIGHTs, CHANGEs, UN/LEARNINGs, and WORDs.

P.S.

او را چه خبر بود ز عالم..... کز با خبران خبر ندارد

I've just read what Ebnossabil wrote about KHABAR and I thought I could clearly, strongly, beautifully, meaningfully, and fully tell the story of who I am through my NEWS:

NEWS that I (do not) LISTEN to…
NEWS that I (do not) READ…
NEWS that I (do not) WATCH…
NEWS that I (do not) SAY…
NEWS that I (do not) WRITE…
NEWS that I (do not) BUY…
NEWS that I (do not) CARE about…
and
NEWS that I (do not) MAKE…
Posted by rend at 10:18 PM

ATTENTION ATTENTION

Salam to all friends

This week we are planning to move on the road
and visit each other's posts.

It is a very important time and place in writing our community
or actually painting it with all our colors.

So please join in on the road for at least twice in these five days and tell us about the whosssssssssssss you meet on the road.

Post your journeys for all of us to see. Most of all, it is time to get the most out of ourselves and move from the lonely Who am I to.......... Who are You when I am WITH YOU?

Write about how the posts move you on the road onto other roads and on and on up mountains.......

don't forget the book we are writing together. It is missing our togetherness.

As you have noticed, we have temporarily removed the comment option to bring all of us closer in our posts.

Please join in TODAY........
Posted by 100zaban at 11:35 PM

To EYE or NOT to EYE? My Question

Have you ever tought about the lenzes of the camera while you were taking the pictures? Please tell me how do you see them. I'm asking that since the following story I'm going to tell you totally changed my view towards it.

THere was a time from when I know myself I always loved to take photos of differetnt things. My father has a Zenit professional camera those that you should constantly check their lenzes and the diaphragm or the light. i really wanted to learn how I can work with that but most of the time the pictures i took was sort of gloomy or you might feel the lenz was not in the right place. When I went to rasht with my grandmother I had a sort of happiness that with my digital camera I would not have the same problem and i could take vivid pictures of the beautiful nature. I really like to take pictures from behind the windows of the bus. So the bus was moving and I was taking several rapid pictures without a great effort. Once i took a picture from the rice farms and I wanted to look at it again. i was taken aback as the image in my cellphone did not resemble at all what I SAW with my EYES along the way. I saw the farm as very close to me and very big abd green. Yet the image could be seen as a REMOTE land. I could distinguish WITH MY EYES the Continuum the greens had created but It seemed that the Lenze of my Camerea didn't take it into account. I then was Wnodering how PRECISE and GEART my eyes are with the help of which I CAN DO VARIUOS KINDS of LOOKING at the same time. And How Close I find myself when looking at something from far away.

I can say I was beliving my eyes. The I remeber how much I reiterated: " I DO NOT BELIEVE MY EYES" I'm thinking how detached it was. I doubt if such kinds of sentences can be used at all. I feel as if they are like BIG BIG LIES we used to tell ourselves and each others. With such great lenzes of my eyes, my gift from ALLah How can I pretend I do not blieve them since they seem to be my real freinds when I started my journey inward and out in the nature!

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miniature said...
I think what makes aftaab and noor significant is the very fact that it is never confined to any special space or place...

ebnossabil said...
salamonce - before being ebnossabil - i was "i river" and maybe still i am. maybe the strong WE you are living/telling it firmly is making me more and more khaki enshallahwhat you and miniature are saying makes me think of the importance of movement in reading and writing your eyes and hands has to move, you could not gaze to one word when there are words ahead calling you to come or you could not stop your hand on the paper when there are words before, telling you to go. maybe what bothers ahmadreza is school's fight with the movement you have to sit in your place, walk in the line.... ensha classes were fighting with the strong flow of language in our hearts this is also the challenge we have with the children in schools, when they are reading their eyes and hands do not move freely, once we were telling they do not have coordination, like a ping-pong player, in writing you have to be so fast, changing, accurate, you have to move life
quran says ن والقلم و مايسطرون maybe what yastor is what moves...

parand e nilgoon said...
Thanks Miniatur for your nice comment and thanks Ebnossabil I want to add my idea to your words ,I think the strong words that move hearts and lives are the same words that their writer didn’t pass many time to write that ! but it don’t mean that the creator never think about that … he/she live with this many times.And this is interesting for me specially in Hafez poem , that best words of his poems that people in the world have challenge with them the words that Hafez , live with them .when he use that words didn’t think about them in that way…

weeping willow said...
Dear miniature, Ebnossabil and Parand,You are all great in terms of "language authenticity". Sometimes I feel I have "Qibteh" towards you guys. What Parand has written helped me alot remember the days I was fighting against the walls of my chrysalis to set myself free, I remember the days I was walking with my beloved ones in Pasdaran, I do remember all of their "Lotfs" and I do owe everythings to them. Those days were the moments at which the concept of time and space got challenged for me. It is never like one year has passed since the days I could walk with them in streets. It is like now I am walking with them in Pasdaran and I still have their words in my ear making me be thankful of them. Whenever time and space are challenged for me in like of ways, I don't care about the physical settings of time and space at all as they've already got stuck in my heart.I love Pasdaran because of him,Weeping Willow, the greatest grateful ever,


ebnossabil said...
salam dear parand e nilgooni think it's all about انس and as you say when we and words are مانوس through life then the words are enough experienced and pokhteh to find and pave their ways to people's hearts
dear weeping willow yes. it's usually never like.


haji said...
besmehi taala to you all specially to parand e nilgoon. what a beautiful name i love the poems you write in this weblog, about a week ago, someone very close to you gave me two CDs for my birthday. i put them in the car and am keep listening to them in my way to work. in one of them the singer (it is amazing i foolishly forgot the name of the singer, (i think is the age effect) is singing the poems you wrote. any way i wanted to comment on hamrahan e aftab's place. it is true it has started from somewhere in pasdaran and later moved to a beautiful house in another part of pasdaran, with a extremly horrible naighbor, and later to tajrish and now to niavaran. what always made the house we were in so special was not acutally the building itself, it was the sprit of the community in that building. as long as we keep the spirit, no matter where hamrahan houses it will be beautiful. so please help us keep the spirit as before. the new place has something that the other places did not have, is the spirit of shahid rahmany (god bless his soal inshallah) and i am certain the his spirit will definitly help us all to have special community in this new place.

haji said...
salam i am back again, i remembered the name of the singer, it is "seraj". of course you may have guesed the name already.now a comment about writing. just look at yourselves and around you to see the most special type of writingand weeping willow, about your experince in walking in pasdaran, i am amazed why you think that way and that you feel you should always be thankful to a person who walked with you? don't you think that person, whoever he/she might have been, have also enjoyed walking and talking with you? and why should you only be the one to thank?


parand e nilgoon said...
Salam bar Haji I'm so happy that I have your look and your comment here. I think that’s better that the blogger managers put comments above of posts …although your comment is above my little writing …And I’m now over all the things because of your comment .really Thanks And I’m so happy again because I feel you enjoyed from that music.I have many memories from it. Specially in car ! with my dear baba and my dear brother . Always when we had this music in our car, we talked about this poem and this music a lot .and since I know this lovely community, I think a new Aftab shine from this poem. I think this beautiful spirit will breath with our community forever and this is one of my biggest wish that GOD like ever look at us.And specially thanks of Ebnossabil as you give me this “negah” I think so much about my مانوس words.And thanks again for your comment Weeping Willow … I really perception this saadee beyt:
یاران بهشت صحبت یاران همدم است...


weeping willow said...
Top Urgent, As you all guys write crazy meaningfully, beautifully and brightly, instead of writing we'd better change our trend to something else, for example something like working out, or I don't know what! Dearest Haji Ever,If you were in my shoes, I bet you would do the same thing and as you're not, you may not overstand what I mean. It's also extremely natural for me if I don't care about what happend for the one who walked with me as I got the possession of all events for myself at that time. That person may have enjoyed walking with me but for me those days go far beyond joy, memoire or experience, getting interpreted as the foundation of my current sense of serenity and existence. Actually, thanksgiving, again for me, is a complicated ACT of considering my position and myself regarding whom I thank which should be in harmony with my perception of my lovely and infinitely compassionate God. For me ,thanksgiving is not just conferring " thank you " to someone but it is like respecting myself and what happened for me flashing back to my memories, and helping retain my love of thanksgiven person and God. I love the way you write as it's by heart, the proof of my claim is my own heart on which your words rest forever. Weeping Willow of Guadalajara

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miniature said...
You know what's interesting is that after a while in enshaa writing we used to get so used to the lame subjects we were provided with to write about that when our teacher came to announce "mozoo: azad" everyone would complain and no one knew what to write about and maybe more than half the time we had was spent on just thinking about a subject to write about... exaclty like you mentioned yourself. But I don't think Weeping Willow would really agree with you since he doesn't consider just ANY realization of thought on paper or weblogs as "writing." This as a question we've been debating on for a while now... What do you and the others think? What really is writing?


ebnossabil said...
salamdear ahmadreza i see you and i wish i could see you! "since they wanted the actual copy to mark it" i like your ending! this fear ke too dele ma khoone karde is the lock, i may feel no matter how much perfect and meaningful i am living, there will be someone at the end that instead of thanking me for the joy i shared with him/her, will expect the actual copy to mark it and obviousley i will be zero, cause my life is not a copy, it is happennig -alhamdolellah- realtimespace
dear miniature so, my answer to what really is writing? is: you write, only when\where you write with courage. we usually write something to share it with someone or make it stay longer or ... and this really happens when you have courage in. look emam hossein and what he wrote. what i wrote must be close to me, to hagh, as close as emam hossein to ali-asghar, as close as your blood to you.

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weeping willow said...
Dear Parand e Nilgoon Salam, First of all, I'd like to welcome your return to hamrahan-e Noor. It is always encouraging to read your masterpieces here. Could you please elaborate on your comment saying "I can fly with my lovely friend Sadrieh in her sky , her bright and happy eyes talk with me about sky" ? It is almost impossible for me to believe someone flying in the sky and I couldn't get it by your writing either. By the way, I hope you would help us know " What you mean ".


parand e nilgoon said...
salam weeping willow thanks for your coment. I feel when someone talk deeply about his/her feeling and interests, we can enter his/her world and journey with his/her mind and watch his/her dreams and see through his/her eyes and fly in his/her sky. specially about Sadrieh who has a smart mind and beautiful sky…The sky of her mind is sometimes green , sometimes blue and …


weeping willow said...
Salam Parand, Thank you for replying to my comMent. Could you please give me an exapmle of Sadrieh's green moments? Why don't you include such examples in your writing? You just claim that sometimes she is green and sometimes like other colors. I'd like to know when she is green and how? As I believe, if you try to bring such examples to your writing and try to open them up in a way to help us get the impression of green or whatever color, your writings would be Inshallah more and more enlightening. Have you read what I posted in Dena? I've already posted a couple of writings. Let me know how you find my suggestions in my own posts.Health and Peace,Willow

ebnossabil said...
به عمري يك نفس با ما چو بشينند برخيزند نهال شوق در خاطر چو برخيزند بنشانند

parand e nilgoon said...
salam willow thanks of your leaves that help me to writhe better …when I read your comment , I thought more about sadrieh and her words to find out what make me think that sometimes she is red and sometimes green , blue and…I remember that sadrieh had a great love to sky and she love stars and planets and when she talked about sky you can see your passion in her eyes .when she talked about sky her eyes shined .and after she explain new discover about astronomy she became blue and calm. she is so active and attractive, when you meet her, you feel happy. That’s when she was red!And her fresh sprit , make me feel about her green…Thank you for suggestion. I read your article. I think I understand what you mean …and try to become better.
And thank you ebnossabil ,
تو دستگیر شو ای خضر پی خجسته که من پیاده می روم و همرهان سوارانند.....


rend said...
...ای کوه چون می خورده ای ما مست گشتیم از صدا
BEAUTIFUL…Thank you Parand-e Nilgoon and Moulana.
افتاده در گردابه ای تا خود که داند آشنا......

ebnossabil said...
salam dear parand e nilgoon
وصف رخساره خورشيد ز خفاش مپرس كه در اين آينه صاحبنظران حيرانند
مفلسانيم و هواي مي و مطرب داريم آه اگر خرقه پشمين به گرو نستانند
dear rend
زاهد از رندي حافظ نكند فهم مراد ديو بگريزد از آن قوم كه قرآن خوانند

s.f.nebula said...
Salam dear parandeh thank you for your colorfull poems and I really really love to see your own poems!!! Can you post them for us?

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100zaban said....
Salam Nebula and happy colored days, nights, minutes, hours, seasons, moments, breaths.....
You reminded me of ........When i was in Canada in 1369-1990, i read in the newspaper a poem written in 1880 from a native american who said (i was amazed by these words and can only remember this part!):LIFE IS LIKETHE BREATH OF A BUFFALO IN WINTER
i sent it to my mother when she had lived about 60 years of her life. Life and buffalo breath became her favorite words too. she told me sadly of how her great grandfather-Solomon-had rushed about 200 years earlier with other white men to wipe out nature's friendly buffalos in search of gold.
When i now think, i know that i have never seen a buffalo in the wild, but can truly, without any effort imagine THE BREATH OF A BUFFALO and know for sure that for me GOLD can never take the place of THE BREATH OF A BUFFALO and all its memories.............

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Haji said...
besmehi taala salam hamidehi always loved your work. what a beautiful piece of art, so colorful, like the words in your heart. it seems that you have collected all the words from nature and put them together in an amazing harmony to compose a poem. you can hear it talking to you if you listen carefully. wish you all the success in malaysia


ebnossabil said...
salam you have lovely little atyieh inside you, welcome, as the time passes their colors go deeper and deeper, like our colors, enshallah

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100zaban said...
Nebula salam, at the time of azan i sat in front of my computer and started to think about your feelings. i moved from the pink blossoms to the purple and blue sky and found my grandfather there. when i was between five and ten we used to visit my grandfather in shemran. my sister and i played with our seven aunts and uncles who were around our age. our favorite times were up on top of the roof under the night sky with all the stars. we lay down, talked and laughed and took turns in the spaces we chose to sleep in. the sky was everywhere. my mother told us of her stories and how she followed the stars in the nights of tehran when she was a child like me. she said with her sisters they discovered shapes and became very close friends with the community of stars that formed a farsi k. we were all very different under the sky. the stars still twinkle in the nights of Aghasht and remind me of the stories we told under that light with all had the meanings of love and honesty written all over.


miniature said...
Ooooh! I almost envy you 100Zaban! For the big houses you had to yourselves, for not living in apartments, for having the sky at your fingers, for having your relatives around you, for sharing those peaceful moments together, for having a clean and sparkling sky (not the sky covered in DOODEH! Like we do!) I just feel like you had a greater share of nature than what I do… Lucky! I really believe Nature is one of the greatest gifts God has blessed us with. Thanks for your great posts Nebula, nice name by the way!

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ebnossabil said...
salam welcome! since i am ebnossabil and i am teacher i like to know what do you mean,"...withot any problem"?

seeny said...
nice pictur.

nava said...
salam i want to say "rouzat mobarak my dear teacher " i never forgot our sweet travellings. i am so happy that i find you in this place. so so so happy!

What Happens When We are Together?

Salam to all friends

This week we are planning to move on the road

and visit each other's posts.

It is a very important time and place

in writing our community

or actually painting it with all our colors.

So please join in on the road for at least twice in these five days and tell us about the whosssssssssssss you meet on the road. Post your journeys for all of us to see. Most of all, it is time to get the most out of ourselves and move from the lonely Who am I to Who are You when I am WITH YOU? Write about how the posts move you on the road onto other roads and on and on up mountains.......don't forget the book we are writing together. It is missing our togetherness.

As you have noticed, we have temporarily removed the comment option to bring all of closer in our posts. Please join in TODAY........

My community Language/Comments & its Geography

Paisley you refresh my memory about one of my favorite subjects

geography and

the road up north to Rasht.

i see what you have said so much like

what ahmadreza said

about wanting to see each other on the road in the comments we make-

may be just like noticing the mountains, sky, clouds, trees and river on the road

and moving onwards without stopping

as weeping willow and ahmadreza say in their writings to Mahdiyeh.

With paisley's description i see nebula's bird enjoying a meal outside her window,

and Nava's re-seeing of her friends on the road to kashan.

Then i see the geography we had in Jajrood with all of us together,

on different roads like Nahid says

walking to join in places and times with words and smiles.

i think it's the sense of being in time and place that geography reflects and one that brings people together too.

we only have each other to talk to and we only have each other to celebrate time and place with.

NO COMMENT!!

Ahmadreza Says: Although I had heard rumors that the comment section needs to be blocked so that everyone talks to each other and no one and one talk! I'm still surprised why the comments are pasted here.

Ahmadreza Says: Comments are good because you get the feeling that someone has read what you have written, you feel good about yourself, if you're weeping willow you feel like u've provided some shade for someone! IF you're loud you feel people haven't turned down the volume! And if you're ebnessabil you feel people didn't come to your karvansara, steal your camels and run away, they actually stayed paid for the rent and then went along their way!!

Ahmadreza says: Comments make you talk more and will eventually have you write a complete writing instead of a "comment" when you get a lot of responses or when what you say backfires!

Ahmadreza says: any comments?!!!

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haji said...
besmehi taala salam mahdieh your writing is like poems, i can see the artistic mind in all sisters now. about aghsht, i certainly agree with you, how carefully you could see all little things in there? it is amazing, but i think you dismissed somebody in there, may be he was so big you could not see, don't forget "AGHAHE"!


weeping willow said...
Salam Mahdieh,Some friends in here paint their words, like you dosome others say their words like miniature does,Some recite theirs like Ebnossabil does,Some sing like Parand-e Nilgoon,Some do calligraphy with their words as rEnD does, Some pray their words like Haji does, so do childrenSome live their words like 100zaban does,SOme call for their words out and out like Loud does calmlySome make their words dance like Nebula does,Some inspire their words like Ahmadreze et al,And some love the others' words like I do yours,


Ahmadreza said...
I dont use words I use these little symbols on my keyboard. I just put all my fingers on the keyboard and start pressing. What you see is ACTUALLY your creative mind looking at these symbols getting different meanings from it. Hence "look at all the things i'm not doing!!"And to Mahdieh, thanks for the invitation, I really miss Aghasht, I kinda liked it better when I was little and I could fit in that little stream!! My regards to the Nourbakhsh family who made Aghasht happen! And God rest my grandfather's soul who went there in the first place...

weeping willow said...
Salam Ahmadreza, It's always nice to hear from you as you DO so many things in your writings which are definitely from ALL THE THINGS YOU DO IN YOUR LIFE. Your writings are really eventful as they encourage to write on them. I like the way you write as you show what you do in your life very well. To help me see some of what you don't do, please write in a way expressing what you don't do.

Ahmadreza said...
Oh now don't try to butter me up here! I know what you're trying to do! While we were working on our project, the guy who created the framework for the programming language we were using is talking about how the program works and everything and is making a weblog in 15 min. So while working he keeps saying: "look at all the things I'm not doing!" meaning if this was a different programming language you had to do a hell of a lot more to get the things he had gotten at that point! So I'm always going to talk about what I'm not doing! for now till I forget about this and the heat of it drops! Or when I hear something more interesting!

weeping willow said...
Salam Ahmadreza, I'm happy to feel you know what I meant. But, hushhhhhh! You know, there is a specific QUOTATION seen in your writings, claiming " You're always going to look at all the things you are not doing ", a nice non-cliche quotation anyway! But the ponit is you NEVER help me see some of them at all. YOu just keep saying one thing. Could you please let me know at least one of the things you are not doing?As I've discovered myself, one of the things you don't do AT ALL, is you don't open up, eg. by examples, by elaborating on it or by showing HOW, what you mean by such a quotation. Thanks for giving comments on comments,

Ahmadreza said...
Well done willow! (clap clap)! See you already gave an example of "one of the things I'm not doing"! you have discovered that I don't open up!! That IS one of the things I'm not doing!! So just between us ;-) here's what I like to DO when I write: I usually like to write somethings that are somewhat mysterious, and that when for example you read it, you'll be like "what the heck!!" but when say Hamid reads it he might laugh his head off!! so don't worry about it, at least you can have someone to analyze more! And try to read between the lines! (that's cliche for ya!) Oh and fortunately we have ebnossabil who opens up for all of us ;-)

100zaban said...
Salam to Mahdieh, willow, and ahmadreza Mahdieh you seem to have brought in so much of nature and people that two people are getting a good talk out of it all without including YOU!!It is fantastic how all three of you are so different in your words and even opening up, closing in, and just flying among meanings. i guess that's what makes our community----respect, passion, and believing in what we say and how we live without being used by meaningless MEANINGS...........

weeping willow said...
Salam to all Especially Ahmadreza, Believe it or not, I am getting to know more of what Ahmadreza's not doing in his mystery narrations. Actually, trying to emphasize on all the things one's not doing, is like supporting extinct species to exist on the earth longer. (needed to be read between lines even though cliche!) Ahmadreza, Do it on purpose or not, you've already contributed to the issue that I brought up days ago asking Miniature the differences between writing and talking. It can potentially be challenging to write about the things that are somewhat mysterious. As I believe such an act calls for a great effort to LISTEN BETWEEN LINES. The one who can put the things he's not doing between lines, must be able to listen to the others and nature between their lines. Such a perfect place is it to hide mysteries in. I also know another perfect space which is between words specially nouns and adjectives. Looking forward to getting more deeply analyzed, but please get clapping fashion off me! Well UNdone Ahmadreza (another discovery )

weeping willow said...
Salam Dear 100Zaban," Who am I to include someone? " whispered Weeping Willow." he who tries to include, has already been excluded "Cried Weeping Willow" How can I include someone whilst being failed to take myself out of exclusion "Nagged Weeping Willow" Inclusion and exclusion are no more than a conclusion, so I'd rather to keep going "Exclaimed Weeping Willow,

Ahmadreza said...
poooooooooooooooof, too deep, too deep, I'm gonna get a cup of coffee!!

Ahmadreza said...
it's interesting how people get so deep in your writings! I think it was Majid Majidi or some other famous iranian director who said something like this is too deep! I didn't intend for this part of the movie to imply this or that or be symbolic but if you want to think about it that way, no problamo! Remember another thing that yours truly does is that once people believe something is going on he doesn't stop them!

ebnossabil said...
salam dear mahdieh i just thought now, what bolbol does is narrating all the beautiful stories happening around her for people, as she believes/sees, connecting all of them to each other in a very meaningful way, and this is exactly what you are doing in your aghasht writing and what wipping willow and ahmadreza are trying to do!i do not know how and why, but the calmness and freshness of aghasht lasts so long, like now i can clearly remember the amazing sweet white berries we ate last year, or the shy very close sun of aghasht coming late in the morning, moving so smooth on your face and leaving soon in the evening, talking to these two friend mountains hugging nahid khanoom and aghaye noorbakhsh's house between each other, or the humble challenging flow of water beneath the very very very beautiful walnut tree ... better stop here, if i go on, i gonna miss them too much! but really what is the secret of aghasht?