friday in Aghasht

My dear friends,

It’s Friday, someday in first Ordibehesht. I’m writing to you from where everything is hospitably greeting…
The air smells of wet mountains and wild flowers…
Where the songs of birds, clamor stream, and trembling leaves are all only voices caress the air…

I’m writing from AGHASHT
Where I can tell you stories from, even since my innocent ages… when I used to pick flowers with my sisters, run after butterflies and dig earth to find new springs…

Now, Pear trees are in flower, but peach’s are almost gone…
It’s sunny-cloudy today… weather is extremely nice; I wish you all were here
Black cherries with nice little blossoms are smiling every where…Vahideh, I’m breathing in their sweet perfume “just like a bee” for you…
Leila, Shaghayegh is seen everywhere, I can imagine beautiful pictures you can take here…

Walking beside the river is fantastic, especially when the light wind flows… Ahmad and Hameed, arrange a time to come in spring and show your wives walking in cool weather here is even more memorable…

Mountains seem blue and in fars, covered by white are dreamy… Mr. Doostdar and Mrs. Ghahremani امروز خیلی جاتون خالیه
Mohammad Hossein, Ehson and Hossein, you too, would enjoy your time if you were in Aghasht today. I know you love here, but I guess you are helping in move to new place now…God bless you
Look… Hills are green from bottom to top… I can see wild yellow tulips on valley but I don’t know if they had grown on upper or not… I wish someday we go up these mounts with Munir

This tiny violet, with its unbelievable miniature designs reminds me of you, Maman, when you wonder how God shows his majesty even in tremendously little creatures…

It rain now and we leave this peace of nature with its piece and vividness…
I’m pleased to live a fine time beside the nature and you all

Spring has come

The wind blows and moves clouds, spring has come, every thing’s blooming
Even my mind

I fly with my mind in the air, over the world
I sniff smell of blossoms
River flows
Plant grows
Bird come back to my back yard tree and begins to make a nest for her eggs

Oh my God
I see a little stream comes from mountain in a narrow stony road
It’s spring
Every thing is new and beautiful

Earth rounds
Sometimes it goes near the sun and sometimes goes far
I wish sun shines in my heart

HARD TIMES !!

Hello dear friends!!

These days are so important for me and as you know I should study hard for konkoor!!

it is hard to stay at home and study!! and it is so hard that nothing is going to happen at home and all days are like each other!!!

But in inside of these hard times there is a beutifull thing and that makes me happy!!

I think there are many hard and bitter times in life that I should accept them just becouse of my goals and my goals make these times beutifful!! and today I wrote this blog for you becouse I wanted to say that some times the face of something is so ugly but when we see the inside we can find some beutifuul things on them!!

And now I ask from my own Kind and Beutifful God that give us the power for seeing insides!!

and then i ask you my best friends that ask from God to help me becouse of my goals !!

GOOD BYE DEAR FRIENDS

AFTAB

Yesterday our building of hamrahan-e-aftab became the old building of hamrahan-e-aftab
And next day Aftab will come in the new window of new building …or may be Aftab will go out of a new window of a new building!at first when I began my learning and unlearning in this community , I watched lightness of building and all of the rooms of that house was full of memories But sometimes I heared from my friend who came to hamrahan-e-aftab before me, that last term they were in pasdaran and they always said: those building was more beautiful than there ….anyway! today when I leave this building forever, I feel a big part of my life and many of my best times passed in this house. I thought passion became meaningful for me in this house I find my best friend , my family …I find my most beautiful feeling and thinknig around world and life in this house ... at first leaving this house isn’t easy for me…but I thought about myself and someone like me that will come to a new house of Aftab and find his/her hamrah…may be he/she will say this building is more beautiful than all the houses in the world.
The happiness or the sadness …the pain and the roshana ..we were together and had each other
After this thinking I thought whether the place is pasdaran or in tajrish …WE is the word that makes place beautiful …
pasdaran, Tajrish, niavaran …
I like everywhere
Because of you

What to write about?!

Aahaaaaaaaaaaaaay!! can you see me??

You climbers are seriously taking your time!! You're not supposed to camp beneath the mountain, start walking first and then camp for a little while where you can have a nice view of the whole surroundings...

I remember whenever I taught or if I were to ask someone to write a journal or just simply write something. Immediately they would ask "WHAT ABOUT??". or "eexcuse me vaat ees de titel?" I thought of this since I was thinking why do we never want the freedom of writing whatever we feel like? This is all from the top of my mind, I haven't really given it a lot of thought, and maybe you could help me on this. I think writing is like any other aspect of our lives in learning that we always want to be "told" what to do. We never want to "learn". Like the story of the Jews and the yellow cow in Quran. ANY COW would have done the trick but no we want to trap ourselves inside a web of facts.
Why can't we just WRITE? Maybe it's because we've been told so many times what to write about and the "structure" of the writing and everything that we simply can't "think" anymore. For this purpose I was criticizing all the writing about colors in the first place but now I believe that whatever gets you thinking is positive and will inshallah lead to good places.
In our Farsi classes we used to have a subject "Enshaa" in which they would give us a topic and we had to write an essay on that specific topic. The subject and the way it was implemented was so terrible that I wouldn't even bother writing anything sometimes. I would take a blank sheet of paper or just open up my notebook to a random page and start talking about the issue as if I was reading over what I had written. I would get caught sometimes since they wanted the actual copy to mark it!!

I'll elaborate more on this later inshalalh...

salam to all friends

Salam,

As you know Hamrahan-e-Noor’s community has started a completely new way for being together and for transforming our beautiful thoughts and feelings with its online sessions. my nickname is Passion and we are going to talk and write our stories in this page. I hope we would have a meaningful interaction and have memorable times together.

Also, Hamrahan-e-Noor has decided to write a book in which it needs to use your writings so I want you to write with all passion you have like the sessions you had in Hamrahan-e-Aftab.

please ask whatever questions you have .

Good Luck
Passion

blooming I

Green and gold and gray purples,

Watch spots of leaf new borns

Fresh and light and tender air

Breathe sweet smell of blossoms,

Free and joyful singing birds

Listen to love with heart ears

Cool and pure, roaring river,

Let feet feel the water shiver

In the heart of all these majesties

Consider sources of their glories

Different colors, different shapes

Everything is in its own place

Nothing high and nothing low

No winner no looser ever you know

Every thing is as perfect as IS

The Creator of universes

All charming all in peace

How can we be part of this?

ای طالب دیدار او بنگر در این کهسار او

ای عاشقان ای عاشقان امروز ماییم و شما

My dear friends SALAM
I’m so glad to have our beautiful community again
I can see all the light faces, I can see all my family here…
And I’m so happy to be hamrah with you to climb mountains up to reach the sun.

عالم چو کوه طور دان ما همچو موسی طالبان
هر دم تجلی میرسد بر می شکافد کوه را
I can fly with my lovely friend Sadrieh in her sky , her bright and happy eyes talk with me about sky :

یکپاره اخضر می شود یکپاره گوهر می شود
یکپاره عبهر می شود، یکپاره لعل و کهربا
We are Livingston seagulls that fly together

گر سیل عالم پر شود ، هرموج چون اشتر شود
مرغان آبی را چه غم ، تا غم خورد مرغ هوا
....
ما رخ ز شکر افروخته با موج و بحر آموخته
زان سان که ماهی را بود دریا و طوفان جانفزا

And I can see the light full face and kind smile of Dr.Ghahremani

ای رشک ماه و مشتری ، با ما و پنهان چون پری
خوش خوش کشانم می بری آخر نگویی تا کجا؟

Thank GOD for his kindness

I wish we have this community forever

ای طالب دیدار او بنگر در این کهسار او

Thank you

WOW!!! Great

This is exacly color,God Power and the art of nature!! As all of you said...

Salam

Special thanks to Haji’s comment which showed me the colors.

I really feel that nature is part of my life.
Nature and color come together to make our life.
Colors can talk with us through nature.
You can’t ever find a pure color in the world because we can’t be absolute and we can’t live absolute.

Each one of us is a beautiful mix of colors.

We can be closer to God by feeling the natural world and the emotion with our hearts.

Hudhud here!

Salam to my dearest Haji Baba and his Mrs Ratus Bahasa ;-) ...

Just letting you know that Hudhud's in town!! ;-)

Fellow Climbers!

Fellow climbers, hikers, Haji and crybaby!

Hope you're all doing well and happy for joining the IT world with starting this little community.

Ok I'll just mention a few things that I'll "NOT" be doing!! "Hamidreza knows what I mean!!"

I will not be using a mountain to represent me, I get enough jokes and teases as it is!
I will not try to "inspire" anyone here, you'll just have to do that on your own!
I will not try to climb mount Damavand I prefer using the helicopter!

so basically "look at all the things I'm not doing!"

If there are any complications in the things I wrote you can ask Hamidreza aka mount Everest!

bedrood
Ahmadreza

salam

Salam

Hello Hamrahane Aftab.

Hi to The light which comes through the “aftab” and turns into “noor”. I am very happy and glad to come back to Hamrahane Aftab. I can remember all the light passing through Hamrahane Aftab to help me improve and transform into Hamrahane Noor.

I am Hamideh Sattari. I was born in Tehran, Iran on 1985. My brother's name is Hossein. I have a lovely little sister named Attieh who has recently joined our family. She is 4 years old now.

I am very interested in art and drawing. I had always loved to study art and alhamdolellah currently I am studying Creative Multimedia in Malaysia and will try my best to share ideas and stories throughout this blog.

what do you think about this picture?

I see the power of MY OWN BEUTIFULL GOD in colors!!

It is really strang that this is one of the things in the dark space! isnt it?

Hello Dear Friends!!

Now in here, I am experiencing new feeling on the back of my computer desktop and I should say to you: it is great to write for words that are written for me and I will see the answer of them!
I feel the words can have sole and their sole come from your own soil!


This week is the astronomy week in the world and in all over the world there are places that are made for this celebration and each person who wants, can go to those places and enjoy!
In Tehran we have many places too! one of them is in park_e_mellat and the other one is in park_e_zafaranieh!
And I think there are other places too,but I don’t know. These parks will have especial programs for you in Friday the 31 of Farvardin from 8 at morning till 4 in the afternoon and I will be happy if see you in park_e_zafaranieh on Friday!

hello
I saw your email and i was happy .
i join webblag and i hope write sentences nice. i help me .
but i don`t know what lavel ?average bad or good please said me.
and what about write and what `s subject write?
thanks for help
Regard
maryam

In the name of Allah

Poets say even when all flowers stop talking, 100zaban never does.

I like to know how to be one of those 100zabans that talks at the right time, in the right place, with the right people, for the right thing, and with the right kind of courage.

For a long time that character-language- took me on journeys to different places. These days i am trying to figure out how language is showing itself to me again.

i see

that

most of all

there is

definitely

something very spiritual

about

putting words down in the form of

writing.

i am now trying to feel words on paper and experience some change away from the hearings of my words in my voice. At this time i still feel my words are too quiet and maybe have no special character that shows i am-- ME talking.

Today

i want to listen

to my friend Bahareh

and start rewriting

what has already been written by

God in nature.

يا سلام

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم انا اعطيناك الكوثر فصل لربك وانحر ان شانئك هوالابتر