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!!

commentsssssss

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?

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miniature said...
Hiiiiii Seeny! It’s good to see you’ve got over the problem with your computer and it’s definitely good to have you back again! We missed you! Uhhhh what can I say…? Utterly beautiful!? You know I can actually feel all the joy in your writing even through the monitor!! “I live my life”… how better can it get!


haji said...
besmehi taala salam seeny when i was a kid, probably younger than you then, (i am alot older now) i had lots of beautiful pigeons and couple of cats. of course in different places otherwise i would only have lots of fat cats. anyway my cats would bring kitens sometimes, the most beautiful ones that i had were fluffy gray kitens with very beautiful eyes. i recal one morning i woke up and felt something in my bed, my cat was in my bed and had given birth to 3 kitens. have you ever touched one day old kiten with closed eyes. when they drink milk from their mother, the mother would leak them and put its hand on them. it is a lovely scene.


ebnossabil said...
dear seeny salam welcome back, at last you reached damavand, crossing india and a place that nobody can go and....!! you write very questionfully! i mean every time i read your posts i feel you have so many questions behind your thinking and writing and i feel that i myself want to ask so many questions too, very colorful questions like what you have written in your haha... post.... really, how is your being with questions?

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miniature said...
You know what Parand E Nilgoon if you ask me I think people are rarely sane!
I mean I think it’s insane to hide away what you really are and those moments when you just let loose and let your inner-real side reveal itself that’s the only moment you are actually being not insane! I know that sometimes we are slaves of circumstances but… hamin dige!


ebnossabil said...
salam parand e nilgoon
then if you start eating them like munir, people would go totally hopeless about you!
usually when i have atyieh beside myself i barrow some of her freedom to be myself and let people feel relax about seeing something too real!

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passion said...
Dear Nahid
I really enjoy your description of line and dots . Actually, It reminds me of lots of possibilities to find other dots in my life. how many dots can be my companions in my journey called life which are certainly infinite . but unfortunately there ARE many people who find getting to know more friends in their lives useless . I Hope I can find my dots in the circle of this beautiful and wonderful life I have with knowing me. Regards


ebnossabil said...
salam nahid khanoom
آسوده بر كنار چو پرگار مي شدم دوران چو نقطه عاقبتم در ميان گرفت
your words are like those moving and searching dots which are dancing together, celebrating their circle, shining, and giving warmth to our wishes.
حافظ چو آب لطف ز نظم تو مي چكد حاسد چگونه نكته تواند بران گرفت

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Dear Green Earth
I want you to help me with much clearer language for showing your being . I mean I need to see a position in your langugage if I am going to guess you . certainly , there are many girls and boys with those characteristics you mentioned . think more and let me know about that . be ever GREEN and PEACEFUL
cheers


ebnossabil said...
salam dear green earth
i guess.... i, like passion, am looking for what you show and make..... yesterday in our arabic class we read a beautiful poem telling the story of a crazy tree who decided not to be green in spring, not to have shadow and not to have any fruits in summer because these do not have any use for him and are just helps for people. the gardener thought he is dried and cut him in fall.

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ebnossabil said...
again salam as ebnossabil, i love your red moving words here. sometimes i feel i am not paving the road, actually road is paving me, and i am just taking care of the amanati seeds in my soil..... sometimes i feel i am the road and i am just taking care to lead to the moon, to the light.... sometimes i feel the road is listening to me and i am just taking care to learn form him how to listen.....

I 'm as though I was born just seconds ago … All the same seem new now. So pure and full of life, so moving to take my heart out of my chest to …. chest to …. For what comes to me ... I do not dare to think about anything else but to things I can see , all the beauties … it feels so warm to see the nature. I'm looking at the window and wish… If I could swallow all these beauties… seems they are talking to me …. Though, up to now I was so blind to see them and deaf to hear their voice.

Green lands- off springs of the recent heavy rains along Qazvin road, mountains with their red tulips at their hearts, peaks and bases, Manjil with its famous winds- shaking the leaves of trees and my heart, Sefidrood echoing into my ears to tenderly, pouring every drop of which seems rushing and throwing itself to my side to tell me of the things she saw along her way eager to pour her water to my face to wake me up…, lands filled with water and ready to be dog in for rice ….

That was the moment I remembered that frozen story about sefidrood I used to read and memorize in my primary school geography book. And automatically it came as " Sefidrood is the most important river in the north of Iran ". How funny and poor this general statement was and I'm wondering how eager as a forth-level primary student I was to memorize and try to LEARN! such out of people, out of time and out of nature statements. The river that I'm seeing in front of my eyes now and the one I love to hear its rushing and pouring sound does not look like that statement at all. I listen to my grandmother's narration about the time farmers in Shaft had problem for their rice and didn't have such dam to guide the water to their lands. I am looking at its light brown color thinking how bad it might be for lands. Then I see again my grandmother who knows about how useful this brown colored water for farms as she keeps telling me "This water of Sefidrood in Spring particularly at this time of Ordibehesht is really rich for growing rice, because along its way it digs the soil and is full of minerals and is really good for enriching the farms". I see myself on the verge of giggling since I feel I was deceived by those units of geography. The picture of Sefidrood in our books was limited to a kind of satellite picture printed on the page so that you could see only a black , small wire thing. No illustrative picture and story was there to help me see how vital this river was for people of the region. Now my laugh stops with a sigh out of pity for the fact that how remote was My geography! And continued with a shocking wonder as Did we after the real geography in our books or not? How this land, river chain of the life of north people was kept separate not sounding of the hopes and wonders and issues of the people!

To BE CONTINUED!

Hello dear friends!

Yesterday, I mean Thursday afternoon, I was seating around a table with my father in our home. He was working with his computer and I was studing...

suddenly I saw a little bird in the back of window that had started eating breads that my father had puted them for bieds. That was really nice stage!! I showed it to my father becouse he loves them too...

After that I thoutht about this little beutifful and harmless existing that God has created and I compared it with all over the world that this bird is so little and the world is sooooooooooooooo big...and then I thoutht about my self that if I want to compare the world with my self I am so little too and I think I should be carefull becouse some times we think that we are human being and just it is important!!! so we do each thing that we want to do.but I think it is not logical we should remmember where we come from and where we will go!!

SO dear friends be carefull and dont forget that:

ما زبالاییم و بالا می رویم ما ز دریاییم و دریا می رویم

when you know more about ur friends....

بیا ساقی آن می که حال آورد کرامت فزاید کمال آورد
به من ده که بس بیدل افتاده ام وزین هر دو بی حاصل افتاده ام
On last Friday I went kashan with my university�s friends & it was so colorful .they were so different with each other .
I�ve never travelled with so different people .
I really believe that in safar people show their real character .
I never imagine that they are like this .i want to say that I saw new things in them that I�ve never seen these things in them before .
We had so many problems in this journey .our bus was destroyed for 2 times&many many other things that happened. I felt that we were like a 30-morgh (but a little).at last when we go to niasar ,to that beautiful place & when moments went closer to the end every thing became more enjoyable for me.
Kashani people speak with very very beautiful music. Foe example they say:teba tebayee(tabatabayee).
When I saw the behavior of some people I say to myself that what would you do if god doesn�t put you in the family (that now you have)!

You me everyone has own life
You go fast I go slowly
You go without stop but I stop and rest and see around
You arrive soon maybe I arrive never
You arrive to your target and come back and see me stop and think about the way
Way is too long
I see a light far in the way
Maybe way arrive to moon
I see a light

guess about me!!!!!

do you know who am i ? i can help you !

my black eyes and eyebrows show me and make me famous.

now,can you guess?meanwhile i love all of you.all of the students in my english class.

study forgiviness from tree that does not take its shadow from a woodcutter!!

Hi ! I'm here :D at last I created a weblog . I'm so happy for this friendship!!!
MAN:"GOD!HOW LONG IS A MILION YEARS?
GOD:"IT'S ABOUT A MINUTE."
MAN:"AND HOW MUCH IS A MILION DOLLARS?"
GOD:"FOR ME IT'S A PENY!"
MAN:"SO CAN I HAVE A PENY?"
GOD:"WAIT A MINUT!"

World and human

A line and a dot
Line makes a circle
Dot is in the center of circle
Circle moves around itself
And dot must move
And find new dots
Dots make a spot
And get more places in the circle
I wish dots become a sun and shine around
I wish

COMING SOON!

Salam to all,
Soon you will, INSHALLAH, receive a serial story written by a famous but humble author based on a true story. It's not yet been named and accomplished by the author though. Precisely the author is seeking for your company, help and comments during the contribution of it's parts. In addition, you are indeed needed to give a warm hand to the author for directing the story. Actually I have introduced you to the author as a special and unique community of writers in Iran. I will also play the the bridging role of a friend between you and the author in an attempt to help the whole community exchange and share their ideas and stories.
Sincerely yours,
Willow

laughing with dandelions ...

It was a beautiful day. and I find myself again in our yard !the nice dandelions laughing very loud and make me laugh too ! I scare of this situation and worry about our neighbors see me and think I am crazy …!
But I couldn’t stop laughing! Just I was laughing and taking photo …suddenly I heard a sound of a man…I tried to see him…and at last I saw our neighbor who turn on a record and set on the chair in eyvooon , he song with a singer ,
مرغک زیبا روی چمنها می خونه ....نغمه ی شورش کرده دلم رو دیوونه...!
That’s when I could laugh louder and feel relax …I thought all the people are crazy sometimes! …I thought how much do the nature laugh to our kind of madness!

me and my piano

one of the most special things in my life is my piano.i have a black samick piano that i named samickoll. i am going to piano class for 4 years.i love my teacher and my piano but some times i run away from the practise.i play ana magdonila(bach),beethoven,scheam,rock,valles,bambo,jazz,clementi,and........

haha...

when is the right time???????
how should i be????????
who am i??????
why do i us why??????
what's up??????????
where am i???????
the main question's of my life.

meeeeeee!!

who wants to know me?the Is have it.

so,were should i start from,uhh yes i am a person and i am very happy,i am young,i have a face and a body ...

i like lots of things and i hate some small things too.when i think of art and nature my heart and brain goes to a place that nobody can go,i like science allot and i read lots of books about DNA and stuff .when you talk about sport i am there,:D.ooh i never said my age lets say2+2+2+2+2+2=? years old.i love summer because the schools are out my birth day is in summer and i go to many classes,my brother will come,we go to different places and...

my favorite things that i do during the day are:practising piano,paint,do stuff with my computer,watching TV listento music and .......and i live my life.

salami cho booye khoosh ashnaee

first , I happy The Teacher's Day to my grand teacher "Mrs Ghahremani" and all teachers too.

I think that students are life spring and flowers , with them, we have no feel tired and boring time. Their smile and languish help teacher to teach and teach and...without any problem. so for the second time I happy the teachers, for thier selection.