Sunday, May 13, 2007
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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
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.....
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!
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!
Friday, May 11, 2007
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
Thursday, May 10, 2007
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)!
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
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
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
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!!
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
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
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
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
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!
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.
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.
Friday, May 4, 2007
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.
Monday, April 30, 2007
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
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
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