"What Do Simple Folks Do" from the Broadway play Camelot, 1961.
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IRANIANS
We are infected with an America love/hate disorder
They say pride will come before the fall. Excessive pride will blind you to the truth and stops you from advancing. Iranians have a long tradition of worshiping pride. National pride, in specific, although has helped us through some tough times in our history and in many ways ensured the survival of our country and identity, but it appears that we never learned when to stop being proud and start looking at the shortages. So in the hope of breaking this centuries old tradition, I have come up with a list of 10 things that I believe are wrong with the Iranian political and social psyche .Of course a long way in breaking with this tradition, but this is for those whom still have that excessive sense of pride:
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TRAVELER
Fluttering Israeli flags began to appear as we approached the Allenby Bridge Crossing
If you live in the Middle East there is only one way to enter the state of Israel, through the Kingdom of Jordan. From Amman, one can either fly directly to Tel Aviv or drive to one of the border crossings between Jordan and the West Bank. As many people in the region already know, the first option is not open to most Middle Easterners including most Palestinians. However, it was open to me and my Palestinian friend from East Jerusalem but we opted to take the latter route, the route that most Palestinians have to endure. Our journey began the next morning following our arrival in Amman, Jordan. We were up at seven a.m. and on our way in a cab to the main taxi and bus station
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STORY
Hapoo worked hard for a living and became a civilizing influence in the area
When my father came home, I was already asleep. Usually my mother let me stay up to keep her company, but that night she put me to bed early so I wouldn't botch her little trick on my father. She let him go through the nightly security inspection of the house without telling him about the puppy. I woke up to my father's yelp and a crash. He ran back panting and stumbling, one stuck foot still dragging my tricycle. "Get the pick handle," he stammered. "There's someone in the coal bin." The dog lived in the coal bin at the far end of the yard. There, he was protected from the elements and wasn't close enough to the house to make our residence unclean
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STORY
They could kiss each other, he thought remembering his dead wife and how soft her skin felt
A man was walking at night. He stopped at the middle of the narrow wooden bridge to gaze at the surface of shining water flowing below his feet. He ignored the inviting melody of the stream. It’s just a dark thought, already written so many times in so many different ways in my precious books, he thought and inhaled the fresh air of night mixed with the stench of the river. He kept on walking and reached the muddy shores. A group of young people were swimming naked far from the coast. The sound of their laughter shivered his back. He sighed and envied their youth. I’ve read this scene in a red book when I was 14, he thought
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ART
Photo essay: New York & more
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Sepideh B >>>
Islam dar khatar ast, ya khatar dar Islam ast? Time for a call to action?
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This Father seems so proud of himself that he can single-handedly ruin his child's well-being.
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Amnesty International Update on Mohammad Fadaee
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“In Memory of Kazem Ashtray”: This is a play in Persian written by Sepideh Khosrowjah anddirected by Hamid Ehya – featuring Bella Warda, Sepideh Khsorowjah, Mansour Taeed and Shadi Yousefian
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Amnesty International Update on Behnoud Shojaee
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