ISFAHAN

Our axis of evil holiday

Our axis of evil holiday

Photo essay: People treated us with real warmth

by Seier
14-Apr-2008 (16 comments)

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Shirin Saeidi
14-Apr-2008

Click on this link to watch the blast:

 //www.rahpouyan.com/

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Mona 19
14-Apr-2008 (16 comments)
You can't shake hands with a clenched fist...Enjoy The Video Clip :)
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Anonymouse
14-Apr-2008 (27 comments)
Any good Khattat (calligraphist) with good penmanship? >>>
sadegh
14-Apr-2008 (3 comments)
Is the next war only about oil? >>>
SCE Campaign
13-Apr-2008
To search for a Lawyer in Iran through Iranian Bar Association >>>
jimzbund
13-Apr-2008 (22 comments)

Saghat fi sabil al Allah

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jimzbund
13-Apr-2008 (one comment)
roo row beram !LOOOOOOL>>>
Shaer
13-Apr-2008 (one comment)

"Self Explanatory".

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ACTING

Great Escape

Great Escape

Photo essay: Houshang Touzie's play in Toronto

by Nader Davoodi
13-Apr-2008 (4 comments)

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Mohammad Ala
13-Apr-2008 (one comment)
 The school has only four students (each student is in a different grade (level)). The school has received many e-mails including one from UNESCO. >>>
bidartv
13-Apr-2008

Bidar.tv will be broadcasting Iranian Student Group Fashion Show at UCLA on Friday, April 25, 2008.

Stay tuned for more updates... 

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fotofoto
13-Apr-2008 (5 comments)
It just reminded me of the bikes we had in Iran with leather seat >>>
Behnam.sezavar
13-Apr-2008
Man strips naked at Berlin Conference (April, 2000) to protest against the Iranian government. >>>

FICTION

Who do you hate the most?

I hated most this uncertainty, this desire, this absence

13-Apr-2008 (39 comments)
I always knew so well how to hate. I hated being a child and being ignored. I hated being a teen and waiting, wondering, doubting. I hated Shah, I hated Khomeini, I hated Saddam the way their ideological differences changed all of us for the worse. The way the war locked me in my room, listening to the silence, listening to the noise, missing joy or temerity, missing the light seeping through sheer curtains. I hated missing one small volume of space in time when opening my window or listening to loud music, or painting red on my bloodless lips and nails wouldn’t have been called an act of bravery>>>