Since the Valntine's Day is supposed to be about love, so I wrote it for my son:
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How to change IRI without bloodshed
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FOOD
Memories of a former diplomat
There were actually only ten of us on that day and the Iranian diplomats had prepared the picnic baskets with variety of food and drinks and placed them inside the trunk of the limousine and soon we were all on our way to the picnic ground which was only a short distance from the royal palace in Monaco. As we started the trip, we noticed Grace Kelly and Prince Phillip started to sniff and snuffle their noses in an inquisitive way, like two little poppies trying to search the source of a bad smell. Grace Kelly a beautiful and elegant lady cracked the window a little for fresh air and told his Majesty the Shah: “Something smells so awful, I wonder what it is?”
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The state or feeling of being in love is great. Your day is consumed with thoughts of your beloved. You can't wait to call her or get a call from her to hear her voice.
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POETRY
آهای
خواهر سنگها
من بوسه هویت را
از لبان تبعید می چینم
و چون آدمهای قرن تصفیه حساب
با جیب سوراخ و کیف سنگین
با لبان سرخ و دکمه های تصمیم
به سرگذشت عشق فکر می کنم.
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Shiva Rose and director of David & Layla at Quad Cinema, New York
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این رو آخر تابستون نوشته بودم
برای داداش بزرگه که عاشقشم
و برای داداش کوچیکه و رنگ ته قلبش
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بررسی سیاست خا رجی ج.ا.ا و فرایندهای سیا ست گذاری در وزارت خارجه از جمله موضوعاتی است که بعد از انقلاب ایران د ر دستور کار بخشی از تحلیلگران سیاسی قرارگرفت.
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Iranian elements of David & Layla which premieres in New York (Feb 15), Chicago (Feb 22), San Francisco (Mar 7), Sacramento (Mar 21.)
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Ramin Tabib predicted Bush policies will revive progressive forces. He was right.
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PEOPLE
Photo essay: Sharif University students
by Mahdi
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According to the Human Rights and Democracy Activists of Iran , the death sentences of the three juveniles have been approved
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STORY
Based on true events in Iran
Fati took another look out the window of her tiny apartment, squinting her eyes to see as far down the street as she could, in the hopes of seeing Jamshid finally coming home. But it was to no avail. She knew that he had disappointed her once again. It was already ten o’ clock, five hours after he had promised her he would come home, bearing the rent money that was due the next day. It was useless. As soon as money, any money, made its way to Jamshid’s hands, it had a way of swiftly disappearing, up in the smoke of an opium dream. She gritted her teeth. It was too much to bear. Again, he had let her down. Again, she would be forced to do it. And she had promised herself she would never resort to it another time, that the last time was truly that, the last
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