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10-Apr-2009 (5 comments)
In response to those that have repeatedly asked for Baha'i perspectives on the recent material posted, we must begin with the foundation of the recent exchanges
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STORY
10-Apr-2009 (14 comments)
Mehrabad airport is crowded. Everybody seems in a rush to leave Iran. The air is dry. It’s the end of September, but the heat belongs to July. I push my valise on the floor, over the remaining pile of yesterday’s newspapers. A few pages are dragged with my suitcase. I stop pushing. I’m too tired. As the sweat runs over my forehead, I remember the exact moment when the three Pasdars raided the house last night. I wipe the sweat and wish I could wipe the tears off my mother’s face as she stood there at the center of the living room with all the eyes set on her. My mother, the woman who knows how to hide behind a serene smile, even when there’s a thunderstorm blowing her mind away>>>
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10-Apr-2009 (13 comments)
Bita: "I thought I would never be able to take a sauna again after what happened. On our way up here, I thought I would burst into tears, but I’m only feeling numb."
Ebi: "Well, you know, it's been more than a year now. You can’t just go on being depressed and miserable for the rest of your life. What happened, happened. We should start a new life all over again. I like to see us as happy as before."
Bita: "Yeah, before Shirin's death."
Ebi: "No! I mean like when we got married, long before she was born." >>>
Ebi: "Well, you know, it's been more than a year now. You can’t just go on being depressed and miserable for the rest of your life. What happened, happened. We should start a new life all over again. I like to see us as happy as before."
Bita: "Yeah, before Shirin's death."
Ebi: "No! I mean like when we got married, long before she was born." >>>
POETRY
10-Apr-2009 (4 comments)
O rose, come and dance
On my heart as its soil
Has been dry
For too long.
O moon, come and smile
As there are a thousand
Willing flirtatious ones at
The door, these shining stars >>>
On my heart as its soil
Has been dry
For too long.
O moon, come and smile
As there are a thousand
Willing flirtatious ones at
The door, these shining stars >>>
POETRY
10-Apr-2009 (4 comments)
از درد روزگار, ناچار, میکند شادی
چونکه الا عشق, ماند کدام بازی؟
ولی در آغوش هر زن میگیرد بهانه
چونکه نیست در وجودش عشق جاودانه
عشق جاودانه چیست؟ همان عشق خدای
که در عمق خود باید کرد پیدای >>>
چونکه الا عشق, ماند کدام بازی؟
ولی در آغوش هر زن میگیرد بهانه
چونکه نیست در وجودش عشق جاودانه
عشق جاودانه چیست؟ همان عشق خدای
که در عمق خود باید کرد پیدای >>>
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