Many people, Baha'i's and non Baha'i's alike think this is what we call the internet today. But...
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BOOK
by Farsheed Ferdowsi
Lying on his side with his left arm over a large pillow, Ross stared at the amber glow of the alarm clock as the digits declared 2:47 am. It had been a sleepless night. At times, he felt angry at the clock for not moving faster. Maybe it’s stuck. The thought had occurred to him more than once. Then, as if the device could sense his desperation, it would dole out another minute, causing him to rejoice. But his relief would be short-lived, as the agony of waiting would quickly return. The appointed hour was inching closer
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POETRY
هم باده و هم ز باده مستم
خود میمنم... ار چه می پرستم
هم میوه تاک باغ عشقم
هم حارث تاک و داربستم
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POETRY
"Dear shadow, you have keen eyes.
You looked while I ran,
tell me what you've seen."
"I've seen our path cut through
a crowd's agitation. One by one,
they want to say what they mean.
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Sorry if it has been posted already.
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I believe that I have mastered demure yet stylish hijab with duly painted eyelashes, painstakingly breezily draped scarf and perfectly placed wisps of face-framing hair
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Khamenei needs to wake up and save Iran so much trouble. This regime is clearly unsalvageable and its prospects hopeless.
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A story of a "popular uprising"
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گفتگوي ديدني با يکي از حاميان احمدي نژاد
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Ramesh Sings "Asmar Yaaram" with Nozar Azadi (Ghaatebeh) as Audience join them on stage to dance. (Circa 1977/78)
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