Archive - Oct 9, 2007 - Article

"Marg bar dictator"

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Give diplomacy a chance

We, the undersigned, represent the views of a diverse grouping of Iranian expatriates in the United States, the UK and elsewhere in the West. Some of us have vastly different views regarding the current government in Iran; we are individually members of many different political parties; we do not all agree on how best to reach stability in the Middle East. But we all feel a connection with both our homes in the West and the finest core values of the societies in which we are living, and with the country of Iran and its cultural traditions, whether we came by these ties by birth, heritage or friendship.>>>

The burden on children

I really wish that all the children of Iran and the rest of the world could at least celebrate a day of pure happiness. It would have been so joyful to see that for once, even if it lasts only for one day, all the children of the world were to live beyond the disputes caused by adults, who are making this world an intolerable world for human beings. Till when do the children of the world have to pay for the hatred that has conquered many of adults’ minds, hearts and bodies? Till when do children have to pay for countries’ poor economic situations? Till when do they have to die with HIV and other diseases? Till when do they have to face bloodshed and brutality of this world before even they get to experience a handful of some of the smallest joys of this life?>>>

Vacancy

Cheecks were red apples,
Smiles were on lips,
Big and rich, indeed
Eyes were by thousands
Upon a thousand;
Sheen of reverence
Pouring our of them.

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گلابی های رسیده

بهش گفتم وقتی من هیجده سالم بود، عاشق زن چهل ساله شدی. وقتی چهل سالم بود عاشق زن شانزده ساله شدی. و تمام مدت مثل گربه پشت در اتاق می نشستم گوش می کردم. گوش می کردم به صدای خنده اش، گوش می کردم به گفتگوی تلفنی اش، گوش می کردم به راز و نیازهای عاشقانه اش که هر روز به یکی دل می بست. اگر یک نفر بود آدم می توانست عادت کند. ولی یک نفر که نبود. از همان روز اول زن دوست بود. یکی را دوست داشت چون پوستش سفید بود – مثل هلو بود. یکی دیگر سیاه و با نمک بود. یکی دیگر موهای گندمی داشت. اون یکی لوند و تو دل برو بود، و من حسودیم می شد. >>>

Have it your way

This may seem odd, but we must compare Iranians to others in the region, or other places relatively similar, and not to America or other developed-world countries. One thing is amazing, that I have been writing critical about Iran almost all the time and I even mentioned it clearly that I see myself as an Azerbaijani making a clear distinction between my own background and some others within Iran BUT then almost NO-ONE, commented or wrote that I WAS NOT an IRANIAN. >>>