KARAMANIA

Ali Jaan

Shaad Baashi

vaghti majles kaamelan mardooneh shod,stripper asli ro baraat post mikonam!!.

cheers

Thanks everybody!

Most people say that as you get old, you have to give up things. I think you get old because you give up things.
                                      Theodore F. Green

I received more on-line B-day wishes from you, than I did from actual friends, calling me! (Does it mean it's official: "I am a nerd?"LOL...) 

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  It took me by a surprise when I saw this page yesterday. It literally took my breath away. What really touched my heart was, each and every one of you, offered your B-day wish, in the style that I am used to expect from you; you could have removed the signatures, and I could tell, what was from whom!

 I have not been to the land that I love, for 25 years, but I find traces of it, every time I am on this site, and there is always a piece of writing, a comment, or a sentence, that I see, that takes me back, that I want to embrace, and hold close to my heart, because it reminds me of that land, the Iran of my childhood, the Iran that I refuse to give up.

 For me, you guys, each and every one of you , is MY IRAN . And I love you.

Yours,

Ali P.

Ebi jaan: You gave me the surprise of a life time! I have never been a fan of birthday bashes for myself, especially now that I am old as Noah, but a virtual party with online friends and virtual cake and virtual champagne,...(and I was epecting) a virtual stripper...nothing beats that! I was deeply touched my friend :-)

Red Wine: I know, cake and candy bet nemeesaazeh, but stick around, ...I hear there will be a stripper, once all the girls go home and the party becomes mardooneh. Pull your pen up; I want you to  capture and write down every curve and move you see on her ;-) Thanks for the note.

DK: DK eh bozorg! What an honor to have your in our chaadoreh eh choopaanee. LOL..The video was great. Some say it with music, some with words. You always say your piece, best, with a clip. I love it!

majid: What a treat! Zendeh baashee.I am so used to reading your comments; and I just love it when you write in Farsi. Thanks for coming to the party buddy.

BN: BN khaaneh gol! Great to see you baraadar. Maryam khaanoom koo pas? It was great seeing you, on line, again ;-)

samsam: My main man....Iranian.com's true maverick! Thank you for the note my friend.

Nazy Kaviani: Didn't we pick you as Iranian.comer of the year last year? Truely an asset to this site. Loved the Hafiz poem. You don't write much, but whatever you write, is a MUST READ. Thanks for the note and thanks for being on this site :-)

PG: Master of video clips! I know I get on your nerves every once in a while, but you have been always kind, and nice to me. Thanks for coming to this b-day party, and thanks for all the enchanting moments you gave us by posting your videos :-)

IRANdokht: True daughter of Iran, and another Salaarzaneh Iraani! Hareefeh 1000 taa mard! LOL...Thanks for coming to the party. Save the last dance for your humble servent Ali P., will ya? ;-)

Orang: LOL..this would not have been complete without you and one of your poems, refeegh. I take your poetry over any stripper, any day! I treasure your friendship my friend .

Mona 19: Mona eh aziz! The whole page smells like flower, now that you are here! Thank you sooo much for the B-day wish.

Seagull: Kam paydaaee baraadar/khaahar! Why does it have to take a birthday to see you again ? :-) I am glad that you decided to stop by. Always good to see you again.

Mahi N: Mamnoonam. Safaa aavordeen. You should come more often, and write more often :-)

Azarin: I always have two reactions to your writings: One, being impressed, and two, asking myself, if this is writing, what the hell is that garbage that I write??! Thanks for all the MUST READ articles you have created for us . I want to grow up to write like you :-)

Happy Birthday!

I just realized that I had missed this party for one of the best commentators of Iranian.com!

Happy B-Day Ali! I wish that all your dreams come true!

Azarin

Ali joon, Tavalodet mobarak

Ali joon,

Tavalodet mobarak basheh. Enshallah hamishh khosh o khoshhal o salamat bashi o hamisheh famil o doostan dor o baret bashan o ba ham khosh basheen o khoob bekhandin.

Mahi

Joonet Sabz

Ali P.,
Happy belated B.D.
Wish you and your company the best.

My jaw dropped!

I am in disbelief!

I am too emotional to write anything right now.

You have NO IDEA how I am feeling .

I'll write again later tonite.

This can't be...

Yours,

Ali P.

Dear Ali.P ...

Wishing you ,and your family happiness,health, and prosperity today and always...Happy Birthday.

Regards,Mona ;)

Tavalodat Mobarak

Baray kado behtarine baray to Ali jan  TAVALODI DIGAR az Forogh ast :

//www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ghr4YDhQu9I

Another Birth

My whole being is a dark chant
which will carry you
perpetuating you
to the dawn of eternal growths and blossoming
in this chant I sighed you sighed
in this chant
I grafted you to the tree to the water to the fire.

Life is perhaps
a long street through which a woman holding
a basket passes every day

Life is perhaps
a rope with which a man hangs himself from a branch
life is perhaps a child returning home from school.

Life is perhaps lighting up a cigarette
in the narcotic repose between two love-makings
or the absent gaze of a passerby
who takes off his hat to another passerby
with a meaningless smile and a good morning.

Life is perhaps that enclosed moment
when my gaze destroys itself in the pupil of your eyes
and it is in the feeling
which I will put into the Moon's impression
and the Night's perception.

In a room as big as loneliness
my heart
which is as big as love
looks at the simple pretexts of its happiness
at the beautiful decay of flowers in the vase
at the sapling you planted in our garden
and the song of canaries
which sing to the size of a window.

Ah
this is my lot
this is my lot
my lot is
a sky which is taken away at the drop of a curtain
my lot is going down a flight of disused stairs
a regain something amid putrefaction and nostalgia
my lot is a sad promenade in the garden of memories
and dying in the grief of a voice which tells me
I love
your hands.

I will plant my hands in the garden
I will grow I know I know I know
and swallows will lay eggs
in the hollow of my ink-stained hands.

I shall wear
a pair of twin cherries as ear-rings
and I shall put dahlia petals on my finger-nails
there is an alley
where the boys who were in love with me
still loiter with the same unkempt hair
thin necks and bony legs
and think of the innocent smiles of a little girl
who was blown away by the wind one night.

There is an alley
    which my heart has stolen
    from the streets of my childhood.

The journey of a form along the line of time
inseminating the line of time with the form
a form conscious of an image
coming back from a feast in a mirror

And it is in this way
that someone dies
and someone lives on.

No fisherman shall ever find a pearl in a small brook
which empties into a pool.

I know a sad little fairy
who lives in an ocean
and ever so softly
plays her heart into a magic flute
a sad little fairy
who dies with one kiss each night
and is reborn with one kiss each dawn.

//www.pierdelune.com/farrok1.htm

Happy Birthday dear Ali P.

I saw this blog and thought I missed the party!  But it seems like our Ali P. went to his favorite crowd at the Happy Hour joint and Agh Essi got him wasted with an extra birthday shot of tequila :0) 

Happy birthday to you and may you always be surrounded with good friends, joyful laughter and sweet love! 

Have a fun birthday weekend my friend ;-)

IRANdokht

And Many Many More!

I am glad to report that though Ebi is looking more and more like you, specially in the photograph above, you don't look a day older Mr. P.! Be happy, be healthy, be joyous, and I hereby authorize you to party to your heart's content for one day! (You can show this to authorities if you get in trouble for partying too hard!) Happy Birthday!

To Ali P.

حسن تو همیشه در فزون باد

 رویت همه ساله لاله گون باد

 اندر سر ما خیال عشقت

هر روز که باد در فزون باد

 هر سرو که در چمن درآید

 در خدمت قامتت نگون باد

 چشمی که نه فتنه تو باشد

 چون گوهر اشک غرق خون باد

 چشم تو ز بهر دلربایی

 در کردن سحر ذوفنون باد

هر جا که دلیست در غم تو

 بی صبر و قرار و بی سکون باد

قد همه دلبران عالم

 پیش الف قدت چو نون باد

 هر دل که ز عشق توست خالی

 از حلقه وصل تو برون باد

 لعل تو که هست جان حافظ

 دور از لب مردمان دون باد

حافظ

Happy Birthday Ali jan

 May the Lord give You tons more in blessing & joy in the coming year.

Cheers Pal!!

Ali jan

Happy birhtday to you ali jan. i wish you the best.  

علی‌ آقای سه عدد صحیح و چارده (پی‌)

صد سال به این سالها......امیدوارم بپای هم پیر شین...خیر از جوونیت ببینی‌...دست راستت زیر سر ما...ایشا لله زیارت عمه عطار....

راستی‌ ....... یادم افتاد......... تولدت مبارک داداش

I Dub Thee Knight

Happy Birthday Ali Jan,

I believe you are Fit to serve at the Round Table ;0)

So Lets Ride to Camelot Gentlemen !

//www.youtube.com/watch?v=2QSaM5gQ9vo

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علي خان... تولدت مبارك عزيز...

اميدوارم كه هميشه شاد باشي و سلامت.

كيك ميل نداريم . شام چرب در ابي جان و مجيد جان هم اثر سو دارد,لطف كنيد شيريني خامه ائي ما را محفوظا در يخچال بگذاريد تا از دست نابخردان دور باشد و تا بعدا به خدمت برسيم و شيريني خوران به دعاگوئي شما مشغول شويم.

لطف حضرت عالي مستدام.