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October 4-8, 1999 / Mehr 12-16, 1378

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Friday
October 8, 1999

Culture

I love hate you
America's success has resulted in admiration, jealousy, and resentment

By Yahya R. Kamalipour
October 8, 1999
The Iranian

Today, America's global images are largely based on the very cultural products (TV programs, recorded music, books, magazines, and movies) that are produced here and exported to the rest of the world. Although, in terms of dollars, culture is the second leading American export topped only by aerospace technology, the impact of culture goes far beyond money in influencing global life.

On the eve of the dawn of the third millennium, the United States not only dominates practically all aspects of global communication and entertainment, but continues to fascinate the rest of the world. In fact, America's cultural influence, coupled with its political and economic power, has inevitably resulted in admiration, jealousy, and resentment. A popular resentment throughout the world, even in such traditional friends of America, as France and Canada, is that the U.S., through its media conglomerates and cultural products, is threatening traditional or indigenous cultures ... GO TO FEATURE

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Thursday
Octoebr 7, 1999

Life

My life's joy
I have stopped dreaming about my childhood

By Babak Mohammadi
October 7, 1999
The Iranian

You may be asking what is all this mumbo-jumbo Babak is giving us. To answer this question I have to go back 48 hours to Friday, November 27, 1998. As I just finished my first pint of lager, it occurred to me that it had been almost a year since I had dreamt of my childhood.

I remember vividly what I dreamed last time. I was playing outside of our house in Torbat-Heidarieh. I was full of childhood joy. My joy was immediately shattered as I heard my mother's voice crying my name: "Babak... Babak... biyaa tu khuneh... biyaa tu khuneh." (Babak, come inside the house.) ... GO TO FEATURE

Play

Time to reappear
The play that angered religious leaders

October 7, 1999
The Iranian

The following email, containing the translation of a controversial play that appeared in a student publication in Iran, has been circulating the Internet. It is being reproduced to keep our readers informed of current events in Iran. The translator(s) is unknown. The Persian original has been posted on a number of web sites: ... GO TO FEATURE

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Wednesday
Octoebr 6, 1999

Poetry

Take all you want
Poem

By Siamak Kiarostami
October 6, 1999
The Iranian

have we found a solace and an insecure peace?
or are we just thrust as close together
as these heavy glass shields of ours will permit --
all the while averting our eyes away from each other´s nakedness ... GO TO FEATURE

Orange County
Poem

By Leyla Momeny
October 6, 1999
The Iranian

here behind the orange groves,
old men eat golf balls, carry sacks of sugar
prepared for early desperation.
then drive down freeways
dipped in sand ... GO TO FEATURE

The rain
Poem

By Shah Zendegi
October 6, 1999
The Iranian

I hear the drizzle on the road
Like memory they fall
Soft and warm, tapping on my roof and walls...
I gaze beyond the rain drencehd streets
To Iran, where my heart lies ... GO TO FEATURE

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Tuesday
October 5, 1999

Opinion

Catching up
The Muslim world at the threshold of the third millennium

By Fereydoun Hoveyda
October 5, 1999
The Iranian

Many economic, political, social and cultural reasons have been advanced for this interruption. But they had one common denominator: the triumph of ultra-fundamentalist interpretations of the Quran, around the 12th ­13th centuries ...

Ghazali condemned thinkers such as Abu Ali Sina (Avicenna) while in Andalusia half a century later, the fundamentalist clerics branded philosophers such as Ibn Rushd (Averroes) heretics and burned their books. Fortunately, many of their books were carefully gathered by European universities whose scholars pursued the work of now condemned Muslim thinkers and scientists. The famous Italian historian Geoffredo Quadri goes as far as to assert that the Renaissance would not have been possible without Averroes's ideas! In other words, if not for the rising influence of fundamentalists, the scientific and industrial revolutions could have developed in the Muslim world, not in the West ... GO TO FEATURE

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Monday
October 4, 1999

Cover story

Her eyes
"Her eyes were so black they seemed to drain the room of all its light"

October 4, 1999
The Iranian

Excerpt from James Buchan's A Good Place to Die, published by The Harvill Press, London. This is the first major British novel to engage with contemporary Iranian society for a generation. It is an epic love story that opens in Isfahan in 1974 and closes in the same city twenty-three years, a revolution and a bloody war later.

One afternon, 19 April, 1974, 23 Farvardin 1353, I fell asleep and woke to a shop full of angels. Their voices had the character of light in the dingy shop. I staggered up and saw, leaning against the high doorpost that separated the two rooms, a girl in a black prayer-chador. I thought: She thinks she's too tall, but she's not. Behind her, the bright voices of girls wheeled and swooped like the pigeons in the courtyard of the Shah's Mosque, but the person in the door was still. She had pulled her chador up across her face and where the hem had risen up I saw the edge of a light blue skirt, the uniform of the girls' secondary schools in Isfahan, and white ankle socks. Her eyes when I looked at them were black, so black they seemed to drain the room of all its light: their blackness was not an absence of light, but was itself a light, of a kind I had not up to that moment experienced or known to exist, beneath which the objects of the solar world took on a melancholy futility ... GO TO FEATURE

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