Virtues are the qualities of the human spirit, such as
compassion,
kindness,
integrity,
justice,
self-control,
respect and
honesty...
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The U.N. Security Council seems intent on moving the international viewpoint towards a confrontational stand against Islamic republic of Iran
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Christian Churches pay big money to cover up for their Mullah’s.
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Comedian talking about Abadani's and the way they talk. Abadan is a city in southwestern Iran.
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اندر باب مردی که در آسانبر به دیدن خاتونی عنان برید
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Recently there has been a lot of criticism on Iranian.com about spelling or rather, miss-spelling, of english words.
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WORDS
When I hear hear people talking about the war on Terror, I know they are talking about me
It was only later, long after the events of 9/11, that I finally realised I was a terrorist. The realization did not come easily, or all at once. After all, I had not planted any bombs or hurt anyone (not even verbally). I had not visited secret training camps in Pakistan . I had not even done anything as rash as Samina Malik, who was convicted of Terrorism recently by a British court for writng Poetry about Jihad. (Poetry has always been a dangerous activity, as all tyrants know). No. It was something far more insidious.
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WAR
Erstwhile allies and unfamiliar Foes
Bravado, posturing and gnashing of teeth have long characterized US-Iranian relations. For almost thirty years, and in the aftermath of the 1979 Islamic Revolution which brought Ayatollah Khomeini and his small coterie of disciples to power there has been a string of events that have gone to ensure the bad-blood and rancor between these erstwhile allies has continued unabated. Prior to the revolution, Iranians resented the US for the CIA-MI6 orchestrated coup d’etat of 1953 which overthrew the democratically elected Prime Minister, Mohammad Mossadeq and later US support for the dictatorship of the Shah Mohammad-Reza Pahlavi
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Phone messages left on Hardliners' Newspaper line
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Phone messages left on Reformers' Newspaper line
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and how to get rid of them easily
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STORY
It was now dusk but still no sign of Hossein. It was completely unlike him to be so late, knowing Mahin would be stranded in the now deserted streets, her hands full of shopping bags from the Bazaar-e-Reza, the market where she had gotten all her spices and nuts, honey and saffron, enough to last for the month. Mahin started walking a bit down the street, hoping she could meet her husband’s oncoming car. Though she walked with her head held high, striding fast and determinedly despite the heavy bags wearing her down, she felt vulnerable. A woman alone at night, walking around as if… as if…
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