This letter was written by an employee of the NIOC National Iranian Oil C., about fifty years ago. Someone pulled it out of the archive for laughs
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Prince Mohammad Ali Mirza Meshkat-Dowleh Dowlatshahi as Minister of Court under Reza Shah.
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Hate to be rushing or anything but...
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INDIA
Photo essay: That thundering metropolis called Bombay
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TRIBUTE
Art: Taj al-Saltana genuine voice for women's social grievances
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Niki Koohpaima >>>
TEENAGER
“Kids your age who live in Iran. They should be depressed … not you!" I shouted
My brother called the other day. I was a bit surprised. We don’t talk much. Life has been busy and our relationship has been reduced to quick chitchats, consisting of a few words and not much content. We sometimes go for months without talking. Dealing with kids, wives, demanding jobs, the in-laws, and everything in between, leave us both with no time or energy to keep the communication channels open. He sounded stressed on the phone. “What’s wrong?” I asked him. “Well, you know, shit hit the fan with Kami. We got issues,” My brother said. Kami is my brother’s teenaged son. The kid is a bit strange and very shy. He is one them kids who wear only black and walk around in long trench coats and military boots. He scares me.
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SMART
Last March I went to see Darvag Theater’s play, In Memory of Kazem Ashtari with dear friends in Berkeley. I was blown away by the play’s original storyline, the crisp and clever dialogue, and the stellar performances of its cast. I found the whirlwind of plot twists and developments dazzling and so entertaining! Sepideh Khosrowjah’s dialogues all through a complex plot were exquisitely simple, yet thought provoking. What would a woman do when her husband dies suddenly? What would she and her late husband’s mistress tell each other if they were to meet? This story is delicious!
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رادیو همبستگی تلاش زیادی نشان داده است تا فعالیت های تئاتری ایرانیان را منعکس کند و در ضمن
در برابر فعالیت های هنری نسل جدید مهاجری که در سوئد رشد کرده است و به
کار هنری می پردازد بی تفاوت نماند.
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EARTH
Let’s think about the only perfect home that we, with all of our differences
“The Woman of Willendorf”, is the oldest human figurine known to the mankind. The 11-centimeter statute shows a faceless female body with out-of-proportionally large breasts, large tummy and accentuated reproductive organ. This ornament that was made in Austria about 30,000 years ago is neither a representation of a typical prehistoric female body nor comparable to Roman and Greek art in which women are subject to the wild fantasies. You might ask what the heck is it then? One of the strongest theories suggests that it is the symbol of Earth. Having this in mind makes it easier to understand that the large body parts are strictly symbolizing the concept of fertility. From Willendorf village 30,000 years ago to Las Vegas metro in 2006, we hear one voice. The mother earth for thousands of years has provided us with an infinite amount of resources
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BOOK
Harvard Professor and His ‘Galpal’
On January 27, 1996, the Boston Herald featured a rather unusual article that, its title alone – Harvard professor’s galpal accuses his rival of extortion – must have given serious shivers to Henry James in his grave. Times have surely changed for the worse at Harvard and, sitting in jail like one of Becket’s clowns waiting for a just and expedient end to the horror leveled on me and my family, I concentrated on the necessary antidotes that would keep me from being fated like another Joseph K. The article is worth quoting at length: “A muddied case of alleged extortion, spiced with Middle East intrigue and Harvard prestige grew even murkier yesterday when the only real witness did not pick out the alleged bad guy in court…Shobhana Rana claims she twice turned over $250 payments of her professor-boyfriend’s cash to a death-threatening Iranian last Fall
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رمیکس آهنگهای ای ایران و یار دبستانی
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بازگشت از سفر و باقي قضايا
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