Archive - Jul 15, 2008

خطر اجراي حکم اعدام ابومسلم

مصاحبه با وکيل نوجوان محکوم به قصاص

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پاس سخن

من روشنی رخت ز روزن دیدم

روی چو مهت به هر نفس زن دیدم

از خانه به کوچه چون همی گام زدم

بس کشتۀ عشق تو به برزن دیدم

 

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ZIONISM - WHY ARABS & MUSLIMS CALL THE ISRAELIS

حدیث هول قیامت

تمام محله را به نام باغش می شناسند، محله باغ گل. عطر گلهای نرگس و یاس و محمدی ، تمام محله را در طول سال پرمی کند. این باغ همیشه ودر تمام سال گل دارد. در وسط باغ جوی آبی روان است و درختهایی که انگار سرسبزی در دل آنها جاودانه خانه کرده است. باغبانی که به نقد جوانی زنده گی باغ را ضمانت کرده و رشته های موی سپید را به نصیب برده است، نگهدار دائمی این باغ است. ظهر بعد از نماز جمعه، در محله باغ گل – شیشه های خلوت مردم با کلوخ و سنگ پاره های الله اکبرخرد و خاکشیر می شود. اهالی محل، برخی بهت زده ، تعدادی از سر تفنن ، برخی از سر تعصب ، در کوتاه زمانی از خانه هایشان بیرون می آیند. جماعتی پر از جوش و خروش، الله اکبر و مرگ بر بابی می گویند و به طرف باغ می روند.>>>

فردوسی و قادسيه, بامدادی بر پايان ايران

The Qadesiyeh was truly the transformation of a glorious" Nations State" to a "Stateless Nation" of Serfs & Conversion of Proto-Iranic spirit of challenge & adventurism to the "post Iran" culture of Subjugation & "Sufism" >>>

Canada double standard on terrorism

I am writing to you to support your stand on Omar Khadr’s return to Canada .Omar Kadar is a Canadian, AND MUST BE SUPPORTED BY THE GOVERNMENT . He should face the court in Canada for his alleged killing a Us combat in Afghanistan >>>

دختراي چاق امريكايي در پاريس

بابا بريد رژيم بگيريد >>>

Unwilling audience

Unwilling audience >>>

The 'Muslim Smear' and the New Yorker's 'Controversial' Obama Cover

Apparently 12% of the American electorate still believes Obama is a practicing Muslim, which really comes as no surprise... >>>

T’was the Fight Before Christmas

The second year we were married, Francois decided to invite my parents for Christmas. “I want them to experience a French Christmas meal,” he said, displaying the enthusiasm he reserves for elaborate menus. My parents were more than happy. My father called the next day to give us their flight information. “We arrive at noon on Dec. 25,” he said, “at Oakland Airport.” “That’s the wrong airport!” I said. “The airport near you guys was too expensive,” he explained. “They’re arriving when?!? Francois asked, rather incredulously. “And why are they arriving at the wrong airport? Tell them to change their flight.“ >>>

From Misery Alley to Missouri Valley

The nameless alley in which our house was located was long and narrow. It was not too kids friendly because it was not suitable for any kind of fun and play. People who lived in our alley were all poor farmers with the exception of one family whose house was the very first one to your left when you enter the alley. The man of the house was a member of the clergy. For this reason we called him agha sar chooche-e as if there was no other agha in our alley. I remember when he came out of his house all the women who happen to be sitting and gossiping at the front of a house double checked their chador and made sure that they are covered properly. The tall and long muddy walls enclosed our alley on both sides.>>>