VIdeo of Shabnam with her partner Ali in this iPhone profile of big bad boo. I think it's fantastic!
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TRAVELER
Photo essay: Three days in Amsterdam
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People have the right to hate to their hearts contend and be indifference as much as they wish, but do not tell us how we should to empathize with the citizens of the world
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Most recent list of political and “security risk” prisoners in Gohardasht which was obtained through a confidential and reliable source in Iran
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COLA WAR
Coke and Pepsi flow like wine in Iran
Mollahs of the Coca Cola Caliphate, accustomed to the gloriously holy burp offered by the Aba-brown beverage, after a sinfully satisfying CK (Chelo-Kabab), would certainly have to agree that
"Coca-Cola ... Makes Good Things Taste Better." And lest we forget the Protesters, who reminded of yet one more reason for freedom, would most certainly agree that Coca Cola is
"For People On The Go!" All of this then, begs the question, why of all the wonderfully consumable pure joy inducing American products, is Coca Cola still being sold in Iran?
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There has emerged a cordially meaningful debate among Iranians in Diaspora as to the appropriate adoption of a national symbolic flag of Iran for such events
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FILM
Shirin Neshat's "Women without Men"
Women, given enough time, get to a point where they realize they are complete even without men. On Friday night I went to see the LA premier of Women without Men by Shireen Neshat. The treat was that she was there with us, and at the end of the film took some questions from the audience. A diminutive and soft spoken woman, Shireen Neshat is incredibly articulate and unmistakably passionate about her beliefs, her art and her cause. Her art resonates as globally well as it does because it is a representation of what she firmly believes and has a burning desire to share with the world
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LIFE
هر جا که هستی، امن و امان باشی
آمد آهسته نشست روی صندلی، پشت میزی که توی آشپز خانه است. نفس عمیقی کشید و خدا را شکر کرد. با نگاهی آمیخته به کمی تمسخر،هر چند برای لحظه ای کوتاه، به او نگاه کردم. پیش خود سؤال کردم که "برای چه از خدا تشکر میکنه؟" پشت خمیده؟ نفسی که به سختی بالا میاد؟ توی این سن کار کردن و خونه ای نداشتن؟ ولی زود به خودم گفتم که، "ولش کن، بذار با خدای خودش حرف میزنه، به تو چه؟"
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POETRY
من و تو
مثل دو ستاره ایم
شب را بر نمی تابیم
از تاریکی روشن میگذریم
در سیاهی گوشه ای را پنهان نکرده ایم
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