من بچه که بودم، خیلی دوست داشتم مادرم میتونست مثل مادر دوست فارسم برام لالایی بخونه که بخوابم. اون بیچاره اما از آنجا که ان چه را هم که هرگز دیگر پخش و تکرار و شنیده نشده بود
>>>
LANGUAGE
I am embarrassed that I can’t speak Persian
by Leyla
Everyone on my dad’s side of the family speaks Persian. At family reunions they all jabber like exotic birds, their hands spinning and twirling for emphasis. Every so often I catch a word that I know, or my name, and I try hard to make out what’s going on, but I never can. So I just sit there, pretending I’m having fun, and waiting for someone to translate for me. Besides my mom, I am the only one who doesn’t understand. You would think having someone like me would make me feel better, but it doesn’t
>>>
STORY
The old Owl was sitting at the edge of the world and watching life—the passage of life and its trail, that is. He saw men who became attached to the worldly things such as bricks, doors and walls. The Owl knew, however, that bricks fall apart and doors break and pillars don’t last long. He had seen so many broken crowns in the midst of ruins of this world and always sang songs to remind men that this world is temporary; He sang loud so men can hear but they didn’t care
>>>
POETRY
تلنگری بر آسمان ميزنم
صدای قلبم را در کوچه ای قدیمی می شنوم
ابری بر درختی تكيه ميزند
پرنده ای بال می گشاید بر روی لحظه
آسمان - آسمان می ماند
>>>
The Radical Hypocrites of Iranian.com have all conveniently disappeared.
>>>
There are some new members who bring much joy and potential to this site and I want to welcome and thank them
>>>
Ever Wondered what Class is?
>>>