Archive - Feb 12, 2008 - Article

The Spider Killings

Fati took another look out the window of her tiny apartment, squinting her eyes to see as far down the street as she could, in the hopes of seeing Jamshid finally coming home. But it was to no avail. She knew that he had disappointed her once again. It was already ten o’ clock, five hours after he had promised her he would come home, bearing the rent money that was due the next day. It was useless. As soon as money, any money, made its way to Jamshid’s hands, it had a way of swiftly disappearing, up in the smoke of an opium dream. She gritted her teeth. It was too much to bear. Again, he had let her down. Again, she would be forced to do it. And she had promised herself she would never resort to it another time, that the last time was truly that, the last>>>

Exclusive elections

I just saw the news that Khomeini's grandson, Ali Eshraghi, has not been allowed to participate in the March parliamentary elections in Iran. I was looking at the picture of the guy and I was almost feeling the TERROR of Khomeini in my body. You remember how he looked. I could almost feel how the old man was able to kill mercilessly for what he believed to be the cause of Shia Islam. This guy, Mr Eshraghi, looks so much like his mass-murderer grandfather. By the way, the grandfather was indeed a ruthless man who will in time, definitely, be exposed, but the fact of the matter is that Khomeini was adored by the vast majority of Iranians>>>

نیمه راه

همان موقع که میخواست از داروخانه بیرون بیاید، متوجه شد که دارد نگاهش میکند. از داروخانه که بیرون آمد و به طرف اتوموبیلش رفت، دختر در چند قدمیاش به انتظار ایستاده بود. هفده - هیجده سال بیشتر نداشت. روسری پلنگی، چند طره موی مشکرده که افتاده بود روی پیشانیاش. مانتو کوتاه و تنگ که به سختی تا روی رانهایش میرسید. لبخند عصبی. گفته بود اگه زحمت نیس، منو برسونین. یه خرده بالاتر، تا سر آفریقا. دیرم شده. ایستاده بود کنار اتوموبیل، کیفش را روی شانه انداخته بود، دست چپیش را گرفته بود به بند کیف و دست راستش را کرده بود توی جیب مانتو. سعی میکرد مؤدب، محجوب و خانم جلوه کند. اما صدایش میلرزید.>>>

Escape From "Hell" - Glory Of "Living"

The Shivering, The Torment, The Darkness ..
The Hopelessness, The Bleakness, The Melancholy ..
All Negative Thoughts, Unseemly Influences ..
The Devil himself, Kept At Bay ..
All Joy was Gone, But Has Returned ..
The Dark cloud ever Present, Now Removed ..

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