STORY
“Reza: What’s wrong? Why are you so pale?”
Men come in all shapes and sizes. Yet there is something distinct about the Iranian man; for however ordinary his looks may be in his youth, the passage of time is kind to him. No matter what his shortcomings, philosophies or occupation, one thing is for certain; the Iranian man ages well. Nowhere is this more apparent than when he has been groomed throughout a long marriage to a woman who is a notch or two above him. It is as if she has taken an eraser and painstakingly softened the edges. Having carefully done away with the coarse language, the poor taste in clothing and the uncouth mannerisms; she has lovingly filled the void with refined sensibility
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RIGHTS
Advocacy for a Culture of Human Rights and Responsibilities
Historical evidence shows that the cultural principle of human rights, which in a general sense is the right to pursue life-sustaining goals, interests, and beliefs freely and responsibly, transcends the boundaries of the East and the West. Around the world, however, different cultures have placed either greater or lesser emphasis on the individual or collective aspect of human rights. Some Eastern cultures embrace the concept that it is the individual who has a responsibility to contribute to the rights of the collective whole, and in so doing, an individual realizes his or her human potential
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POETRY
you look at the sky and you see blood
you see mourners streaming by the casket with thirst and hunger
you are so small to comprehend
you just cry because your mother is crying
and you can't wait for this day to be over
for sun to show up again
making every one happy
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POETRY
Even though life is short,
painful with stories,
and forgotten in retort
Even though memories' glory,
like bright stars in a dark night,
seduce the lessons learnt in part
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IDEAS
No matter where I went, no matter who I saw, I found no glimpse of Truth
I am sitting in a high school class. It’s the end of grade eleven and I can barely take it anymore. I feel I am suffocating. I want my freedom. Outside the walls of this school is where I thought my freedom would be. On this particular day, in a stuffy, windowless classroom, our religion teacher is discussing about Truth. The students around me seem to be listening partially, as if waiting for it all to come to an end. I am tired too, but something in the teacher’s sentences catches my attention, the word “Truth”
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SOROUSH
نامه ی عبدالکریم سروش به خامنه ای
by Abdolkarim Soroush
آقای خامنه ای، می خواهم به شما بگویم دفتر ایام ورق خورده است و بخت از نظام برگشته است ، آبرویش به یغما رفته است و طشت رسوائیش از بام تاریخ افتاده است. کشف عورت شده است. خدا هم از شما رو گردان شده و ستاریت خود را باز گرفته است. آن دلیری ها که در کنج خلوت و در پرده تزویر می کردید فاش شده است. آه جگرسوختگان و جان باختگان و دهان دوختگان کارگر افتاده است و دامان و گریبان شما را سوخته است. خائفم که بگویم باب توبه هم به روی شما بسته شده است. شریعت هم از شما شفاعت نخواهد کرد که مشروعیت از شما گریخته است. ایران سبز از این پس دیگر آن ایران سیاه و ویران نیست
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MOUSAVI
آقای موسوی طرحی راهبردی برای پیشبرد جنبش سبز تبیین کرده است
سیر حوادث نشان داد که نه فقط موسوی، کاندیدای نظام نبود و بلکه نظام بر آن بود که به هر قیمتی که شده او را از پیروزی محروم کند. البته این سیاست هزینه بزرگی برای نظام داشت، و افول قدرت خامنهای به صورت دیگری آغاز شد. ولی بر خلاف برداشت عمومی، اصولگرایی آقای موسوی بیش از آن که مفهوم سیاسی داشته باشد ناظر بر پایداری او بر اصولی بوده که به آنها اعتقاد داشته است. «اصل» در این جا آن چیزی است که در زبان عاریت گرفته از غرب از آن به عنوان «پرنسیپ» یاد میشود. اصولگرایی در برابر پراگماتیسم یا عملگرایی. اصولگرایی به مفهوم پایبندی به اصول و قربانی نکردن آن در پای منافع و مصالح روزمره
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TREASURE
Homayoun Sanati: Fresh Perspectives
It had been many years since I had seen my Uncle Homayoun, with the difference that this time Auntie Shahin was gone. Tragically, his wife of 50+ years had died in a car crash. So when I opened the door to greet him, he simply fell into my arms and wept. This was a different man – someone who was far quicker to show his vulnerabilities, but even stronger than before because he didn’t waste time controlling impressions. Spending time with Dai Homayoun was nothing short of a pilgrimage for me. So many stories to share, so many new ways to look at everything
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THE MIND
From new book, "Conspiracy for Greatness: Mastery of Love Within!"
For many years, I was fascinated by our ability as a human race to shift our thinking. One of the main elements that define us from other species is this ability to “think,” and to decide and redirect our minds to what we always knew we could do! Look at our collective recorded human history, and you will find all those wonderful, brilliant and fascinating human beings who directed their thinking to an area or topic, producing unprecedented results, incredible inventions and so many amazing creations that we can barely keep count. Now, you and I are taking advantage of the outcome of those brilliant thinkers!
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POETRY
Anger was at age of five
As she reached out to lend a hand
No care for her kind intent
No talking... attention! Be still;
They shouted in demand
Sadness came by at seven
Heart wrenching scenery
Her yellow shaded dog that
Followed in hope for miles
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QUESTIONS
A victim is a victim no matter where they hail from
We must ask ourselves, why is it different with an Iranian woman? Why does the media feel it is not appropriate to release the identities of rape victims within their own country, but do so freely with victims from abroad? This woman has been terribly violated in the worst way possible, and to spread her picture and information around the world violates her again. There is still a terrible stigma attached to rape and it’s victims in many countries, including Iran
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OPEN LETTER
آنها که پس از مقاومت "اعتراف" کرده اند و آنها که هنوز مقاومت می کنند
بسیاری از شما را از نزدیک می شناسم و برخی را نیز دورادور. بگذارید در ابتدای کلام باور قلبی خود را بیان کنم که آنچه بر شما در دوران اسارت گذشته و می گذرد، چه در بند 209 زندان اوین و چه در سایر بازداشتگاهای بی نام و نشان در سرتاسر کشور، به یک اعتبار از همۀ جنایاتی که این نظام پس از انتخابات اخیر مرتکب شده، حتی از آزار های جسمی و جنسی و قتل خود سرانۀ انسانهای بیگناه نیز سنگین تر و ننگین تراست، چرا که عالماً و عامداً، در بلند مدت و با برنامه ریزی گسترده و مرکزی صورت پذیرفته است و جای حاشا هم ندارد
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STORY
Whoosh! Whoosh! It was the sound of cymbals from the procession of mourners, commemorating Ashura
“No smiling today. It’s Ashura... First you have to tear your shirt.” He yanked off some of my buttons and put them in my shirt pocket. “Your mom can sew them back on later,” he said. Then he reached down and grabbed a fistful of dust and poured it on my head. Standing back to admire his work he said, “Excellent, now run all the way to the back of the dasteh with the other kids, and they’ll show you how to beat your chest and chant.” I thanked him for tearing my shirt and putting dirt on my head, then I ran back and joined the procession
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STORY
I kept waiting for the Shah to become as big as my father
When I was seven years old, there were two men. There was my father and there was the Shah. Everyone else was waiting to see what would happen, even if they didn't know it. I knew it at least, and I considered myself an authority on the struggle between them. I knew the number-one rule, which was that you stayed humble in the face of the struggle. You didn't ask too many questions, and if you did, you asked third parties. You didn't ask my father because he was in it. It would be like asking Magic Johnson about basketball in the middle of a game
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