Archive - Jan 22, 2010 - Article

Reporters Without a Home

Since the disputed 12 June presidential election at least 100 journalists and bloggers have been arrested and 23 are still being held. At the same time, around 50 have been forced to flee the country to escape the relentless repression. More are leaving every day. These are the brave and selfless folks that year after year pushed back and challenged status quo. They pressed against the system and pushed the envelop when there were no bright lights or world attention. One organization having nothing to do with any Iranian group has taken the lead to help these people>>>

What will be the next move?

The current unrest was the result of three forces joining hands: the most visible of the three was the role of the foreign powers and the financial and logistical support they provided to the pro-western and well-to-do strata in Iran who received their ideological, political and practical directions from foreign, particularly the U.S. and British intelligence operatives, Iranian counter-revolutionaries acting as the long arm of the U.S.-U.K. organizations that channel funds into the accounts of anti-government links>>>

Great danger lurking

If we do not address the issue of leadership properly and fail to develop a viable strategy to deal with it we could be sleep walking into another dictatorship and in 30 years time our children would have to go through this hell all over again. If the 1979 generation knew their history and learned from the mistakes and failures of 1941, they would not have made those fatal errors and as a result our people wouldn’t have been at this point today. Now if we make the same mistakes by not learning from their errors we could simply doom of children to another thirty years of the same>>>

ملافه های نور

آفتاب به ملایمت ملافه ی نورش را به روی ما کشید و در سایه روشن باد خنک هر دو به خواب رفتیم. مورچه ها از سر و روی ما بالا می رفتند. پاهای کوچک شان رد پا بر جا نمی گذاشت. همه چیز روال عادی خودش را طی می کرد. سالی و من در رویای خوش زندگی فرو رفته بودیم. تلنگرهای باد و دست های گیاه کنار دستمان خوابمان را آشفته نمی کرد. ثانیه ها و دقیقه ها می گذشتند. در معبر نور خورشید به بالا می رفتیم. دست های یکدیگر را گرفته بودیم. هیچ فشاری در کار نبود. فقط لمس بود و لمس! >>>

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