Archive - Oct 27, 2010 - Article

Arabian Gulf?

Instead of using the historically accepted term - and observing State Department protocol - "Persian Gulf", Assistant Secretary of State for Political-Military Affairs Andrew Shapiro referred to the "Arabian Gulf", a politically charged phrase with a relatively recent but insidious history. While it may sound like a mere matter of semantics to some, in a region marred by ethnic tensions, usage of "Arabian Gulf" is a serious signal that could portend a dangerous, counterproductive path for the US ahead>>>

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اخيراً آقای آرامش دوستدار طی نامه مفصلی برخی از مواضع اخير شما در باره دگرگونی های فکری در ايران، حقوق مسلمانان در غرب، و شرايط همزيستی دين و مدرنيته در جهان معاصر را مورد انتقاد شديد قرارداده اند. ديدن انسانی چنين تهی از اميد و خوشبينی، نه تنها نسبت به ايران و ايرانيان بلکه نسبت به همه انسانيت، جداً تاسف آور است. اميدواريم که نامه ايشان را بعنوان نشانه و نمونه ای از شرايط اخلاقی و فکری سرزمين ما تلقی نفرمائي>>>

The Guards of the Shahanshah

The Immortal (Anûšiya or Anauša) were an elite regiment of hand picked men trained from childhood into elite warriors; they were the imperial guard of the Achaemenid Shahs. According to Herodotus of Halicarnassus the reason why they were called the immortals was because “it was invariably kept up to strength; if a man was killed or fell sick, the vacancy he left was at once filled, so that the total strength of the corps was never less -and never more- than ten thousand.” Surviving Achaemenid colored glazed bricks and carved reliefs represent the Immortals as wearing elaborate robes and gold jewelry>>>

Sama’ (The Audition-3)

My male voice should have caused the naked woman to screech and run out the bath chamber, instead her powerful grip tightened around me even more and the scrubbing worsened. “Let me go!” I heard myself scream. “ Me go!” I heard my own plea echo in the bath chamber. Kicking and flailing was useless. It only caused her to miss her intended spot behind my ear and soap me in the eyes instead. “My eyes, my eyes, they burn!” I wailed >>>

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با پاهای لرزان به دیوار سفید هال خانه‌مان تکیه کردم و نفسی عمیق که از سر ترس، شرم و خوشنودی گویا ساعت ها در سینه ام حبس کرده بودم با رضایت بیرون دادم، گویا نتوانستم به درستی همه هوای جمع شده داخل ریه ام را به بیرون بدهم. نفس عمیق دیگری کشیدم و این بار با هیجان بیشتر نفس حبس شده ام را اندک اندک بیرون فرستادم و هر بار احساس سبکی بیشتری کردم>>>