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در پاسخ به نامه دکتر سروش به روحانیون بلندپایه قم، یکی از ایشان طی نامه‌ای به نامه وی پاسخ گفت. به گزارش خبرنگار ما از قم، این نامه در پاسخ به نامه دکتر سروش که در آن از مراجع و علمای ناراضی قم خواسته بود اگر ناراضی هستند از قم به نجف عزیمت کنند نوشته شده است. در آن نامه سروش به برخی علمای ناراضی قم و مشهد توصیه کرده است که چنانچه نمی‌توانند به رفتار حکومت اعتراض کنند لااقل به عتبات مهاجرت کنند تا بدینوسیله نارضایتی و جدا بودن راه خود از حکومت فعلی ایران را به مردم نشان دهند. مطلبی که برخی از ناظران محافل دینی و روشنفکری دینی از آن به نوعی اتمام حجت یاد کرده‌اند. متن نامه این عالم سرشناس قم به آن نامه به شرح زیر است:>>>

Sherlock Holmes’ Daughter (7)

It was a shock hearing Katie so nonchalantly admit that her mother was a prostitute. Why did she think I had to know this so early in our relationship? Couldn’t she break it to me in small euphemisms over time? Now I had to try to deal with it. For a moment I felt the same distress at her frankness that Paul’s inappropriate confessions always gave me. “I suppose I’m the original maadar jendeh, wouldn’t you say?” she goaded, mocking me for my indecisiveness as to how to react. The confusion was honest enough, but if Paul were in my place he would have blurted out “Jesus Christ, you’re fucking kidding me!” >>>

مرغ فریاد

در سرای خورشید
می‌نشیند لب حوض
تر کند بال بلا دیدهافکار
به خمیازهٔرنگ. >>>

پیام آور صبح

با کدامین خورشید،
نازک قلب تو را تافته اند
که چون این پاکتر از آتش زرتشت، هماننده ی مهر
غنچه ی نور می افشانی برقامت بوم؛
که پیام آور صبحی تو در این ظلمت شوم؟ >>>

Fathe Shab

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Attack on Cinema

In his introduction Kiarostami said, “cinema has been attacked, which is why I am intervening.” He further stated that on his way to the Palais, he got a message from Panahi’s wife, to call her as soon as he possibly could.” Kiarostami interpreted this as being positive news, interestingly enough since it could be negative, too. Kiarostami said, “the fact that a filmmaker has been jailed is intolerable … an entire art form has been jailed.” The Iranian filmmaker also mentioned the March letter which appeared in the New York Times and told us he had brought a stack of them along in case any of the journalists present needed a take-home copy>>>

My Daughter

My daughter,
it was their tradition to bury you alive.
You were killed;
a whole nation is being buried alive.
Look how peacefully he rests his head on the pillow
he who has earned his wage for killing you
eats a Halal dinner >>>

ای میهمان مهربان زمین

در سرزمینی که
هیچ کس
آشتی را نمی شناسد
تو هنوز
آواز دوستی را
>>>

Moving appeal

This year, two great figures are absent at the International Film Festival of Cannes. The first is Roman Polanski, and the readers of Huffington Post know that I have spared no effort to plead and defend his cause over the past seven months. (Moreover, the pathetic declarations of Ms. Charlotte Lewis haven't made the slightest dent in my determination.) But the name of the second is Jafar Panahi; he is Iranian. Tim Burton chose him to be a member of his jury, and if he is unable to be there, it is because he is incarcerated in the terrible Evin prison, near Tehran, where he was thrown by the obtuse and criminal fanaticism of Ahmadinejad's police>>>

Adolescent dream

Anytime but now.
Anywhere but here.
Give me the red soaked floor
of the coloseum.
A night at the palace
with a drunk Baudelaire.
>>>

The Woman Who Had Been Paying Attention

There was a woman in town who was not considered one of the most beautiful on a day-to-day basis, but once in a while one of the men would see her on his way home and be struck dumb at how beautiful she was, and what the men had in common was that they saw her on the day they'd made something magnificent at their place of work. The baker noticed her on his way home from making what he believed to be a perfect cake. The mason noticed her on the day he'd made the sturdiest wall he'd ever made>>>

آتشونی

یکی از همراهان که همیشه مطالب روزنامه را تعقیب می کرد، خلاصه اخبار کوچ ما مجسمه ها را به کویر برایمان خواند که از خنده روده بر شدیم. همه روزنامه ها به اتفاق این گونه نتیجه گیری کرده بودند که همه ما توسط باند سرقت خیلی ماهری دزدیده شده ایم.همراهمان که زمان حیاتش شاعر معروفی بود، شعر طنزی خواند که نشان میداد ایشان برای آمدن به کویر رفته تا از شهردار مرخصی بگیرد. به گفته وی شهردار از دیدن یک مجسمه در دفتر کارش که تقاضای انتقال به کویر را داشته اصلاً تعجب نکرده بود. به گفته وی همه افراد دور و بر شهردار عین مجسمه بودند>>>

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Don't kill your enemy

Have you entangled in an awkward moment when someone asks you a simple question that requires you to give an answer that can fill up a nine-volume book? It happened to me years ago. It happened when I was a ripe tomato out of college and got hired in a reputable American company. My colleagues as a gesture of professionalism towards new hires stopped by my cubical and introduced themselves. A foreign colleague, perhaps out of curiosity, came to my cube and said, “hi”. After a short introduction he asked me where I was from>>>

Sherlock Holmes’ Daughter (6)

I slid my fingertips inside Katayoon’s blouse, thumbing her top button out of its buttonhole and gliding my hand inside her shirt. “Stop,” she whispered clutching my wrist tightly and slowly pulling it away from her breast. She held me from herself in this way for a long time, staring a meaning at me that I was not understanding. How disappointing to have said, “but you told me to undress you.” That much was apparent. She was saying there was a key to her body that I should find. But how could I be sure?>>>