God looked into his secret heart
to find a word
To bless the living throng below.
But look and look as he might do
And begging ghosts to live again
But hearing no song in that room
He found with harshly burning pain
He had no blessing to bestow.
by Harold Pinter
Before I go any further I like to thank (as we say in Farsi: To say a prayer for the parents of) the person who invented Blogrolling.
This post is inspired by Mr. Hossain Derakhshan’s article Why I am against the overthrow. Since I don’t have the guts nor the courage to write a reply of some sort, for every time I go back to Tehran my whole body shakes with fear in front of the passport control. I decided to share with you one of my own expriences so you would know why I also am against the regime change in Iran!
I was eight years old and had just started second grade. It was during the Iran-Iraq war, so as the dear reader can imagine the atmosphere was revolutionary and pro-war and martyrdom. Every morning we stood in the school yard (regardless of the weather conditions) praising our dear leader and expressing our hatred towards countries we new little of. Death to America! death to Israel! and mind you this elaborate ceremony took place every single morning. One of the rules in our school which had to be obeyed was cutting our hair in a military style, meaning: you were almost left bald. I don’t know what happened that somehow I disobeyed haircut rule for a few weeks. So in one fine morning I was picked out by the school principle. First I didn’t know why, but when I saw the scissor in his hand everything fell in to place. Unfortunately all my begging and crying was of no avail. All I could feel was the principl’s fingers going through my hair and the sound of the metallic scissor cutting my hair. After the whole affair came to an end the principle went behind the mic. and shouted: ‘Allah Akbar’ (God is great) and went on showing my hair to the rest of the students.
Last year when I went back to Iran I was taking a tour in my uncle’s factory grounds where all of the sudden I came eye to eye with a man whom I knew from my past. It was my principle. He was old, and almost beaten with cancer. As he told me later on his monthly pension was not enough and he had to work here and there and he was very bitter about his only son whom had immigrated to the land of the devil, the U.S. I never reminded him of that day.
I guess all of us have this sort of stories drawn in our lives, only with different scales; but they are all important for they are the storis of our lives which has shaped and formed the person that we are today.
1. It has been a few months that what ever I do, who ever I see and and basically whatever I touch turns to a big No. Have any of you folks experienced this before? My father used to say:
‘You will either make the world dance to your tune or you will be the one who shall dance to the world’s tune.’
If you have any magic portions which I can shake this of, please send me some!
2. The way BBC loves Iran. (see)*
3. A few days back I met with couple of friends whom were talking about Mathematical Infinity. Does any of you gus have any Information on this subject.
4. My friendhas opened a very good argument on some basic Iranian weblog history and current event.
*If anyone couldn’t open the page in Iran, I’ll be happy to send it to them.
I am sure most of you have read Jane Austin’s Pride and Prejudice. It has to be accepted that Pride and Prejudice is highly popular among the ladies. As far as women are concerned, the whole philosophy and the esence of the book is concentrated on one character, Mr. Darcy.
To get some prospective I am going to analyse Darcy’s character as well as I can. Lets see….Superiority complex( over women in general), over confidence, over moody, unfriendly, unsociable, lame sense of humour and bitter over everything in life. So I ask, what on earth makes the ladies so attracted to Darcy’s character?
For men only: If any of you guys have watched the movie and God for bids, have been aspired by Mr. darcy’s character and have decided to use any of his character traits in your personal life in regard with your partners; I suggest that you don’t, the end result is a broken head or a nose!
