tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51259742012-02-16T12:19:07.492+01:00H.Aghvami's WeblogHappiness and Wisdom شادی و خردAzadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.comBlogger841100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-86840634936567592292012-01-04T11:53:00.001+01:002012-01-05T12:04:53.731+01:00Forever in exileیکی از ترانه هایی که گه گاه زیر لب می خواند هنوز در گوشم می پیچد که
در غربت اگر مرگ بگیرد بدن من - آیا که کند قبر و که دوزد کفن من
تابوت مرا جای بلندی بگذارید - تا باد برد بوی مرا بر وطن من
پنج سال از درگذشت پدرم گذشت، مردی که از نامردمی و نامردی ناکسان روزگار، زندگی در غربت را برگزید و به تنهایی خوگرفت.
با آنکه بزرگترین بی مهری ها را در زندگی از نزدیکان دید، با همه جز دوستی و یکرنگی نکرد و Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-78534371282848295162011-03-21T06:57:00.002+01:002011-03-22T17:03:25.354+01:00Happy NowRuzنوروز و بهار بر همگی فرخنده باد.
دیشب خوابیدم هنگام سال نو، امیدوارم پذیرفته باشد!
همچنین بگویم که احساس خوبی با این سال 1390 آمد، نشان به این نشان که روز نخست دوست دیرینه ای که سالها از او بی خبر بودم را یافتم.
حالا تو بگو «گالیور، من می دونستم...»Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-62254271500026229142011-02-12T21:24:00.001+01:002011-02-12T21:32:30.780+01:00Protect your dream, protect your future!
من بار سنگینم مرا بگذار و بگذر - نیکم، بدم، اینم مرا بگذار و بگذر
بگذار جز کابوس ناکامی نبینم - منشین به بالینم، مرا بگذار و بگذر
بگذار زنجیرم کشد دژخیم ایام - در خورد نفرینم، مرا بگذار و بگذر
بگذار تا در ماتم ویرانی خویش - چون جغد بنشینم ، مرا بگذار و بگذرAzadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-22270377995152482472011-02-07T19:41:00.001+01:002011-02-07T19:45:50.223+01:00You all and only me!مارو باش اینا رو باش!
مارو باش که روی چه درختی اسم مونو جا گذاشتیم؟!
Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-5473957516712927702010-10-24T22:44:00.000+02:002010-10-24T22:44:54.760+02:00Lost in the worldروزهای پرشور و برباد رفته نوجوانی تا جوانی به دنبال مان می آیند
و شبهای خستگی جوانی تا سپیده دم پیری گریبانمان را خواهند گرفت
به خود گفتم که دوباره زندگی سرشار از زیبایی هاست، سخن نگو
مگر آب رفته به جوی بازگردد و دوباره ای در کار باشد، بی خیال!
Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-42183888187753121972010-09-12T01:04:00.002+02:002010-09-12T08:37:51.652+02:00Different viewsخورشید باز هم به خانه ای که چراغهای آن مدتهاست خاموش و ستاره هایش در پهنای سیاهی شب گم شده اند سر کشی کرد.
ستاره تاریک و سیاه با تمام کوچکی خود از آفتاب خواست تا رویش را بپوشاند. آفتاب خندید و گفت زندگی در روشنایی و عشق است!ستاره سیاه با اخم در گوشش گفت: اما زندگی من با سیاهی و خیانت است که معنا می گیرد!
Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-72952339081591647702010-03-22T21:38:00.006+01:002010-04-16T14:25:08.404+02:00Happy Persian new year 1389For the new year we cut a deal as simple as possible: we have no deal!
مرز بین عشق و خودخواهی بسیار باریک و ناآشکار است، برای تو که از عشق می گویی، هشدار!
با هر آنچه که هستی شاید فرسنگها دورتر از کرانه های عاشقی با تمام آنچه که نیستی در پایتخت خودخواهی جهانگردی میکنی؟
نوروز پیروز و بهارت فرخنده بادAzadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-77517673377918894902009-12-07T22:38:00.006+01:002009-12-16T11:03:37.293+01:00Let's forget it!در این زمانه ی بی های و هوی لال پرستخوشا به حال کلاغان قیل و قال پرست!چگونه شرح دهم لحظه لحظه ی خود رابرای این همه ناباور خیال پرست؟به شب نشینی خرچنگ های مردابی چگونه رقص کند ماهی زلال پرست؟ رسیده ها چه غریب و نچیده می افتند به پای هرزه علف های باغ کال پرست رسیده ام به کمالی که جز انا الحق نیست کمال دار برای من کمال پرست هنوز زنده ام و زنده بودنم خاریست به چشم تنگی نامردم زوال پرستAzadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-39505494221799091642009-11-25T10:56:00.004+01:002009-12-16T11:21:11.128+01:00Who knows? maybe ...خدا رو چه دیدی؟ شاید با تو باشم؟شاید با نگاهت از این غم رها شم؟خدا رو چه دیدی؟ شاید غصه رد شد؟دلم راه و رسم این عشقو بلد شد؟هنوز بی قرارم به یاد نگاهتنشستم تو بارون بازم چشم براهتخدا رو چه دیدی؟ تو شاید بمونی؟شاید غصه هامو تو چشمام بخونی؟خدا رو چه دیدی؟ شاید دل سپردیمشاید عشقمونو تو از یاد نبردی؟هنوز بی قرارم به یاد نگاهتنشستم تو بارون بازم چشم براهتتو ترسی نداری از عشق و جداییمی خوای پر بگیری بهAzadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-14293600631454207922009-10-09T15:54:00.002+02:002009-10-12T16:04:11.427+02:00We will check it later honey...نشنیدهای که زیر چناری کدو بنیبر رست و بردوید برو بر به روز بیست؟پرسید از آن چنار که تو چند سالهای؟گفتا دویست باشد و اکنون زیادتی استخندید ازو کدو که من از تو به بیست روزبر تر شدم بگو تو که این کاهلی ز چیستاو را چنار گفت که امروز ای کدوبا تو مرا هنوز نه هنگام داوری استفردا که بر من و تو وزد باد مهرگانآنگه شود پدید که از ما دو مرد کیستاینم برای تو از ناصر خسروSometime ago John told me, "Hey youngAzadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-14872758914817763012008-12-30T23:32:00.003+01:002008-12-30T23:58:16.259+01:00The way we go onهمون کتاب حافظ قديمی هنوز کنار مانيتورم هست. همون کتابی که تفال زدن رو باهاش ياد گرفتم، فکر می کنم از روزی که شعر رو شناختم، با حافظ بودم؟دستم رفت روی کتاب حافظ، روی برگاش شست دستمو سر دادم، خيلی شوخ هست اين رند درويش خردمند، هميشه می زنه به هدف:هشدارم دادراهيست راه عشق که هيچش کناره نيستآنجا جز آنکه جان بسپارند چاره نيستنويدم دادهر دم که دل به عشق دهی خوش دمی بوددر کار خير حاجت هيچ استخاره Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-28933038319134489092008-08-20T18:11:00.002+02:002008-08-21T16:55:33.675+02:00Let's goTime to leave all the bests is not easy.Time to loose your last chance is even much worse!and the time you have to keep everything in your heart will kill you...Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-84600041499487792042008-05-03T20:06:00.001+02:002008-05-03T20:08:29.479+02:00When you are aloneتنها بودن يه کابوس شومه عزيزمکار دل نباشی، تمومه عزيزم....Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-3914754748272289672007-12-15T21:56:00.000+01:002007-12-15T21:59:56.762+01:00Sweet dreams!دلم رميده شد و غافلم من درويش - که آن شکاری سرگشته را چه آمد پيش؟چو بيد بر سر ايمان خويش میلرزم - که دل به دست کمان ابروييست کافرکيشخيال حوصله ی بحر میپزد هيهات - چههاست در سر اين قطره محال انديش!بنازم آن مژه ی شوخ عافيت کش را - که موج میزندش آب نوش بر سر نيشز آستين طبيبان هزار خون بچکد - گرم به تجربه دستی نهند بر دل ريشبه کوی ميکده گريان و سرفکنده روم - چرا که شرم همیآيدم ز حاصل خويش Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-70291754223667230992007-10-29T17:33:00.000+01:002007-10-29T17:35:58.700+01:00Thank you one more timePeople come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person.When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed.They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsendAzadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-51603310998802457822007-10-18T15:10:00.000+02:002007-10-18T15:26:09.001+02:00And time goes by so slowly...Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-79255257645272753752007-10-13T16:35:00.000+02:002007-10-13T19:20:16.020+02:00Autumn ... و اما پائيزتو سر گذشت من نبود جز غمو دلشکستگیعمری گذشت و از تنم هنوز نرفته خستگیاز دست روز و روزگار خسته و دلگیر شدمتا چشم بهم گذاشتم، دیدم عجب پیر شدمتو گیر و دار عاشقی وقتی که سر خورده شدممنم با برگ های خزون ریختمو پژمرده شدمخوشبختی با پرنده ها پرزدو رفت تو آسموناونقده دور شد که از اون نه نامی موندو نه نشونتو کش و قوس روزگار از این دیار به اون دیاربه هرکجا که پام می رفت از اونجا رفته بود بهار از بازیهای Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-86742876439002147442007-06-13T21:09:00.000+02:002007-06-13T21:09:21.770+02:00End of the story!?یه پنجره با یه قفس، یه حنجره بی هم نفسسهم من از بودن تو، یه خاطره ست همین و بستو این مثلث غریب، ستاره ها رو خط زدمدارم به آخر میرسم، از اونور شب اومدمیه شب که مثل مرثیه، خیمه زده رو باورممیخوام تو این سکوت تلخ، صداتو از یاد ببرمبذار که کوله بارمو، رو شونه ی شب بذارمباید که از اینجا برم، فرصت موندن ندارمداغ ترانه تو نگام، شوق رسیدن تو تنمتو حجم سرد این قفس، منتظر پر زدنممن از تبار غربتم، از Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-33319352426817360342007-06-09T21:40:00.000+02:002007-06-09T21:46:38.501+02:00A sailor without his boat!من عاشق بي قايق تو درياچشمامو مي بندم بي رويايه زيبا نگاشو چه آروم به موجا مي دوزهيه عاشق بي ساحل چه تنها تو دريا مي سوزهميرم و مي ميرم آسوده ميشم از عشقميرم و مي ميرمجشن تولد مرگمو براي تو زير آب ميگيرم:: ترانه ::Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-14335761720785447352007-05-28T23:50:00.000+02:002007-05-29T17:03:26.644+02:00Almost gone?! تو حضور مبهم پنجره هاروبروم ديوارای آجريهخورشيد روشن فردا مال توسهم من شبای خاكستريهتوي اين دلواپسی های مدامجز ترانه های زخمی چی دارم؟وقتی حتی تو برام غريبه ایسر رو شونه های بارون می ذارماسم تو براي من مقدسهتا نفس تو سينه پر پر می زنهباورم كن كه فقط باور تومی تونه قفل قفس رو بشكنهمنمو يه آسمون بی دريغمنمو يه كوره راه نا گزيرای ستاره ی شباي مشرقیپر پرواز منو ازم نگيرAzadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-79976113383016177982007-05-06T12:54:00.000+02:002007-05-07T12:14:56.731+02:00Something to think and write aboutSometimes you have a day cannot write or even cannot think...به نظر من انسان خيلی با ارزش و محترم هست (مگر اينکه خلافش ثابت بشه) و می شه در مورد خوبی هاش هزاران کتاب نوشت ولی بعضی روزها بهتره آدم چيزی ننويسه.اسمشو بزاريم روزی برای ننوشتن خوبه مثلاAzadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-78706601918056119342007-04-25T10:22:00.000+02:002007-04-25T10:28:33.089+02:00Life is a gameThe life is a game, that is true but a serious real game!هميشه بهت گفتم که زندگی يه بازيه؟ خب بازم می گم D:ولی بازی زندگی شوخی سرش نمی شه، بلکه خيلی هم جديه!Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-69811356257361330222007-03-28T20:39:00.000+02:002007-03-28T21:59:25.542+02:00The way from winter to springهر چند زمستان سخت و طاقت فرساست، بهار اما زيبا و دوست داشتنی است.راه دراز و سرد زمستان تا بهار را با تو پيمودم. رسيدن به بهار با تو اما از بهار هم زيباتر بود... L'hiver est toujours dur et assez triste mais quand le printemps vient, il fera beau.Nous avons passé le chemin de l'hiver au printemps ensemble.Mais être ensemble était beaucoup plus beau que le printemps.Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-31800823899043315572007-03-24T15:19:00.000+01:002007-03-24T16:00:51.225+01:00AdieuAdieuNous sommes tous dans le noirSi tu n'existes pasAu moins fait le savoirAdieuJe n'ai plus de questionsMes yeux sont abîmésMon coeur perd la raisonAdieuNous sommes tous dans le noirSi tu n'existes plusAu moins fait le savoirAdieuJe n'entends plus l'HistoireMes yeux sont fatiguésMon coeur perd la mémoireAdieuNous sommes tous dans le noirSi tu n'existes pasAu moins fait le savoirAdieuIl y a tantAzadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-11114001510471738042007-03-09T14:45:00.000+01:002007-03-09T14:51:02.828+01:00Spring is not for everybodyبهار فرامی رسد و شاخه های سبز تو شکوفه باران می شوندسهم من از بهار اما همچنان برگهای زرد پائيزی هستند که سالها به خود ميخ کرده ام...Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-31451934186545729852007-02-19T22:18:00.000+01:002007-02-19T22:38:27.827+01:00U R the bestYes you are, but who are you??شگفتا که سرگشته و سرگردان از دست اين سرگذشت سراسر سربالايی و بدون سرازيری، همچنان سربهوا و سرسخت مانده ای!حالا که از سر گذشت دريای داستان بی سرو سامانی ما، چه يک "سر"، چه هزار سر! "وجب" که چيز قابلی نيست. شايد از پس سر دادن در راه دوست سربلند شديم؟Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-82000218511314479312007-02-10T22:58:00.000+01:002007-02-19T22:09:34.771+01:00What I mean... وقتی به خودش می پيچد و جز رجز خوانی و حرفهای گنده زدن کاری نمی تواند کردن، بدان که به هدف زده ای و بدجوری، بد جايش را سوزانده ای که با تمام وجود خود را بيرون می ريزد!Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-715090113478770082007-01-27T19:13:00.000+01:002007-01-27T19:29:51.466+01:00What Does It Mean to Be Human?رو سربنه به بالين، تنها مرا رها کن ترک من خراب شبگرد مبتلا کنمائيم و موج سودا، شب تا به روز تنها خواهی بيا ببخشا، خواهی برو جفا کناز من گريز تا تو هم در بلا نيفتی بگزين ره سلامت، ترک ره بلا کنبر شاه خوبرويان تاج وفا نباشد ای زرد روی عاشق، تو صبر کن وفا کندردی است، غير مردن آنرا دوا نباشد پس من چگونه گويم کاين درد را دوا کن؟خيلی وقتها پيش می ياد که آقايون معنای "مردانگی" و "نرينگی" رو باAzadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-72881344018074898262007-01-21T21:29:00.000+01:002007-01-21T21:44:34.546+01:00As old as 15 years agoGot an email from one of my childhood best friends's sister who was only 4-5 years old in my adolescence.Once she insisted me to ride her with her brother's bike but we did not know its brake does not work and because of this small issue we went into a large group of people who were waiting for a wedding! Yes, they fell down like dominos...The pretty little girl with blue eyes and frizzy hair, I Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-72570594630747333842007-01-11T12:01:00.000+01:002007-01-15T20:40:19.548+01:00my CalendarI arrange the future events in a calendar, I keep also track of the past in a calendar that includes from my birthday up to now.You can see "what" happened "when" and "where" in a table and I should say sometimes "dates" matches magicly together like when you got a good news in your birthday or you found a new friend in new year eve. من همه چيز رو توی يه جدول بزرگ می نويسم، از گذشته ای که بدنيا Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-62391262091324260622007-01-09T21:15:00.000+01:002007-01-09T21:49:29.825+01:00Planning to fail? می دونی؟ هر شکستی بدبختی و شومی به همراه دارد و سرمايه های جسمی و روحی زندگی تو را به يغما می برد.من چه چيزی برای از دست دادن دارم؟بارها اين را از خودم پرسيدم زيرا فکر می کنم اگر خودت را برای شکست آماده نکنی به سختی خواهی شکست!درسته ، اين مدل شکست هنگامی به سراغت می آيد که اصلا به آن فکر هم نمی کنی،و هنگامی شکست می خوری که در اوج غرور و خودبينی احتمال باخت را هم از فکرت بيرون کرده ای.ولی هيچ می Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-21332677955899262152007-01-04T18:30:00.000+01:002007-01-04T22:22:26.183+01:00The man is goneWe always think we still will have the time to do something or to be with our beloved persons.This is a big mistake and will not happen, buddy.The time is passing too fast to have this opportunity!But we dream and keep on dreaming...Once you come and see the man is gone.The man who raised you up is gone and the man who took care of you in your childhood until you became a young man does not existAzadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-35440538965902252132007-01-03T21:56:00.001+01:002010-03-24T16:44:40.479+01:00Congratulations, you have a sensitive personality!No problem dude, not everybody looks like you, just see the sensitive personality type description here, I have the impression you are enjoying yourself:Persons who are inspired, creative, and imaginative. They have a spirit of exploration, finding freedom with their minds, feelings and fantasies (Oldham & Morris, pg. 180). They are: Warm, giving, open, spontaneous, likable, friendly, loyal, Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-63263436220884773292007-01-02T21:32:00.000+01:002007-01-03T12:06:15.537+01:00Is France just Paris?!New year in Paris, wow! Champs-Elysées was crazy full both in the main street and on the pavements :)Every body was coming around Eiffel Tower, and the bloody rain, made it more funny.This time, I went finally to meet my hero in Paris: Sadegh Hedayat [look in Wikipedia] in Père Lachaise grave yard [look in Wikipedia].This guy made full my adolescence with his books, the sad part was his suicide Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-6027125755190359962006-12-12T22:00:00.000+01:002007-11-06T09:45:02.536+01:00A crazy day with myselfJust came back from the seaside that is empty and cold in these days, except some old people with their dogs, the city I was in looked like a dead town, all food shops closed or under construction! hell!The water was colder than we estimated and our feet became red in an instant!We found a violet seashell, might it be rare or expensive? In each case for children it is always valuable.دريا برای منAzadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-1165573419371486102006-12-07T22:22:00.000+01:002006-12-08T11:50:09.226+01:00Gift or Punishment?What is the one comes to your life when you are gone?چی می گيم بهش وقتی که يکی می ياد؟ وقتی که دير مياد ولی بالاخره می ياد؟ Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-1164796242345709442006-11-29T11:29:00.000+01:002006-11-29T11:30:42.376+01:00No news!Nothing is worse than a time you have no news and the worst, when you do not get any email!!!Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-1164382172171053582006-11-24T16:22:00.000+01:002006-11-24T16:29:45.093+01:00Wandering about شايد همگی روزی در زندگی به نقطه ای رسيده باشيم که هرگز خودمان را در آنجا تصور نمی توانستيم کرد و بر همين اساس هيچ ايده ای برای مديريت آن وضع نداريم.دانسته ها و تجربه های ما آنقدر کوتاه و کوچک و ناچيز هستند و بدتر از آن گاهی از اوقات آنچنان چشم بسته راه های هر روزه ی زندگی را طی می کنيم که وقتی به يک راه يا زندگی يا موقعيت تازه می رسيم همه چيز به هم ميريزد!همگی آدمها که يک شکل نيستند و يک شکل فکرAzadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-1163535966572153982006-11-14T21:21:00.000+01:002006-11-14T21:26:06.586+01:00Paris, ma ville préféré!I have been traveling to Paris last week and every time I come back home to Brussels, it seems like a village to me.Oh, Paris is a real city that never sleeps and it looks like Tehran in many manners.Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-1162887218655794942006-11-03T09:30:00.000+01:002006-11-07T09:19:03.003+01:00Attached to my memoriesIt is hard to believe but everything which comes, will be gone anyway!You are gone, just your memories will be remained. I am still thankful to the one hosted by my heart;)هرچند در باور نمی گنجد ولی هر آمدنی رفتنی در پيش دارد همانگونه که تو هم رفتی و مرا با خاطراتت تنها گذاشتی...ولی ... جز سپاس چه می توان گفت به آنکه در قلبت آشيانه دارد؟؟Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-1162379628695074072006-11-01T12:05:00.000+01:002006-11-01T12:13:48.706+01:00You & MeSeconds are running very slowly... zut ... just my life is finishing fast!Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-1162214366676403592006-10-30T14:15:00.000+01:002006-10-30T14:19:26.686+01:00A friend indeed is a friend in needيک دوست خوب بهترين چيزی هست که انسان می تونه داشته باشهنمی گم دو تا يا بيشتر چونکه بسختی می شه در موردشون ادعا کرد ولی بودنش ديگه معرکه هستبه گفته ی سعدیدوست آن باشد که گيرد دست دوست، در پريشان حالی و درماندگیولی اينروزها خيلی از دوستها به جای دستگير بودن و کمک رسانی تلاش می کنند پريشان و درمانده ات کنند!! Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-1161638960622619802006-10-23T23:24:00.000+02:002006-10-23T23:29:20.636+02:00Sicknessبيمار شدم، حالم خوش نيست، توی تب می سوزم ولی عين خيالم نيستامروز به فرانسواز ايميل زدم و گفتم بيمارم، نمی رم سر کار، بهم تند پاسخ داد که چه وقت شوخی کردنه؟ باورش نمی شه که من هم ممکنه بيمار بشم؟؟بيماری بهتر از سالم بودن، من که به اين نتيجه رسيدمنه بخاطر اينکه بهت بيشتر توجه می کننبخاطر اينکه توجه ات از خودتم دور می شهAzadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-1161604613743089552006-10-23T13:43:00.000+02:002006-10-23T21:50:36.346+02:00خربزه به شرط چاقويش هم لرز آور استاين نوشته مرسی بخاطر همه چيز، مرسی بخاطر عشق که بهش اشاره کردی ربطی به موضوع امروز من و تو نداره، من یه سپاسگزاری به يک نفر بدهکار هستم برای هميشه و کاملا اتفاقی اينجا (توی اين وبلاگ)تو و اون توی يه صف قرار گرفتين!من هم عشق رو -مثل ديگران- از ديد خودم می سنجم و می بينم ولی براش ارزش و بزرگی ويژه ای قائلم که اين با ديگران اندکی فرق داره.داستان عشق من هم -فقط- برای خودم ارزشمند هست، نشان به آن Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-1161596195963650022006-10-23T11:22:00.000+02:002006-10-23T11:36:50.756+02:00به دوست نديده امدوست خوبم، با درودمن واقعا نگران تو هستم و از موضوعاتی که برات پيش اومده خيلی نگران شدم. البته بزار -مثل هميشه همين اول- رک و راست بهت بگم که هر کی خربزه می خوره پای لرزش هم بايد بشينه، حالا بايد فکر کرد چطور اين لرزه ها رو کمتر کرد؟؟ببين، آدمها بسادگی شکست می خورن، قلبشون می شکنه يا زخمی و درمانده می شن ولی به اين سادگی ها نمی ميرن، ما خيلی پوست کلفت تر از اون هستيم که فکرشو می کنيم!از ديدگاه منAzadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-1161543375554757502006-10-22T20:51:00.000+02:002006-10-23T22:01:18.240+02:00مرسی، بخاطر همه چيز، مرسی بخاطر عشق واسه همين بود که خوابم نمی برد! وقت تنگه، هميشه وقت تنگه حتی اگه 1000 سال هم با هم باشيم برای من باز هم وقت تنگه!نمی گم اين رسم زمونه هست، چرا که خودتم می دونی ما آدما رسم رو خراب کرديم و بعد هم خرابکاريمونو می اندازيمش گردن زمونه...نمی دونم چی درست بود و چی درست نيست ولی هر چی که باشه می فهمم که اين رسمش نمی تونه باشه.با تمام اينها يک چيز می مونه که بهت بگم و اون چيزی جز سپاسگزاری و قدرشناسی Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-1161364857352252072006-10-19T22:20:00.000+02:002006-10-22T20:19:40.476+02:00Sleep or aware? خواب يا بيداریThere will be enough time to sleep when we leave this world, why do you ask me to sleep when I am beside you?ما آدمها وقتی که زندگی را ترک کنيم زمان زيادی برای خوابيدن خواهيم داشت. پس چرا هنگامی که با تو هستم می گويی بخواب؟Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-1160992339066502152006-10-15T07:59:00.000+02:002006-10-16T12:02:53.260+02:00RebirthIt is hard to breathe when I think what happened?Yes, some days -like our birthdays- are special but there is a unique day when "Love" gives you another birth!And I've got a new life with you. That is unique!بعضی روزا توی زندگی آدمها خيلی مهمه ولی روزهايی هم هستند که ارزش غيرقابل شمارشی دارند.روزی که بدنيا می يايم روز کم اهميتی نيست ولی روزی که عشق به آدم زندگی دوباره ای می ده شايد برترين روز Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-1159812995841331912006-10-02T19:54:00.000+02:002006-10-02T21:22:18.943+02:00Equality, dear equality!Maybe you do not know but Persian language does not have different pronouns for HE and SHE we simply call "Ow" (او) to anyone.I found out after researches, there is no other language in the world like this, I had 2 ideas:- either the language is not advanced?(This case has been canceled because there are so many details in this language that proves it is impossible to be forgotten!)- or there wasAzadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-1154458743487687962006-08-01T20:57:00.000+02:002006-08-01T21:16:09.996+02:00بازگشترازقی پرپر شدباغ در چله نشستتو به خاک افتادیکمر عشق شکستما نشستيم و تماشا کرديمAzadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-73121487965457856892006-01-04T21:14:00.001+01:002010-01-04T12:07:56.589+01:00To my beloved fatherپدر آن تيشه که بر خاک تو زد دست اجلتيشه ای بود که شد باعث ويرانی منای اهورا مزدا، تو ميدانی که مرگ عزيزی شادی تابناک خانه را رو به خاموشی برده و ما را در چاه اندوه افکنده است. ما برای آرامش درد جانگداز از دست دادن او تنها به تو اميدواريم. ياد و خاطر او هرگز از ما دور نخواهد شد ولی به اين انديشه ميکنيم که با تو و در پناه تو و با گذر زمان، شايد اين درد جانفرسا اندکی کاهش يابد. هرچند ابرهای اندوه برAzadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-955791462003-06-12T07:36:00.000+02:002003-06-12T07:36:40.260+02:00News from Belgium: Iranian asylum seekers on hunger strike.
[ expatica]Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-954031042003-06-07T11:31:00.000+02:002006-10-02T21:38:53.150+02:00What do you think about The work of God ? by GuardianAzadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-952751162003-06-04T10:06:00.000+02:002006-10-02T21:42:23.526+02:00What are we?Middle of a night! It is dark-blue, we are watching the shining stars, they are so far and even for reaching to the closest of them, we need to go and go for six months, 400 million km, imagine! This one is our neighbor, Mars.So look at the others, how many stars do we have? Numerous! If we compare our earth with whole of the other stars;What is our poor little planet? Nothing!And what am I in Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-947831932003-05-23T14:56:00.000+02:002003-06-03T22:00:21.000+02:00BlogTalk
A European Conference on Weblogs! Click here
Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-946460942003-05-20T21:01:00.000+02:002003-05-20T21:24:36.000+02:00Charter of the Rights of Nations by Cyrus the great, Inscribed on a clay cylinder in cuneiform
discovered in 1879 now in The British Museum, London:
" I am Cyrus, king of the world, great king, mighty king, king of Babylon, king of the land of Sumer and Akkad, king of the four quarters, son of Cambyses, great king of Anshan, descendant of Teispes, progeny of an unending royal line, whose rule BelAzadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-942108442003-05-12T18:33:00.000+02:002003-05-12T18:33:16.753+02:00Iran steps up net censorship
The Iranian press said a list of 15,000 sites had been drawn up by the government and sent to internet service providers. [ more on bbc]Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-941005182003-05-10T14:05:00.000+02:002003-05-11T11:32:43.000+02:00Why Iranian government respects to the "human rights"?
Ibrahim Nabavi [PR], Iranian writer and journalist who recently wrote to the president against sending Iranian weblogger and journalist to the jail ( just for writing to the president, you may go to the jail there!), posted a new comic article. I have translated it for you. His website is in Persian language:
We know that "human rights" is Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-940767612003-05-10T00:21:00.000+02:002003-05-10T00:26:33.000+02:00A bad time for logging!
The dried burning eyes need some tears to be wet!
"Il y a trop de gens qui t'aiment
Et tu ne me vois pas
Je ne sortirai pas indemne
De cet amour avec toi
Il y a trop de gens qui t'aiment
Qui tournent autour de toi
Tous les mots d'amour
Que je sème tu ne les entends pas...."
(Christian Vie)
Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-936632282003-05-02T19:54:00.000+02:002003-05-04T18:14:26.000+02:00Christiane Amanpour
Born: 1958
BirthPlace: London
She is an Iranian origin CNN's chief international correspondent based in London. She was a Goldsmith Career Award winner for Excellence in Journalism. She was named the "1994 Woman of the Year" by the New York Chapter of Women in Cable and Telecommunications.
She is an honour for Iranian but the Iranian government refused to grant a visa to her Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-932920252003-04-26T14:05:00.000+02:002006-10-02T21:51:01.616+02:00French Foreign Minister Dominique de Villepin in TehranFrench Foreign Minister Dominique de Villepin in Tehran and his sweet dreams [ VOA ]As a saying welcome him, "Iran has freed five Jewish prisoners convicted of spying for Israel. Mr. de Villepin welcomed the prisoners' release, saying it is in line with Iran's efforts to improve its human rights record."But he knows very well in Iran there is no freedom for Eating, Drinking, Dressing, Writing, Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-928000952003-04-17T23:15:00.000+02:002003-04-17T23:15:15.250+02:00Surprised!
Special unrighteous Judge for [anti] Journalism, Saeed MORTAZAVI, who made void hundreds newspapers, send to the jail and made unemployed thousands journalists in Iran, is going to Canada for studying by an Iranian government scholarship!
The students, journalists and free men in Iran believed and announced to the Canadian government that accepting this man - who is a clear sign of Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-925366972003-04-13T20:57:00.000+02:002003-04-13T21:01:57.000+02:00Chemistry...
About 1000 years ago, some people thought that there is a material named KIMIYA (Elixir) that can convert copper to gold and some educated greedy guys were working and mixing a lot of strange things together in order to find this magic KIMIYA and one of them became blind because of dangerous mixture’s smoke!
He went to his doctor and asked for treatment and the doctor, of course, Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-923712752003-04-10T19:19:00.000+02:002003-04-10T19:19:59.700+02:00Poor Things
I censor, because I'm poor!
Ehsan, a Tehran-based Bloggers writes that some Iranian ISPs have banned users to access Nedstat, a free stats server that bloggers use to track the number of their visitors. They get the following message:
Access to this web page is restricted at this time.
Reason:
Forbidden, this page (http://www.nedstatbasic.net/) is categorized as: Sex.
Generated MonAzadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-920786812003-04-06T09:21:00.000+02:002003-04-06T18:52:41.000+02:00Why so?!
In commemoration of Imam Ali's martyrdom, the 19th day of the month of Ramadan began five days of mourning for Shi'a Muslims. On the first day of mourning, Tehran residents woke up to black cloths hanging over several movie billboards. This year was different in that only the women's faces were concealed. In past years, the entire billboards were covered.
The girl before covering:
Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-920503592003-04-05T20:42:00.000+02:002003-04-06T09:21:37.000+02:00Do you know that ...
Andre Agassi was born April 29, 1970 in Las Vegas, Nevada. His Iranian-born father Mike Agassi was an Olympic boxer in 1948 and 1952. Andre, the youngest of 4 children, was deemed a tennis prodigy at age three. [ More ...]
Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-919854042003-04-04T17:14:00.000+02:002003-04-06T09:20:27.000+02:00Kaveh GOLESTAN, a CameraMAN from Iran
He was a Pulitzer-prize winning freelance Iranian cameraman who was working for the BBC in northern Iraq. He has been killed after stepping on a landmine. [more...]
With sincere condolences for his family and friends.Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-919261712003-04-03T19:52:00.000+02:002006-10-02T21:54:34.866+02:00Tehran: a new look in spring.The tower with 45m height is called Azadi (Shahyad).Damavand, the peak with 5671m height is the highest point in Iran about 66 km east Tehran, a dead volcano.Picture source:[ ISNA ]Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-917027752003-03-31T13:55:00.000+02:002003-03-31T14:35:07.000+02:0013 Bedar (Sizdah Bedar)
On the thirteenth day of the Norooz (Persian New Year), It's the celebration that also marks the end of the Norooz holiday on which everybody goes out and spend a great day outdoors in the nature together with friends and family. It can be translated as "getting rid of thirteen" which traditionally is considered a number bringing the bad luck!
A ritual performed at the endAzadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-915362822003-03-28T10:17:00.000+01:002003-03-28T10:17:42.000+01:00Again The War in Iraq !
We are very much sorry for it and we know that war is very much bad but, we know also that Saddam Hussein is much worse and more terrible than War!
Do you know that the number of the people who are dieing in this war is even less than the people whom he killed just one night in Halabcheh, 1988 ?Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-911736372003-03-22T11:01:00.000+01:002003-03-22T11:01:48.840+01:00Happy Norooz!
Spring is a new movement, a new refreshing time to find out and renew ourself better as nature is refreshing.
Happy this wonderful time, Happy Norooz(Persian new year)Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-911143972003-03-21T10:26:00.000+01:002003-03-22T10:59:37.000+01:00Dear George W. Bush,
Thank you very much for your Norooz Greeting message
I hope you will respect the entire world, forever!
Best wishes for you, Laura, your families and your relatives and friends in IRAQ.
Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-910074982003-03-19T20:19:00.000+01:002003-03-19T20:31:47.000+01:00The Problem is not ours in fact!
But we have been teached to feel and suffer the others pain as ours. Is it a problem in your opinion sir?Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-908477652003-03-17T11:19:00.000+01:002003-03-19T20:16:30.000+01:002 different sides Mazdaism in Action
In Mazdaism (the life based on wisdom) the creatures are in 2 sides:
1- Ahura Mazda's (A wise creature)
2- Ahriman’s (the being that is in Ignorance, does not like / does not know / cannot Think)
One of the specifications of the people who are with Ahriman (in ignorance) is that they will be your friends very fast and easily, but they do not respect to you andAzadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-908062102003-03-16T16:50:00.000+01:002003-03-17T09:59:12.000+01:00The fire of war! YES or NO??
Of course it is terrible! Killing innocent children and adults is not a good idea at all but now, maybe you do not know the situation in the countries that people have no right to think, to talk, to write, to eat, to drink, to wear, to watch and everything is forbidden, it is hundred times worse than killing them.
There, they have no one to protect them and provide Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-907584442003-03-15T12:39:00.000+01:002003-03-28T10:19:27.000+01:00Ushta! (May Happiness be to you)
The Persian new year (Norooz) is coming.
The first day of spring (21/03/2003), when we have a lot of sun, flowers, birds' songs and it makes pleasure and happiness for us, our ancestors made the most splendid celebration of the year, "Norooz" that means "a new day".
Ok, so what we do in these times?
The base of Persian life philosophy is Happiness for all creatureAzadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-905774662003-03-12T10:16:00.000+01:002003-03-14T18:46:18.000+01:00A littel old but still it is useful to read:
Iran lifts press ban by Guardian [ Click here ]
[ And More ]Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-903953942003-03-09T11:00:00.000+01:002003-03-10T17:43:26.000+01:00Another Difference
You know the Pyramids that were made by slaves in Egypt!
Aproximately in the same ages, Iranian were developing themeselves by Cyrus the Great and they made the same palaces but not by slaves, by paid workers and still there are scripts over stones that describe the bills for each worker and his/her name! Of course, they wrote the bills for us to prove that they had no slaveAzadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-903938142003-03-09T09:47:00.000+01:002003-03-09T20:28:15.000+01:00Political Crime?!
In Iran, under international pressure, the assembly tried to create a law against arresting people because of their political idea (and you have heard it a lot, everywhere!) but there is a small, private non-elected assembly over it that refused to prove it and they told: "Everybody who is against us, is a atheist and must be killed" (and you have never heard this part, anywhereAzadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-903268652003-03-08T00:08:00.000+01:002006-08-01T21:48:53.746+02:00Happy Woman's Day, we guys respect you :)that is it :)Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-903073682003-03-07T17:28:00.000+01:002006-08-01T21:47:42.576+02:00Best FriendNow, we will talk more about Ahura Mazda (the power of thinking) and we will find that it is really our best friend in this world.Once I have asked a friend’s help, he wanted really to do, but he could not! I would not like to push the others to do something, even if I am sure it could be done by pushing, but I won’t!He was so curious to do this in each case, but I refused!He asked: ”What are youAzadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-902033262003-03-06T00:40:00.000+01:002003-03-07T17:29:45.000+01:00The difference
You know a bird that was born in a cage and lives there, has no idea about the others life and situation, but you have to know it too: the people who are born outside the cage and never have been there, also have no idea about the cage...Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-901419502003-03-05T01:04:00.000+01:002003-03-06T18:55:57.000+01:00Today, I have had a meeting together with an organization that helps ladies when they have social / general problem(s). We have talked about Zoroaster and Mazdaism, they became very much interested to know more about this philosophy (Mazdaism) that is based on Ahura Mazda (the power of thinking, in order to recognizing 2 opposite things eg. Bad and Good), But, the problem that I can solve for Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5125974.post-901038492003-03-04T10:34:00.002+01:002010-03-24T17:03:30.196+01:00Who am I?Here, you will find a Persian guy from Iran who talks about Life, people and world, although he is an IT (Information Technology) specialist!I am an Iranian outside Iran who likes to know more and share his experiences with the others.Of course, the life is too complicated to talk about, but I will try to make myself to find out the reality of my own life.From Zoroaster I learned to be Happy + Azadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956774621560543901noreply@blogger.com