<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23204507</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:23:29.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get ready to visit .....Persian Girls!!...Welcome!</title><subtitle type='html'>God is Ahuramazda who created this earth, who created happiness for man, who made Darius king, the one king of many kings, the one commander of many commanders, I am Darius the great king, the king of kings, the king of countries, having many kinds of human beings, the king in this great earth far and wide,the son of Hystaspes, an achaemenian.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Persian girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00113712786514523816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Image(041).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23204507.post-8061277426121917445</id><published>2007-07-11T05:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T05:12:41.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's really interesting to see how some people try to get revenge from you about what has happened to them while you had nothing to do with it!!! as long as they have power over you,they do whatever one can imagine to make others believe that hey I'm higher..hey,you are nobody....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;unfortunately this semester,we faced a typical example of such a person...she was our critic professor...she was young and was experiencing her first time of university teaching!!!! believe it or not,we became her puppets,a laboratory to examine what is good and what is not..this course was really important to all of us,as literature is above all being able to criticize what you read!!!! anyway, time passed and exam time arrived!!! it was our second exam,we all were very stressful..I myself was dying...the exam was at 10...we were all in the class waiting for this lady to come, starring at the door,listening to footsteps..nothing,nothing,nothing...she wasn't coming!!! the stress was that much that all the time I was shouting at everyone...at 12,our dear " RESPONSIBLE" staff came and asked us to sit in the class again for the exam...I was angry to death,because I'd already lost my tour-leader final exam after waiting for it so long!!! we weren't in good positions..we all were wrecked inside..so we refused,we asked them to rearrange another day and time for the exam...and the funny thing!!! the funny thing was that we were sentenced in this event,that all has happened is because of us,but we couldn't see any relation and this made us become soooooo angry,kinda mad!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway,after a long time,nearly 4 hours shouting,crying and even begging,they changed the day!!! it was our last exam,and we all did study very much..the book was extremely hard,but we said nothing and studied it...the questions were truly weird,very uncountably hard..but we again answered..I knew I had passed it..I was sure about it...BUT today I can say that as far as I know 10 students,including me, have been failed, and the others are all 10,11,or 12!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It can be a record in the university!!! we all are shocked and angry to death..that how can a person be this much selfish and bad mannered,acting like this even as a professor in the university...besides,we see how the staff are all on her side,trying to hammer all of us!!!this is how it always been,students in the university are considered nothing but as sheep!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;now dear Mrs. Marrandi, I'm asking you..WHY? what have we done? why aren't you on our side,trying to help us..make us calm???? I myself never ever imagined myself failing any course..you know me, you know all of us...we all are down..no trust in you nor the staff...how are you gonna make it? hammering us more?..or..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23204507-8061277426121917445?l=persiangirlss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/feeds/8061277426121917445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23204507&amp;postID=8061277426121917445' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/8061277426121917445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/8061277426121917445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-really-interesting-to-see-how-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Persian girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00113712786514523816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Image(041).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23204507.post-9062889385687374218</id><published>2007-07-03T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T07:33:32.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;    sometimes we face things in life, that you find yourself so weak in bearing all that though it may seem to be very small for others...nearly a month ago i broke up with my boy friend whom I really loved..it was very painful,couldn't really believe that!!! I can really say this, I didn't sleep nor eat in this month!!! I've lost nearly 7 kilogramms, and a little of my confidence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I found myself very weak in a hard situation... so many whys were flying in my head, and there was no answer..I was mad at God for treating me ,who loves him sooooo much ,this much bad!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;     I was near to lose all my faith and hope for living...couldn't understand why a person must be this important for me,when I even know he has no feelings and emotions for me... I felt broken inside, like nothing is left for me...I used to be very proud,not paying attention to any boy...don't really know what happened that I accepted him as my boyfriend,and what happened that I fell in love with him... my friends really couldn't believe it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wanted to prove myself somethings,that I failed..now I'm afraid to take any step,in any way!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;     it's very bad to find your self this weak!!! I can claim easily that I'm a very successful girl, studying my favorite major,working,playing violin,being a tour guide!!! everything is ok except this weird feelings inside,that is hurting me so much!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I dont love him anymore like I used to..but still sometimes I miss him so badly!!! am not sure if it's normal or not,but am sure of one thing,am gonna be better..life won't wait for me,I must run after it...I just don't get people sometimes,their selfishness,and loveless hearts!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;     they are not bad people but they do others bad without knowing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;now, the only thing I really need is a quiet place,in the middle of nature..with myslef and God!!! I'm really tired of people,their strange acts that I really don't get,their differences which they think they are sure about them while they are not,or they think they are better again while they are not!!! when will they stop this stupidity, I really don't know!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm always smiling at life,its beauty,and unpredictable things in it..but sometimes this smiling is very hard...its beauty fades away many times,and only remains in your heart and mind, people whom are always hopeless,tired and depress have lost that image in their heart and mind...I don't wanna be one of them...so I'll try my best to recover this damaged feelings..I'll try to be me again...mehrnaz will be back soon :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23204507-9062889385687374218?l=persiangirlss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/feeds/9062889385687374218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23204507&amp;postID=9062889385687374218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/9062889385687374218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/9062889385687374218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes-we-face-things-in-life-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Persian girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00113712786514523816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Image(041).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23204507.post-2753824842433895406</id><published>2007-04-17T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T23:57:38.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://newzealandnow.info/media/hello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" height="221" alt="" src="http://newzealandnow.info/media/hello.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;hello everyone!!! can't believe that I'm back again!! well there was a little problem with entering,things were mixed,passwords didn't work, and well all these were truly walking on my nerves :P but anyway,now here I am, with alot of new posts, so many words to say,feel like am exploding :D so hope to see you all here again..   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;                                 so for now...goodbye to you all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23204507-2753824842433895406?l=persiangirlss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/feeds/2753824842433895406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23204507&amp;postID=2753824842433895406' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/2753824842433895406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/2753824842433895406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-everyone-cant-believe-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Persian girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00113712786514523816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Image(041).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23204507.post-116492100804772671</id><published>2006-11-30T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T13:19:15.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kosoof.com/photo/00330-babak-bayat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="278" alt="" src="http://www.kosoof.com/photo/00330-babak-bayat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Babak bayat,Iranian film composer, passed away 2 days ago,but he's still alive and he dances in his music..God bless him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salute to you sir! salute! You kept us alive for manynights and days. Your music was one major aspiration of playing piano for me. Still whenever I take the time to sit and touch the keyboard, the flow of your chords are sensible in my hands. I remember how much we talked with my other friends about your magical skill of writing unique and memorable melodies. And a few months ago, when I was searching in the pile of cassettes and CDs in musicstore of Tehran, I suddenly found one great collection that I wanted for years: A collection of film music by Babak Bayat.&lt;br /&gt;For many of us, it started with "khoroos zari, piranpari". The songs and whole story line was unique and certainly shaped many of the metaphorical concepts in my mind. And then, you came with "Soltaan o shabaan".That magical mixture of sadness and joyful and dreamy music. That music became the sound track of my life for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Then, We listened "Sokoot Sarshaar az naagoftehaast"with the warm voice of the great Shamlou. Your typical small string orchestra with strong hits of the cello and the rain drops of the piano of Andrea Arezoomanian. That music, that poetry and that voice:How to put that joy in words?!&lt;br /&gt;We the young travelers of an unstable land, took all our hopes and dreams and our ideals to the dark rooms of cinemas. We sat there, laughed and cried and learned about love and life. Iranian cinema became our window to our ideals and dreams. And your beautiful music massaged our joy of that silver screen: Shayad Vaghti Digar, Aroos, Noghte Zaf, Kashti Anjelika,Pardeh Akhar, Mosaferaan.... Then there was "Piroozidar Chicago", when for the first time we heard the magical sound of "Saxophone" on the streets of Tehran.We walked home, humming your music after a memorable night of our life with a hope that our country might get closer to our utopia. It was certainly a nice dream.&lt;br /&gt;Salute to you sir. Salute to you and a few others who kept that dream live for us. Be Dorood. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taken from the site : &lt;a href="http://www.kosoof.com"&gt;www.kosoof.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23204507-116492100804772671?l=persiangirlss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/feeds/116492100804772671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23204507&amp;postID=116492100804772671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/116492100804772671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/116492100804772671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/2006/11/babak-bayatiranian-film-composer.html' title=''/><author><name>Persian girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00113712786514523816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Image(041).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23204507.post-115895286816705514</id><published>2006-09-22T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T06:34:28.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.siliconiran.com/women/women_profiles/image/ansari2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.siliconiran.com/women/women_profiles/image/ansari2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;women pride!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/AA04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/320/AA04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.siliconiran.com/women/index.shtml"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" height="244" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/320/AA07.jpg" width="369" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Words can't describe how we feel, so we let you feel our feelings yourself!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.siliconiran.com/women/index.shtml"&gt;women pride 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nipoc.org/community_events.htm"&gt;women pride 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23204507-115895286816705514?l=persiangirlss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/feeds/115895286816705514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23204507&amp;postID=115895286816705514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/115895286816705514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/115895286816705514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/2006/09/women-pride-words-cant-describe-how-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Persian girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00113712786514523816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Image(041).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23204507.post-115555551436802927</id><published>2006-08-14T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T04:28:40.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Today I was checking my mails, that I saw a strange name among the mails,which I've never seen before..I usually don't open such mails, but today I'm happy I did..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The mail was named : When bad things happen!!!   and well as recently some very very bad things have happened to me like an incredible high telephone bill, and my grand ma' s heart operation,etc, so I just clicked on it...the text was so nice and it made me feel so calm and relax..I just knew them all but this mail was like a bell ringing and waking me up..I just saw that I was again forgetting something really big and that is GOD!!!! I always say that GOD is always in my mind and with me, but when bad things happen I just usually say : Oh GOD I need to talk you!!! what in heaven's name I've done to you that you are doin' this to me!!!!?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;But this mail helped me again see my position, and see the positive side..It's a really simple text but for me it was a waking call..hope you enjoy reading it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/EditedphotoWhyMe_275_275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 219px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/320/EditedphotoWhyMe_275_275.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;when bad things happen!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;August 8, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.purposedrivenlife.com/sendtoafrienddevo.aspx?articleid=71" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;When Bad Things Happen by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;John Fischer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;When bad things happen to good people we can be assured that this is God, out to make good people better.There are so many things in life that make us cry, “Why?” “Why me?” “Why now?” I don’t think we are capable of knowing all the answers to these questions. Our lives fit into a vast and complicated tapestry that only God could unravel, because he’s the one making it. There are things that happen in our lives that are tied in an intricate domino effect to something else happening somewhere else that we may never realize in this life. I’ve heard of enough bizarre connections to know this is happening a lot more than we realize. Chalk it up to God’s amazing creativity as he weaves his will into the events of the world.&lt;br /&gt;Someone gets sick, goes to the hospital, and ends up leading the person in the next bed to the Lord. Not only this, but huge growth issues were established in both of their lives when this happened, and this started a chain of events still going on today. And we want to ask “Why?” I have a feeling God might say, “You don’t have time for that answer. Besides, you haven’t lived long enough to see the end of it. Sorry, but I could never explain it all to you. You just have to trust me.”&lt;br /&gt;Our job is to look at what happens in our lives and learn from what God is trying to teach us. There are no mistakes here. God doesn’t go, “Whoops!” or to the angels: “OK, what went wrong here? Which one of you guys had Fischer this time?”&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the truth of the matter: “And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them.” (Romans 8:28 NLT) Which is another way of saying that God’s purpose is in everything that you and I go through, whether we are able to see it or not. And that purpose is producing something good in and through our lives, no matter what happens. Do you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;We all have things in our lives in which it is hard – almost impossible – to see God’s purpose. That doesn’t mean anything except that we are shortsighted and short on faith sometimes. That’s when we need to keep on believing and knowing that God is working things out for the best.&lt;br /&gt;What about you? Is something bad happening to you right now? Think back on a time when you felt like this about something that you now see God had a purpose in, and believe that he is at work, doing the same redemptive act with what you can’t see right now and believe. Don’t stop believing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so please all you dear friends that read this article, tell me if you feel the same way I did or it's something not that big or whatever..I can't wait to read your comments!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23204507-115555551436802927?l=persiangirlss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/feeds/115555551436802927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23204507&amp;postID=115555551436802927' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/115555551436802927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/115555551436802927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-i-was-checking-my-mails-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Persian girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00113712786514523816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Image(041).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23204507.post-115464045475548838</id><published>2006-08-03T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T14:27:34.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I was chatting with this very good friend of mine from England, that he sent me this nice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;picture..It really did make me say WOW!!!!! so without wasting the time, I just decided to share&lt;/span&gt; that with you all..hope you enjoy seeing it as I did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/dan%20%2855%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/320/dan%20%2855%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23204507-115464045475548838?l=persiangirlss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/feeds/115464045475548838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23204507&amp;postID=115464045475548838' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/115464045475548838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/115464045475548838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-was-chatting-with-this-very-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Persian girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00113712786514523816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Image(041).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23204507.post-115222085954074970</id><published>2006-07-06T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T07:22:55.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I was talking to a very good friend of mine, and thankfully he reminded me that today 6th of july is "world tibet day",which is about the struggles they had(and have) for freedom,and being independent from china..here it is the things this dear friend sent to me,as I myself had no enough information about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="'" href="http://www.quotedb.com/quotes/1535" target="_blank"&gt;"Freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed." &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Martin Luther King Jr." href="http://www.quotedb.com/authors/martin-luther-king-jr" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="'" href="http://www.quotedb.com/quotes/3657" target="_blank"&gt;"The jaws of power are always open to devour, and her arm is always stretched out, if possible, to destroy the freedom of thinking, speaking, and writing." &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;John Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="'" href="http://www.quotedb.com/quotes/3218" target="_blank"&gt;"I believe the highest aspiration of man should be individual freedom and the development of &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="'" href="http://www.quotedb.com/quotes/3218" target="_blank"&gt;he individual." &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Ronald Reagan" href="http://www.quotedb.com/authors/ronald-reagan" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ronald Reagan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Many people in the world do not know that Tibet was once an independent country but is now under Chinese occupation. The people of Tibet are living under oppression of the Chinese authorities for more than 60 years and the world has not heeded Tibetan's cry or supported its struggle for independence whole heartedly. This is the time we all can express our sympathy and support to the people of Tibet as individuals and declare our moral support to them. This is what we can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Tibet 's Government in Exile website over 1.2 million Tibetans have died as a direct result of the Chinese invasion and occupation of Tibet . Today, it is hard to come across a Tibetan family that has not had at least one member imprisoned or killed by the Chinese regime. Under Chinese invasion the whole of Tibet has been turned into a vast network of prisons and labor camps. There are reports that China even resorted to massacre of prisoners to keep the prison population within manageable limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big corporations like &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yahoo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Microsoft&lt;/span&gt; bowed to the pressures of Chinese government and censor search results so that information like Tiananmen Square massacre will not be accessible to the people of China. They block out information about Democracy and human rights. Tibetans don't want to live under Chinese dictatorial communist government. They want freedom, they want Democracy. Please join us to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blog" target="_blank"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; about Tibet on July 6th "World Tibet Day" which is the birthday of the Dalai Lama. We urge the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blogging" target="_blank"&gt;blogging&lt;/a&gt; world to declare it as "Bloggers for Tibet Day". Please spread the word and blog about Tibet on July 6th. Let us create a momentum for freedom of Tibet as never before. If you don't have a blog please visit us to know more about the struggles of Tibetans and see if you can help in any other ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have set up a blog at &lt;a href="http://voiceofambition.com/Tibet" target="_blank"&gt;blog.friendsoftibet[AT]gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; . You can write articles to be published at this blog. If you don't have time you can send us links to good articles about Tibet and provide us any information that can further the cause of freedom of Tibet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;voice of ambition team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23204507-115222085954074970?l=persiangirlss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/feeds/115222085954074970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23204507&amp;postID=115222085954074970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/115222085954074970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/115222085954074970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-night-i-was-talking-to-very-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Persian girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00113712786514523816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Image(041).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23204507.post-115074984899012347</id><published>2006-06-19T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T06:51:44.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/e1.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Euthanasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Who would judge What?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There are at least 2 news about this in papers everyday” a friend said. It’s shocking and also thoughtful thing to hear!!! The pressure on doctors, patients, and their families is so noticeable!!! It made us think that so what is Euthanasi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/e1.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/200/e1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/e1.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;a everyone is talking about now? And what happens that a patient or his family claim for it? Euthanasia (or in another word “&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;mercy killing&lt;/span&gt;”) is when the patient has a fatal disease, and with no doubt this disease will lead the patient to a painful death!!! There is nothing doctors can do, nor treatment, neither relieving the pain even by sedatives or Opiodes!!! Mostly it happens when the patient is in such a bad condition that by doing Euthanasia he can be relieved from pain and have an easier death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Euthanasia have received some sensational press around the world, and is discussed a lot for being able to decide if it’s a good decision or not, and are we allowed to do it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/euthanasia.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we believe that there is no way to be sure that it’s for or against moral, and should or should not be done!!! As we can never be in that patient’s shoes, or even his family, to see what kind of pressure they are enduring. We thought that maybe the best way to see exactly what is happening to these people was to go through what they’ve gone by listening and looking at them. So we found two cases, one Persian, the other an American one. But totally different from how they look to this, and even how they look to their handicapped, retardate children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1-“Life is a battlefield”!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Maryam is 30 now, and is living with her parents, those who have dedicated their life for just raising her and seeing her comfortable and happy (they also have a son who is married now and have 2 sons too.). She hardly can talk, and the only thing you can hear is single sounds, no words at all. She tries to ask for what she needs by pointing and her body gestures. One can hardly understand how someone can dedicate her/his life and raising a girl that actually even don’t understand more than a 1 year-old one!! Maybe even it seems useless, as beside for example maryam’s life her parent’s life was destroyed too. So we asked her mother how come this can ever happen. And how hard life is for them now, and it was the answers that surprised us from head to toe!!!&lt;br /&gt;She never denied that it is hard to have a mentally and physically retarded daughter, but the way she looked at difficulties was different. She believed that maryam is th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/euthanasia.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/200/euthanasia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;e mercy she always wanted in her life and that she is the light that is shining on them, and help them survive and be strong. She said that since they have maryam, everything is changed, but in a good way. She thinks that now she sees things better and think about things more, and maryam has even helped her to have more faith in God and have more confidence about her life in this and the other world both. Respecting maryam is so important in the family and they expect others to respect her as well. No one there look at her like she does maybe not understand, but she is treated exactly like a 30 year old girl. She believes that whatever others may think, having maryam beside her is 100% better than not having her there, and if by any accident something happens to maryam, she is not going to forgive herself for that, cause she has no different look to maryam than a mother does to her child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2-“God please deliver us from pain”!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Last year an American father killed her 4 year old mentally retarded daughter by gas. He was then sentenc&lt;a href="http://api7.com/images/euthanasia-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand" height="187" alt="" src="http://api7.com/images/euthanasia-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ed to 14 years in prison for this crime, but then everyone started to think and talk that maybe he really didn’t do something wrong. As he said in the court his family was going to be destroyed. They were all suffering badly from depression and there was no happy moment in their life. He, his wife and son all were hurting, and there was no way to survive. So one day that his wife was out, he just decided to deliver his family from pain. He said that he knew that his daughter was hurting too, and all those treatments could just help her for some hours and again after that it was pain and pain!!! So the best way was what he did, and God knows no one likes to kill his child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By studying these two different cases, one really should think that now is Euthanasia right or not!!! We still can’t say that firmly, as only God knows how hard it is to have a child like that, but some questions came in to our mind that we like to share them with you.&lt;br /&gt;We wondered if Euthanasia is delivering the patient from pain and help her/him to have an easier death, or it’s about us and delivering ourselves from that pressure we are under, and help ourselves to feel life again? We also wondered how in heaven’s name we can understand that a little child is suffering from pain when he/she can’t even talk, and how we are sure that maybe he/she doesn’t have another world? Because we can never even say what’s happening in a normal person’s life truly, so how we can be sure what’s happening in someone’s life who can’t even talk to us?!&lt;br /&gt;The other thing was the reason for having a baby like this, and it’s still something we can’t talk about. Why really God send a child like this to a family? (This question aroused when we faced with a very young, intelligent, handsome young boy’s death because of cancer, and he died exactly a month later they found this, but for example maryam is still living though she has such deep problems!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can’t say that all the families should do what maryam’s family do, or do what that American family did, because it’s not possible to talk about such things when we can not understand even a bit of what they are suffering from. We don’t judge, but still sometimes we think that maybe if we change the way we look at life, maybe how we look to such a thing changes too. And maybe we never see them the reasons why we don’t feel happy any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;here there is a comment of one of our visitors:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hello Persian Girls. I am a friend of your professor, Susan Marandi. I am from Canada, and I know Dr. Marandi from our online group, the WebHeads in Action.Your essay on Euthanasia was very thought-provoking, particularly the point of view from Maryam's mother. I have just finished reading a book about a mother who has cared for her comatose daughter for over 35 years. This mother feels much the same, that it is a blessing to serve her daughter, day and night, and it has only strengthened her faith in God.I work in the medical field, and there are times when medical intervention is pointless, so in a way it is like mercy killing to withhold treatment. But the courts do not usually support aggressive euthanasia.Thank you for writing about this sensitive topic, presenting both sides and your own thoughts. Well done! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23204507-115074984899012347?l=persiangirlss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/feeds/115074984899012347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23204507&amp;postID=115074984899012347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/115074984899012347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/115074984899012347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/2006/06/euthanasia-who-would-judge-what-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Persian girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00113712786514523816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Image(041).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23204507.post-114813944915107579</id><published>2006-05-20T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T08:34:20.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well last week we were given a very very nice story by our simple prose's professor,D.R Ghahremani. the story was very nice as it has very diffrent view to the world we live in! It's about day and night! We never have such point of view about the first days of creation, movement, Gods and day and nights. We really enjoy of that. So we decided to share it with you and know your idea about that:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;any stories ago, when the first Gods_ those who made the world_ were still circling through the night, there were these two other Gods_&lt;br /&gt;IK’al and Votan.&lt;br /&gt;The two were only one. When one was turning himself around, the other would show himself, and when the other one was turning himself around, the first one would show himself. They were opposites. One was light like a may morning at the river. The other was dark like night of cold and cave.&lt;br /&gt;They were the same thing. They were one, these two, because one made the other. But they would not walk themselves, staying there always, these two Gods who were one without moving.&lt;br /&gt;“what should we do then?”the two of them asked.&lt;br /&gt;“life is sad enough as it is” they lamented, the two who were one in staying without moving.&lt;br /&gt;“night never passes” said Ik’al.&lt;br /&gt;“Day never passes” said votan&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s walk” said the one who was two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;“how” asked the one. And they saw thet they had moved a little, first to ask how, then to ask where. The one who was two became very happy when the one saw that they were moving themselves a little. Both of them wanted to move at the same time, but they couldn’t do it themselves.&lt;br /&gt;“how should we do it then?” and one would come round first and then the ot&lt;a href="http://www.cs.utah.edu/~bslantch/mystic/twilight-of-the-gods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.cs.utah.edu/~bslantch/mystic/twilight-of-the-gods.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;her and hey would move just a little bit more and they realized that they could move if one went first, then the other. So they came to an agreement that_ in order to move_ one had to move first, then the other. So they started walking and now no one remembers who started walking first because at the time they were so happy just to be moving…And “who cares who was first since we’re moving now?” said the Gods who were one and the same and they laughed at each other and the first agreement they made was to dance, and they danced, one little step by one, one little step by the other, and they danced for a long time because they were so happy that they had found each other. Then they got tired of so much dancing and they looked for something else to do.&lt;br /&gt;And they saw that the first question was, “ how do we move? And the answer was ‘together but separately and in agreement’ “but that question wasn’t important anymore because they realized that they were already walking and so another question came up when they saw that there were two roads in front of them:&lt;br /&gt;One road was very short and it just got over to there and they could see clearly that this road would end right away and their feet were full of joy from walking that they said right then that the first road was too short and they didn’t want to walk it and so they made an agreement to walk the long road.And they were going to start walking when their answer to choose the long road brought another question_ “ where does this road take us?” they took a long time to think about the answer and the two who were one got the right idea that only by walking the long road were they going to know where the road took them. If they remained there, they were, they were never going to know where the long road leads. the two who were one said to each other:&lt;br /&gt;“so let’s walk it then” and they started walking, first the one and then the other. And only then and there did they realize that it was taking a long time to walk the long road, so another question came up: “ how are we going to walk for such a long time?” and they stayed thinking a good while and then. Ik’al said real clearly that he didn’t know how to walk by day and Votan said that he was afraid to walk at night and they stayed there, crying for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;And when all the walking and hollering was over, they came to an agreement and they saw that it was fine for Ik’al to walk only at night and for Votan to walk only during the day and Ik’al would walk for Votan during the night and that is how they came up with the answer for walking all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Since then the gods have walked with questions and they never stop. They never arrive and they never go away.&lt;br /&gt;This is how the true men and women learned that questions are for walking not for just standing around and doing nothing. And since then, when the true men and women want to walk, they ask questions. When they want to arrive, they take leave. And when they want to leave, they say hello. They are never still.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;As told by subcomandante marcos, Zapatista army for nationa liberation, Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23204507-114813944915107579?l=persiangirlss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/feeds/114813944915107579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23204507&amp;postID=114813944915107579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114813944915107579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114813944915107579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-last-week-we-were-given-very-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Persian girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00113712786514523816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Image(041).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23204507.post-114776602566913463</id><published>2006-05-15T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T01:33:24.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, I don't know about you but we love french language alot,and this causes us to be thirsty of learning something new about it everyday!!&lt;br /&gt;so we met some friends who were studying french and they gave us two beautiful poems to write here..frnech is known as "love language" , so just enjoy and read this beautiful poems..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Le petit optimiste&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://phototravels.net/paris/N0031/paris-eiffel-tower-23.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://phototravels.net/paris/N0031/paris-eiffel-tower-23.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;des le matin j'ai regarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;j'ai regarde par la fenetre:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;j'ai vu passer des enfants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;une heure apres, c'etouent des gens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;une heure apres, des vieillards tremblants.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;comme ils vieillissent vite, pensai-ja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;et moi qui rajeunis a chaque instantt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Air Vif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;j'ai regarde devant moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dans la foule je t'ai vue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;parmi les bles je t'ai vue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Au bont de tous mes voyages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Au fond de tous mes tourments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Au tourna de tous les rires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sortant de l'eau at du feu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;L'ete, L'hiver je t'ai vue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dans ma maison je t'ai vue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;entre mes bras je t'ai vue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dans mes reves je t'ai vue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;je ne te quitterai plus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;paul E'luard(contemporian)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et aussi vous pouvez trouver beaucoup de contes tres interessents sur google_contes/charls perrault........&lt;br /&gt;special thanks to our french friends,and a more special one for zahra arabsorkhi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23204507-114776602566913463?l=persiangirlss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/feeds/114776602566913463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23204507&amp;postID=114776602566913463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114776602566913463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114776602566913463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-i-dont-know-about-you-but-we-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Persian girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00113712786514523816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Image(041).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23204507.post-114771280600770389</id><published>2006-05-15T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T00:57:04.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/f.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/f.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/320/f.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FERDOSI, THE GREAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today, Persians and the world reminisced about the great philosopher Ferdosi. In Tehran University and Ferdosi university in Mashhad , there was conferences in memory of him. That’s a pity we couldn’t participate. But for remembrance of this great man we decided to write some words since we, Persians, owe him our language and culture a lot. May he be ever remembered! And he would …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ferdosi's life&lt;/span&gt;(taken from a site which you can see the address at the end of the article)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ferdosi mentions the exact date for his sixty-third birthday in the Shahnameh. After reconciling the calendar he used with the ones still in use today, it’s been determined that he was born on Friday January 3rd, 940 A.D. (329 A.H., lunar calendar). His birthplace, Bazh, was a village in the neighborhood of Tabaran, the main district of the old city of Tus, in the province of Khorasan, Iran.&lt;br /&gt;His honorific title (konye) is unanimously recorded as Abu’lQassem, which indicates that he had a son named Qassem. His son’s death at a young age grieved the poet immensely. According to Nezami-Aruzi, Ferdosi left behind only a daughter – a high-spirited lady…&lt;br /&gt;For Centuries after the fall of the Sassanian (the last Iranian dynasty overthrown in the Arab invasion of the seventh century A.D.), the dehqans remained pillars of the Iranian community. They endeavored to preserve the memories of the golden days of the perished empire. They upheld the heroic traditions and the cultural heritage of Iran. Consequently, they became the paragons of the Iranian people. The very term dehqan became synonymous with “Iranian”, and the “learned narrator of history and sagas” of Iran. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/ferdositomb.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/320/ferdositomb.0.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferdosi came from this class, the landed nobility. Although his early years are obscure, being the son of a well-to-do squire, he undoubtedly received a high education and a strenuous physical training. The type of education and training which the sons of Iranian nobility would traditionally undergo. It is evident from his masterly creation, the Shahnameh that his educational concentration was on the Persian literature, and the Iranian history &amp; sagas. He learned a great deal about ancient Iran and its heroes, culture, and heritage.&lt;br /&gt;In 360/970, Ferdosi, then thirty years old, was an accomplished poet, married, with a two-year old son. He had a number of celebrated friends; among whom Mansur, the son of Abu Mansur Mohammad Abd-al-Razzaq, occupied a special position. Ferdosi’s life was filled with efforts to learn incessantly and attending the learned gatherings. He had a profound appreciation for beauty, especially natural beauty. This combined with his astonishing imagination made him an artist whose descriptions of the scenes are as colorful, as lively, and as absorbing as the great work of a master painter of the Realism School.&lt;br /&gt;Ferdosi was a tall figure with a lively and optimistic nature. He lived much in the same way, as did his Sassanian ancestors, with prosperity and joy. He enjoyed such pastimes as horseback riding, playing games, feasting and drinking wine, and listening to music and songs. He loved life and all it had to offer. He was courteous, kindhearted, truthful, open-handed, warm, and faithful. He d&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/FerdosiMausoleum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/320/FerdosiMausoleum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;espised prejudice, ignorance, and greed. Ferdosi’s personality is well reflected in his work.&lt;br /&gt;He admired wisdom sincerely. For Ferdosi, “truth” and “wisdom” were the keys to salvation. He emphasized that in moments of defeat and decline, hope must be retained; because old fallen trees can grow anew if their roots are preserved. This is one reason why he wanted to preserve the memories of Iran’s glorious past – which someday it might rise again. It was as if his love for Iran was part of his religion and governed his way of thinking. He idolized Iranian heroes, glorified their ways of life, and defended their traditions with zeal and conviction.&lt;br /&gt;Ferdosi spent his best years pouring his energy and heart into charming, meaningful, and exciting poetry. The Shahnameh is an impressive monument of poetry and historiography; a poetical recast of what Ferdosi and his predecessors regarded as the account of Iran’s history. The singular message that the Shahnameh strives to convey is the idea that the history of Iranshahr was a complete and immutable whole. It started with Gayumarth, the first man, and ended with his fiftieth scion and successor, Yazdegerd III: six thousand years of history. The task of Ferdosi was to prevent this history from losing its connection with the future Iranian generations. Needless to say, he succeeded in a way that no other historian has, either before or after him.&lt;br /&gt;As a man of strong principles, Ferdosi kept the Shahnameh undedicated for a long time. In all the years he was composing the Shahnameh, he had saved it for a royal patron who would recognize the value of such a treasure and would be worthy of receiving it. Such patron would ensure preservation of copies of the Shahnameh, and would help to propagate them throughout Iran.&lt;br /&gt;For more information go to:&lt;a href="http://www.ferdosi.org/WWW/ferdosimain.html"&gt;http://www.ferdosi.org/WWW/ferdosimain.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.farhangsara.com/ferdosi1.htm"&gt;http://www.farhangsara.com/ferdosi1.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ferdowsi"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ferdowsi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23204507-114771280600770389?l=persiangirlss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/feeds/114771280600770389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23204507&amp;postID=114771280600770389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114771280600770389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114771280600770389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/2006/05/ferdosi-great-today-persians-and-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Persian girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00113712786514523816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Image(041).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23204507.post-114689110025756175</id><published>2006-05-05T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T01:37:06.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/map_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/320/map_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/asia.0.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Asia continent is the jewelry of the world, and it has so many undiscovered things even in the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;present centry. So we decided to start traveling through Asia by means of our net-bicycles, to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;see all mysterious places, and cultures,people, and the combination between modern life and old one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We are going to start our imaginary voyage from Tehran/Iran, going to Turkmenistan and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;other countries around,till we reach south korea,china,and Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If you are intersted to be with us in this imaginary tour just contact us in one of the persian links: persian tourism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23204507-114689110025756175?l=persiangirlss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/feeds/114689110025756175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23204507&amp;postID=114689110025756175' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114689110025756175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114689110025756175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/2006/05/asia-continent-is-jewelry-of-world-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Persian girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00113712786514523816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Image(041).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23204507.post-114669475235713522</id><published>2006-05-03T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T23:28:48.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;LIVING LIKE ANIMALS!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no Idea what I wanna write here now, but I'll try my best not to interfere emotions in this article as my goal is to prove something..&lt;br /&gt;just a few days ago I was chatting with an American guy living in London, and he said something that just,emmm,well made me think to do something..It's not an easy thing ofcourse and i definetely need help...I wanna make a blind eye see again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were just talking and chatting about different issues that he started to get in to personal files,that well I didn't like actually...there are some great great differences between cultures,and everyone knows that,but when it comes to action they act like: No way!! you must be kidding me..you mean you don't do this,and that...so I'm gonna put what we talked here,so you can all judge by yourselves...and help me to reveal the truth,and even if that's not important for him,It is for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;before anything, w_forever_love is ME, and well the other one is deffenetly our american friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;robert_h007&lt;/span&gt; : ive seen your country on TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;robert_h007&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:38:14 PM): sorry no offence but animals live like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;w_forever_love&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:38:23 PM): oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;w_forever_love&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:38:25 PM): no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;w_forever_love&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:38:35 PM): u've seen afganistan maybe(in talibans period)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;robert_h007&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:38:41 PM): sorry thats truth and nothing but the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;w_forever_love&lt;/span&gt; :no,u've never been here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;robert_h007&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:38:56 PM): no islamic republic of IRAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;w_forever_love&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:38:57 PM): dont judge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;robert_h007&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:39:07 PM): ive seen enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;w_forever_love&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:39:15 PM): listen i hate such things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;w_forever_love&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:39:21 PM): cause i love my country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;w_forever_love&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:39:24 PM): my people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;w_forever_love&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:39:40 PM): and i wont let any one ,ANYONE talk about them like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;robert_h007&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:39:42 PM): i just said my opinion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;robert_h007&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:39:53 PM): this is freedom of speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;w_forever_love&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:40:05 PM): ok..keep that plz..cause thats bullshit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;robert_h007&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:40:05 PM): and freedom of thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;robert_h007&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:40:14 PM): im totally openminded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;w_forever_love&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:40:14 PM): my country is nicer than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;w_forever_love&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:40:22 PM): yeah i see!!!(backs to "i'm totally open minded)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;robert_h007&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:41:28 PM): m saying my opinon noting else wether you like it or not this is my thought and you hafta respect that eventhough you dont like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;robert_h007&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:41:37 PM): ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;w_forever_love&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:41:46 PM): but u have to see first then talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;w_forever_love&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:42:04 PM): its not true,so what kinda opinion it can be?&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;w_forever_love&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:42:30 PM): how can u judge such an important thing without being sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;w_forever_love&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:42:39 PM): thats what is walking on my nerves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;robert_h007&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:42:44 PM): im sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;robert_h007&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:42:47 PM): ive seen enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;w_forever_love&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:42:53 PM): oh really!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;robert_h007&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:42:56 PM): and you are not the only iranian i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;w_forever_love&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:43:01 PM): good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;robert_h007&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:43:02 PM): whatever it is this is my thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;robert_h007&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:43:22 PM): do you believe in freedom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;w_forever_love&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:43:37 PM): yeah i do..but there are eyes,mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;robert_h007&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:43:59 PM): freedom of thought ,speech,religon and freedom of act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;w_forever_love&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:44:18 PM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;w_forever_love&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:44:23 PM): i do believe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;robert_h007&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:44:35 PM): so this is my mind and you cant change it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;w_forever_love&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:44:37 PM): but its not a small thing u r talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;robert_h007&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:45:23 PM): whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;w_forever_love&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:45:32 PM): i don't wanna change sth that is based on nothing..i mean im offering u to see more,u tell me u've seen enough,so what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;w_forever_love&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:45:45 PM): anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;robert_h007&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:45:55 PM): this is my opinion whether its right or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;robert_h007&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:46:09 PM): what can you show me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;w_forever_love&lt;/span&gt; (4/30/2006 4:46:50 PM): ok,i'll show u things..but not now..cause i gotta go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was our conversation..I'm still sorry for all the bad things I told him,I wasn't really supposed to do so,but it just happened suddenly and because I thought he was a friend,well that just walked on my nerves more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna show him and prove him that he's wrong..and I'm thinking about ways..and I think that I will start with persian Literature..that shows our culture,and history better than anything else,and actually I can talk more about it..but still I need suggestions..&lt;br /&gt;I know what to tell him,but just wanna be sure about the way..It's really important to me and all the other persians..&lt;br /&gt;we will be glad to have your comments here..&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna reflect just the bad points about sth,but now I think It's needed to remember what has happened in the world..and what has been recorded as tragedies in the world,and by WHOM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;you can also have a review of what has happened before, in america (history)...I don't wanna fight but these are nothing but truth.. &lt;a href="http://ns.headroyce.org/~us_history/podegard/paper.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.nativeamericans.com/Custer.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.socialnerve.org/zine/nov2004/shame/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://vilda.alaska.edu/cgi-bin/viewer.exe?CISOROOT=/cdmg21&amp;CISOPTR=2276&amp;amp;CISORESTMP=&amp;amp;CISOVIEWTMP="&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.ah.dcr.state.nc.us/sections/hs/somerset/history-somerset.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://pblmm.k12.ca.us/projects/discrimination/AfricanAmerican/CesarAFRO_SS_Pro/slave4.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://americanrevwar.homestead.com/files/civwar/slavery.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.learner.org/biographyofamerica/prog23/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.threnode.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.armageddononline.net/nuke.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;One of the visitors sent a page which he had in flickr..he has taken so many pictures of tehran/Iran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and I think thats the best way of sharing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/hamed"&gt;DON'T MISS IT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23204507-114669475235713522?l=persiangirlss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/feeds/114669475235713522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23204507&amp;postID=114669475235713522' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114669475235713522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114669475235713522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/2006/05/living-like-animals-i-have-no-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>Persian girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00113712786514523816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Image(041).jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23204507.post-114582193290957511</id><published>2006-04-23T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T22:26:41.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.movieweb.com/news/dvd_boxart/hi/70/670.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;If I divide my life in parts, half of it would be consisted of MOVIES!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I can't imagin a day without watching a movie or two..they are like oxygen to me ...maybe this sounds strange but I've learned alot of things from them,more than any kinda book you imagin,or whatever...so,imagin what a long long list I will present here..hehe..ok,here we go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="193" alt="" src="http://web.upweyhs.vic.edu.au/kla/english/y10/dps/dead_poets_candle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;one of the movies I love to talk about is "&lt;a href="http://www.faculty.frostburg.edu/phil/forum/DeadPoets.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dead poets society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;the very first time, I saw this film in the university with one of my frineds...after that we were like:noooooo,noooooooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;we honestly couldn't control our emotions,and we both were near to tears..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;later after watching that at home nearly for a thousand times,nothing changed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;every time i had that deep feelings,even deeper...each time the desire to meet a M.R Keating &lt;a href="http://faculty.frostburg.edu/phil/forum/deadpoetsalt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand" height="190" alt="" src="http://faculty.frostburg.edu/phil/forum/deadpoetsalt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;grew and became stronger...the characters were&lt;a href="http://media.movieweb.com/news/dvd_boxart/hi/70/670.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; incredibly touchable...It was like I was every each of them,I was neil perry,or todd anderson,or charlie,etc, and feeling what is happening inside of them was really easy to undersatnd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Looking at world differently,and finding the real "ME" was things I learned...I truly did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;this movie with its great great actors(Robbin Williams,Ethan Hawk,etc) is a master piece and one of those I never get tired of watching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;If you still haven't seen it,well just don't waste the time go and watch,or you'll miss alot of thingsss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;just as an advice:try to see "YOU" in the movie..try to find your own position and that is not easy..but by the time you do this,you are in the process of knowing yourself...this movie is a great help,at least it was for me...soooooo.....just watch it..watch it...watch it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;for more information about the film just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0097165/"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23204507-114582193290957511?l=persiangirlss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/feeds/114582193290957511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23204507&amp;postID=114582193290957511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114582193290957511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114582193290957511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-i-divide-my-life-in-parts-half-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Persian girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00113712786514523816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Image(041).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23204507.post-114534665077319460</id><published>2006-04-18T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T01:06:15.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Must-seen Movies!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.pqdvd.com/images/pqdvd_ipod_boxshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="285" alt="" src="http://www.pqdvd.com/images/pqdvd_ipod_boxshot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Movies,movies,movies,they are the best features that reflect human life,even more than novels,or short stories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so.we decided to open a blog for criticising and writing comments about master pieces...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;we also will introduce some movie sites,where you can get more information about the films you are interested in,and even buy them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filmsara.com"&gt;filmsara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23204507-114534665077319460?l=persiangirlss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/feeds/114534665077319460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23204507&amp;postID=114534665077319460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114534665077319460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114534665077319460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/2006/04/must-seen-movies-moviesmoviesmoviesthe.html' title=''/><author><name>Persian girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00113712786514523816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Image(041).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23204507.post-114504791563763242</id><published>2006-04-14T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T14:08:52.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.danbrown.com/meet_dan/gallery/images/large/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.danbrown.com/meet_dan/gallery/images/large/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Today is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.danbrown.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dan Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'s turn..He is my favoutite author now!!&lt;br /&gt;I think we can hardly find people who don't know him after writing"The Da vici code"..&lt;br /&gt;This book is inspiring,it just made me feel like:oh god...&lt;br /&gt;while reading the book i couldn't even put it down for a second. I had things to study for the university,but i just said: no problem,university is there,it's not gonna escape,just read it..don't put it down..&lt;br /&gt;I remember reading the book even in the bus while going back home from university,though reading in a car or bus makes me feel so sick!!..&lt;br /&gt;the fact that I didn't finish it in a day was that I was like: what should I do after finishing it?:P&lt;br /&gt;but well I did,and after 2 months i'm still dreaming and thinking about it..Just really can't wait to see the movie that is coming out 33 days later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure but a friend said that he had some problems after publishing the book for months,but now things are going on well..&lt;br /&gt;I believe that we can bravely call him one of the most talented post-modern writers..I just love the style and everything...&lt;br /&gt;we couldn't contact him till now,but we wanna ask him to visit our weblog,as we both are his biggest fans ever..by the time we do that,we'll tell you all guys ,that maybe we can have an interview with him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,if you are one of those that still hasn't bought the book,or read it,don't waste the time..you won't regret.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23204507-114504791563763242?l=persiangirlss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/feeds/114504791563763242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23204507&amp;postID=114504791563763242' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114504791563763242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114504791563763242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-is-dan-browns-turn.html' title=''/><author><name>Persian girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00113712786514523816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Image(041).jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23204507.post-114460946533030831</id><published>2006-04-09T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T10:09:28.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.salzburgseminar.org/temp/715DIRECTORYPHOTO98522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.salzburgseminar.org/temp/715DIRECTORYPHOTO98522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;METTING MUNIR FASHEH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Today,april 10,2006, we met D.R Munir Fasheh in the university..You may not know him,but we(English literature students) were all so excited as we used to read his articles in our classes..He looked so friendly and warm,like all the layers that are now around people,that we can't talk even a word with eachother,were broken in him...HE talked about so many things,from the problems he used to have in Palestine to the modern world,and whats happening to the nations..&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a very deep sentence caused us to lose what he was saying next!!!..HE talked about free thoughts,acts,etc..that we should free ourselves from FREE CHOICE! yes we agree strange sentence,but what it really means is so nice...he brought an e.g for us,he asked us to imagin a table of things we don't like,then someone would let us choose whatever we want from this table,it doesn't make any sense as all the things are meaningless and useless to us,so what is this FREE CHOICE here?..actually nothing..we loved this part,and caused us to think so much about it...People like D.R Fasheh,and others are so great, all they 're trying to tell us is: look at yourself,see what you want and what you are!!!But as some students who have gone through the process of knowing,take our advice,It's the hardest thing to do ever in life,but besides the sweetest!!! We are so happy that we had the chance to know,and meet great people like D.R Fasheh...GOD blesses him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23204507-114460946533030831?l=persiangirlss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/feeds/114460946533030831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23204507&amp;postID=114460946533030831' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114460946533030831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114460946533030831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/2006/04/metting-munir-fasheh-todayapril-102006.html' title=''/><author><name>Persian girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00113712786514523816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Image(041).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23204507.post-114421913737394601</id><published>2006-04-04T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T00:09:08.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Whatever is, is right.” Longman Lexicon of Contemporary English by Tom McArthur page 1 A1 verbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is, is right and Iran is, so it has the right to have whatever leads IT to a better world. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/b-nuclear-power-station.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="197" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/320/b-nuclear-power-station.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know that sentence of Lexicon is a kind of philosophical one and absolutely has deeper meanings but it can have that simple one too. And I believe that Iranians are deserve to have technology and other things such as nuclear power for scientific application.&lt;br /&gt;Nuclear power is one of the greatest physical powers in our world which is twisted entirely with politics and science. Today every body knows these two elements are also originators of our new world and life. So I admit I can't talk and judge about it precisely…I can just tell undoubtedly we deserve whatever causes development and happiness for our country.&lt;br /&gt;Professor Qahremany (my simple prose course’s professor) believes being neutral is completely wrong… maybe she is right… but I’m not neutral. What can I say about sth that I don’t know except my feeling, as I did!...politics is the last thing in the world that I would be interested in….in general I hate politics at all…. Maybe I’m wrong…. But it’s me and the way I’ve chosen to live… living in peace without any storm…. As a person who‘s chosen English literature and loves literatures I think it’s normal. And if you think I should change my attitude… I tell sorry cause it rarely happens. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/apache1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="201" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/320/apache1.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But….but ….one thing is clear! If I had to support any political stream for any reason, I would choose one which keeps my country’s benefit….&lt;br /&gt;About science part, I love science and I believe in it. Any time I find free time I try to study and learn about new things in science which have built this new life style or even the old one. Anyways, I don't have lots of knowledge about nuclear physical science… all I know is a simple physical theory and vague image of its huge power…. Everybody agrees what happened in Hiroshima was shameful….and also many people have a general view of capacity of nuclear power in scientific researches…so who can claim Persian scientists and researchers don’t need it.&lt;br /&gt;At the end, it seems many things which man is made, at least at the beginning, causes to pollute his environment. I make you sure like other nations; Iranians are aware that nuclear pollution is the most dangerous one. So with using development countries’ experiences in this field, we would be able to maintain it.&lt;br /&gt;Be in agreement or disagreement with this article… We will be glad to see your comments,but still, this blog is not a political one. Persian girls wrote it to show which direction they think and also as their assign&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/7180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/320/7180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ment for dear professor Marandi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23204507-114421913737394601?l=persiangirlss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/feeds/114421913737394601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23204507&amp;postID=114421913737394601' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114421913737394601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114421913737394601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/2006/04/whatever-is-is-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Persian girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00113712786514523816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Image(041).jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23204507.post-114301468258664641</id><published>2006-03-21T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T22:29:30.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Untitled-Scanned-02.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/320/Untitled-Scanned-02.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;In the name of God who owns soul and wisdom&lt;br /&gt;These are the best attributes of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Philosopher Ferdowsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article in our weblog is sth very new and you, visitors, can't find it in other Persian blogs or sites , English or Persian. At least we think so, because it is initiated by persiangirls, 2ms.&lt;br /&gt;Here we’re trying to introduce a Latin alphabet for Persian language, Farsi. Some prejudice people may say NOWAY!!!!. But its necessary for 2 reasons: first making Farsi easy to write and learn( Arabic alphabet which is used now has lots of imperfections as it doesn’t have symbols for vowels and…. While this alphabet has mathematical shape and seems more logical…). second the new style of life in the internet world, chat rooms, sms, etc causes us to use Latin alphabet. And if sb tells that’s not true, I will tell him/ her that he/ she is completely blind.&lt;br /&gt;This idea didn’t come out in one night. It backs to more than 50 years ago. For some reasons it failed in that time. But now new generation feels lack of such device in this new life as they use it in wrong shape in mentioned places.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we believe in our way and we will keep it on. We would be glad to see our friends or others who are interested in helping and correcting our mistakes active in this part. For making it short:&lt;br /&gt;WE TRY OUR BEST; WE HOPE IT’LL BE USEFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;There is a story behind this part. Maybe Mehrnaz can tell it better! Last year I helped one of our friends (Dan) with Farsi a little. It sroke my mind that it would be good if we can teach Farsi to people who are interested in learning! So this part and other related parts, which will follow, focus on teaching Farsi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;If you don’t know Persian at all, you can start from alphabet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This chart would be helpful for persians who wanna learn new persian alphabet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Untitled-Scanned-03.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Untitled-Scanned-03.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/320/Untitled-Scanned-03.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Symbols in pink are according to " Advanced Oxford dictionary 1995" phonetic symbols.&lt;br /&gt;This "-" means there is no symbol in Oxford dictionary for sounds "X" and "Q" : X= kh, Q= gh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you know the alphabet, let’s start from a very simple dialog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Untitled-Scanned-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="153" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/320/Untitled-Scanned-11.jpg" width="119" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Untitled-Scanned-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/320/Untitled-Scanned-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/320/Untitled-Scanned-04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamshid: Hello&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nakisaa: Hello! Are you fine?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-: yes, thanks. how are you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-:merci,I'm fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Here you see name of letters, and in the next chart there are some examples for them. Enjoy it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Untitled-Scanned-all.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/320/Untitled-Scanned-all.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Untitled-Scanned-al.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/320/Untitled-Scanned-al.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tip: remember, you should pronounce “H” in the middle and at the end of words as the same as at beginning of words in Farsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip: there is a sound in Farsi which you will sometimes see in some words “ow” it is long O; however, since it is in few words, we haven’t decide to put it in the alphabet chart yet. It’s like a diphthong…. Don’t be worry about it. We will find a way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip: stress in Persian words is always put on the last syllable. There are some exceptions in some verbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23204507-114301468258664641?l=persiangirlss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/feeds/114301468258664641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23204507&amp;postID=114301468258664641' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114301468258664641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114301468258664641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-name-of-god-who-owns-soul-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Persian girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00113712786514523816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Image(041).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23204507.post-114288949414146463</id><published>2006-03-20T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T23:42:00.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;mehrnaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's not the first time I wanna talk about an experience,something that has made me feel different inside,but still feels like words are hiding themselves somewhere that I can't find...I just remember the first time we heard about this project,that was like :no way!!!! she must be kidding...But that was one of the sweetest truths I've ever heard..Having a weblog on our own,and talking about the treasure everyone is forgetting,and sharing that with the world,wow that was just incredible!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have some great friends around,and they all helped me to know this treasure more,even those that have never come here.so this weblog,these words,and pictures,they have something more behind, they have "WE",an unbelievable company,they have Mrs. Marrandi first of all,then mahya with her wonderful Ideas,with her bright mind,Daniel with a generous heart,th&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Picture(3).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/320/Picture%283%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at makes us feel that there are still people who really care,and in the end all those who will come(came)and write(wrote) their beautiful comments for us,and will read(read)our articles....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the place I can share my heart with all those who will come and open their hearts for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is my petit world!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR MY FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A LITTLE STAR IN A SKY WHICH IS YOU...MEHRNAZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Picture(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meh-mah.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;mahya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dreams seem so far,but who knows how far they are!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;before starting this course I had no idea that I can create my own page on net and share my ideas with others. of course I intended to take some courses in flash one day and who knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Picture(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;when this day would arrive!!!anyways, I was surprised at the begining of my essay writing course. my Professor Dr.marandi came and told us that we were going to learn how to create weblog for sharing our essays... how wonderful that was...me and mehrnaz were flying without wings!!that evening I went home and created this weblog. choosing a suitable name was really difficult and as usual the simplest one is the best one...I finally chose " Persian Girls" with doub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Picture(11).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/320/Picture%2811%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;t. The following day I met Mehrnaz and told her what I did. She did agree...and then we started to plan for it.What big ideas we had!! we just talked and talked...and nothing was done. after a week finally we put a message on our weblog about our intention and goals and the next day we found a picture of a beautiful persian girl.You've definetely seen that...we found out we should spend more time on our weblog. So sundays and wensdays we stayed at university and worked on it. What beautiful time we had! useful, joyful and great!... after all we are going to keep on...it's really interesting...I suggest you to experience it if you haven't.at the end I want to thank our professor Dr. Marandi that with great patiance answers our questions, solves our problems and above all opened this path to us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For Life style&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meh-mah.blogspot.com"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23204507-114288949414146463?l=persiangirlss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/feeds/114288949414146463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23204507&amp;postID=114288949414146463' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114288949414146463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114288949414146463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/2006/03/mehrnaz-its-not-first-time-i-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>Persian girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00113712786514523816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Image(041).jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23204507.post-114269244353664316</id><published>2006-03-18T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T22:18:12.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/185776675X.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/185776675X.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Taste of Persian Cuisine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Standards of food hygiene are mostly satisfactory in all categories of eating-houses, except for Iranian sausages which can cause stomach problems. In general most Iranian cooking is healthy and nutritious, and you shouldn’t have much problem in keeping to a balance diet.&lt;br /&gt;All provinces of Iran have their own dishes and specialties. However, the national dish is rice prepared in several special ways and served in vast helpings with almost every main dishe, and very few of the main dishes would be considered complete without it. Iranian rice from the Mazandaran and Gilan province is considered by many, 24 hours, boiled and steamed and served separately, while Polo is rice cooked with the other ingredients. Rice in general is Berenj. The rice is always fluffy and tender, never sticky and soggy. Often the cook will steam chelo rice with yogurt or an egg yolk(or a thin layer of Lavash bread) to make a crunchy golden crust (Tah Dig) at the bottom of the pan, which is broken up and served on to of the rest of the rice. Saffron is very frequently used to flavor and color rice.&lt;br /&gt;Soft drinks are sold in bottles. Tea served in see-through glasses (never with milk) is an integral part of hospitality in Iran. Coffee is not widely available and is usually expensive.&lt;br /&gt;Fruits are served almost at all kinds of ceremonies and occasions. Second to tea, seasonal fruits are another i&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/iran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="293" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/320/iran.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ntegral part of hospitality.&lt;br /&gt;Every province has its own specialty for making sweets, biscuits and candies. Sweets made of dates, rice and many other fruits and substances are very common in Iran and people appreciate good sweets and tourists during their stay in Iran would develop a taste for quality of sweets and would soon recognize the origin of each one.Traditionally Iranians drink cold water, juice, syrup or dug(yogurt drink) with their meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.persiancuisine.blogspot.com"&gt;COMING SOOON!&lt;br /&gt;A brief description of a number of the most delicious and the best known Iranian foods .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23204507-114269244353664316?l=persiangirlss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/feeds/114269244353664316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23204507&amp;postID=114269244353664316' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114269244353664316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114269244353664316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/2006/03/taste-of-persian-cuisine-standards-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Persian girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00113712786514523816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Image(041).jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23204507.post-114196872387606852</id><published>2006-03-09T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T08:11:15.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.idt.ir/images/iranmap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.idt.ir/images/iranmap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.town-to-town-from-iran.blogspot.com"&gt;From Town to Town around IRAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Traveling around Iran is an unforgettable experience. The sheer geographical and diversity of landscape catches even the local visitor by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Starting from the capital at the foot of the towering Albors Mountains, one passes through rugged train and snow capped mountains to arrive in Mediterranean lush forest punctuated by green paddy fields and fruit gardens at turquoise Caspian coast.&lt;br /&gt;Drive south instead, and you will find breathtaking sceneries of the vast salt desert oases marked by blue domes shining in am amber landscape.&lt;br /&gt;And down you go to the pearly beaches of the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Persian Gulf&lt;/span&gt; to sample a taste of the tropics. And no matter which city you choose to go in which province, there are architectural and historical marvels in store for you.&lt;br /&gt;So take a trip with us to different towns of IRAN… &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.town-to-town-from-iran.blogspot.com/"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.persiangirlss.blogspot.com"&gt;Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23204507-114196872387606852?l=persiangirlss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/feeds/114196872387606852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23204507&amp;postID=114196872387606852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114196872387606852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114196872387606852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/2006/03/from-town-to-town-around-iran.html' title=''/><author><name>Persian girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00113712786514523816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Image(041).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23204507.post-114180067030315411</id><published>2006-03-07T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T00:28:38.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thundertour.com/images_gallery_nature/17b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.thundertour.com/images_gallery_nature/17b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;raise to the holy creator, who has placed his throne upon the waters, who has made all terrestrail creatures. To the heavens he has given dominion and to the earth dependence; to the heavens he has given movement, and to the earth uniform repose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Farid ud-din attar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23204507-114180067030315411?l=persiangirlss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/feeds/114180067030315411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23204507&amp;postID=114180067030315411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114180067030315411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114180067030315411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/2006/03/praise-to-holy-creator-who-has-placed.html' title=''/><author><name>Persian girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00113712786514523816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Image(041).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23204507.post-114154993419805253</id><published>2006-03-05T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T23:16:33.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.helene-eriksen.de/afghanistop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="351" alt="" src="http://www.helene-eriksen.de/afghanistop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FOR THOSE WHO ARE PROUD TO BE A PERSIAN.&lt;br /&gt;LONG LIVE IRAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;o, I am not a terrorist nor a wife beater, I don't live in a tent, in a desert and camels are not our way of transportation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I speak Farsi, not Arabic, and Iran is pronounced "EERAUN" and not "I - ran" (it's not track &amp; field)News flash: Iran and Iraq are two different countries; Middle East is a region and NOT a continent.Belly dancers are NOT strippers (no sex in the Champaign room); anyways, belly dancing is an Arabic dance, it never came from Iran.Each time you play a game of chess to improve your intellect, keep in mind that it was Persians who gave you your game.Iranian women are just as outspoken (if not more) and liberal as the European women.Iran is the first country on earth to have a lion (male) and a sun (female) for its symbol; and the colors red, white, and green for a flag&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wwwme-ma-p-c.blogspot.com"&gt;Allow us to introduce ourselves:we're &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PERSIANs. Our LAND IS IRAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wwwme-ma-p-c.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wwwme-ma-p-c.blogspot.com"&gt;PERSIAN GIRLS &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;whatever related to persian culture( noruz,charshanbe suri, etc...)can be found in the link above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;2ms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23204507-114154993419805253?l=persiangirlss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/feeds/114154993419805253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23204507&amp;postID=114154993419805253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114154993419805253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23204507/posts/default/114154993419805253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persiangirlss.blogspot.com/2006/03/for-those-who-are-proud-to-be-persian.html' title=''/><author><name>Persian girls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00113712786514523816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3428/2372/1600/Image(041).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
