<?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-23150982</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:52:43.669-07:00</updated><category term='Graduation'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Great Iranian Poets'/><category term='Father&apos;s Day'/><category term='Great Days in Iran'/><title type='text'>Cyrus the Great</title><subtitle type='html'>It's an Iranian university student's blog: Mozhdeh Golafshan, who is studying English Literature and my brother Arash Golafshan who posts his articles in this blog.You can visit it and enjoy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-8350118036455390998</id><published>2008-07-06T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:39:59.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graduation'/><title type='text'>The day of leaving....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is our graduation party at Alzahra University. I can not believe in leaving my good friends, classmates, professors I will miss all of them. But I is a part of life we come and then we must go. I hope when we leave each other we have good memories from each other and remember all good days we had together. I will miss all of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God bless them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-8350118036455390998?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/8350118036455390998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=8350118036455390998&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/8350118036455390998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/8350118036455390998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-of-leaving.html' title='The day of leaving....'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-684775319635995119</id><published>2008-03-15T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T11:40:58.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great Iranian Poets'/><title type='text'>Fereydoon Moshiri</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;چه شیرین است وقتی&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; بی گناهی&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; داد خود را از خدای خویش می گیرد&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How sweet is when an innocent recieves justice from his God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-684775319635995119?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/684775319635995119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=684775319635995119&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/684775319635995119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/684775319635995119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2008/03/fereydoon-moshiri.html' title='Fereydoon Moshiri'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-2617634862887113206</id><published>2008-03-08T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:02:34.968-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great Days in Iran'/><title type='text'>Norooz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R9OZpIuzpaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/apVk6ng6SH8/s1600-h/norooz_b-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175649328776324514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R9OZpIuzpaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/apVk6ng6SH8/s400/norooz_b-14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;گل افشانی&lt;/span&gt; ارغوان &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;نوید امید&lt;/span&gt; است در باغ جان&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;که هرگز نماند به جای&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;زمستان اهریمنی&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;بهاران&lt;/span&gt; فرا می رسد پرستیدنی&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-2617634862887113206?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/2617634862887113206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=2617634862887113206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/2617634862887113206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/2617634862887113206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2008/03/norooz.html' title='Norooz'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R9OZpIuzpaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/apVk6ng6SH8/s72-c/norooz_b-14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-5856010212294382050</id><published>2008-03-08T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:02:35.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Norooz, Persian New YearYear of 2567 (1387)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R9OUiIuzpZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/TR9h5S0UAdM/s1600-h/norooz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175643710959101330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R9OUiIuzpZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/TR9h5S0UAdM/s400/norooz2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Iranian New Year, 2567 (1387), begins on Tuesday March 20, 2008Tehran:Thu. 09:18:219 AM , Toronto:Thu. 01:48:19 AM , Los Angeles:Wed. 10:48:19 PM , London:Thu.05:48:19 AM , Sidney Thu. 04:48:19 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In harmony with rebirth of nature, the Persian New Year Celebration, or Norooz, always begins on the first day of spring, March 20th of each year. Norooz ceremonies are symbolic representations of two ancient concepts - the End and Rebirth. About 3000 years ago Persian's major religion was Zoroastrianism, named in honor of its founder Zoroaster, and arguably the world's first monotheistic religion. Zoroastrians had a festival called "Farvardgan" which lasted ten days, and took place at the end of the solar year. It appears that this was a festival of sorrow and mourning , signifying the end of life while the festival of Norooz, at the beginning of spring signified rebirth, and was a time of great joy and celebration. Norooz was officially acknowledged and named "Norooz" by mythical Persian emperor, Shah Jamshid, from Achaemenid Dynasty (500 BC). Ashaemenied created the first major empire in the region and built Persepolis complex (Takhte Jamshid) in the city of Shiraz. Norooz in Persian means "New Day" and brings hope, peace and prosperity to the world and has been celebrated among people regardless of ethnic background, political views or religion in many countries around the globe such as Iran, Afghanistan, Azerbaijan, Turkey, Uzbekistan, Pakistan, Georgia, Iraq, Tajikistan, Syria ,Armenia and India. Some of the activities during Norooz are Spring cleaning, buying new cloths, painting eggs, family reunion, giving presents, visiting neighbors and friends and celebrating by having a picnic on the 13th day of Spring. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Happy Norooz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-5856010212294382050?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/5856010212294382050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=5856010212294382050&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/5856010212294382050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/5856010212294382050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2008/03/norooz-persian-new-yearyear-of-2567.html' title='Norooz, Persian New YearYear of 2567 (1387)'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R9OUiIuzpZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/TR9h5S0UAdM/s72-c/norooz2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-9037205226148961889</id><published>2008-03-08T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T23:23:23.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A little boy asked his mother, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Why are you crying?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Because I'm a woman," she told him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I don't understand," he said. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His Mom just hugged him and said,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"And you never will."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Later the little boy asked his father, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The little boy grew up and became a man, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;still wondering why women cry. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally he put in a call to God. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When God got on the phone, he asked, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"God, why do women cry so easily?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"God said:"When I made the woman she had to be special.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yet gentle enough to give comfort.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that many times comes from her children.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;through sickness and fatigue without complaining. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I gave her the sensitivity to love her children &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;under any and all circumstances, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;even when her child has hurt her very badly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;andI gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And finally, I gave her a tear to shed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;""You see my son," said God, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-9037205226148961889?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/9037205226148961889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=9037205226148961889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/9037205226148961889'/><link rel='self' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R8K3Wu_9wFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fPG3Ll0YYy8/s400/the_beauty_of_sadness_bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;بنازم غیرت&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; غم&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; را دمی نگذاشت تنهایم&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-3959057097952848218?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/3959057097952848218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=3959057097952848218&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/3959057097952848218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/3959057097952848218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='!!!'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R8K3Wu_9wFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fPG3Ll0YYy8/s72-c/the_beauty_of_sadness_bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-3688439892227579092</id><published>2008-01-05T00:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:02:35.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yalda Night!!!!???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R39GjPiEHyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OR9Ab6YqhVM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151914070013910818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R39GjPiEHyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OR9Ab6YqhVM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The third Yalda night passed too, without my dearest dearest daddy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It becomes three years since he left us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time passes so quickly....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss U!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Need U!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I can feel U...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;in my Heart&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-3688439892227579092?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/3688439892227579092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=3688439892227579092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/3688439892227579092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/3688439892227579092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2008/01/yalda-night.html' title='Yalda Night!!!!???'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R39GjPiEHyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OR9Ab6YqhVM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-8396910645702599029</id><published>2008-01-05T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:02:36.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R39AvfiEHxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/qXon3TedD-g/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151907683397541650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R39AvfiEHxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/qXon3TedD-g/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;From our&lt;/span&gt; birthday, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;until we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Is but the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;winking of an eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;William Butler&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeats&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Jean Paul Richter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lucille Ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Birthdays are good for you. Statistics show that the people who have the most live the longest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;                                      Larry Lorenzoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Whatever with the past has gone, The best is always yet to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lucy Larcom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had, and what you've learned from them, and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We know we're getting old when the only thing we want for our birthday is not to be reminded of it. Anonymous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I cried on my 18th birthday. I thought 17 was such a nice age. You're young enough to get away with things, but you're old enough, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Liv Tyler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151906300418072322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="178" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R38_e_iEHwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/X4-en9ndsys/s400/bb.bmp" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May you live all the days of your life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jonathan Swift &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Jean Paul Richter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/23150982-8396910645702599029?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/8396910645702599029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=8396910645702599029&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/8396910645702599029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/8396910645702599029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R39AvfiEHxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/qXon3TedD-g/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-3306673974336322186</id><published>2007-11-18T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:02:37.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R0ARhq6tCiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/hDAAHicukZA/s1600-h/47987-friends-are-born.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134122845356231202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R0ARhq6tCiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/hDAAHicukZA/s400/47987-friends-are-born.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friends are born, not made. ~ Henry Adams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R0ARh66tCjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/uBCbn-AgJo8/s1600-h/47990-silence-of-our-friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134122849651198514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R0ARh66tCjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/uBCbn-AgJo8/s400/47990-silence-of-our-friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends. ~ Martin Luther King, Jr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R0ARiK6tCkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZHEGOg3-Fuk/s1600-h/47988-in-the-rhythm-of-life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134122853946165826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R0ARiK6tCkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZHEGOg3-Fuk/s400/47988-in-the-rhythm-of-life.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the rhythm of Life, we sometime find ourselves out of tune, But as long as there are friends to provide the melody, The music plays on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R0ARia6tClI/AAAAAAAAAI4/BqtzfSkV1PQ/s1600-h/47992-doubling-of-our-joy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134122858241133138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R0ARia6tClI/AAAAAAAAAI4/BqtzfSkV1PQ/s400/47992-doubling-of-our-joy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Friendship improves happiness and abates misery, by the doubling of our joy and the dividing of our grief. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R0ARiq6tCmI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bmO4pz6LDyw/s1600-h/47998-handling-friendships.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134122862536100450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R0ARiq6tCmI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bmO4pz6LDyw/s400/47998-handling-friendships.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friendships are fragile thing, and require as much handling as any other fragile and precious thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R0AQ4q6tCeI/AAAAAAAAAIA/mIeowFt3oZg/s1600-h/47993-silence-between-two-people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134122140981594594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R0AQ4q6tCeI/AAAAAAAAAIA/mIeowFt3oZg/s400/47993-silence-between-two-people.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;True friendship comes when silence between two people is comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R0AQ466tCfI/AAAAAAAAAII/jTr4eSZAZWA/s1600-h/47994-friendship-ends-when-you-stop-sharing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134122145276561906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R0AQ466tCfI/AAAAAAAAAII/jTr4eSZAZWA/s400/47994-friendship-ends-when-you-stop-sharing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life ends when you stop Dreaming, Hope ends when you stop Believing, Love ends when you stop Caring, Friendship ends when you stop Sharing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R0AQ5K6tCgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/_8fAE_vwbFo/s1600-h/47995-true-friend-touches-your-heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134122149571529218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R0AQ5K6tCgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/_8fAE_vwbFo/s400/47995-true-friend-touches-your-heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R0AQ5a6tChI/AAAAAAAAAIY/KlUx8kWuwF4/s1600-h/47997-footprints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134122153866496530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R0AQ5a6tChI/AAAAAAAAAIY/KlUx8kWuwF4/s400/47997-footprints.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be many people who will walk in and out of your life but only true friends will leave footprints behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R0AQTa6tCaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pDX9FFTqyD8/s1600-h/47987-friends-are-born.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R0AQTq6tCbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/p0UxUl_4ODw/s1600-h/47988-in-the-rhythm-of-life.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R0AQUK6tCdI/AAAAAAAAAH4/bTc-Oxao9l8/s1600-h/47992-doubling-of-our-joy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;www.lovingwhisper.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-3306673974336322186?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/3306673974336322186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=3306673974336322186&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/3306673974336322186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/3306673974336322186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2007/11/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/R0ARhq6tCiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/hDAAHicukZA/s72-c/47987-friends-are-born.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-3766474122653728557</id><published>2007-11-16T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:02:38.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>مهم اين است...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/Rz59U66tCZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BluS7_RjJKs/s1600-h/oughtmorning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133678423615277458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/Rz59U66tCZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BluS7_RjJKs/s320/oughtmorning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;هنگامي كه با تندبادهاي زمانه در ستيزي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;و سرسختي طوفان زندگي در نبردي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;تا مي تواني ايستادگي كن&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;واي آنگه كه نه پاي رفتنت ماند و نه پاي ايستادنت&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;بنشين و صبر كن&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;و بدان كه طوفان هاي زمانه مي گذرد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;و مي گذارندت كه برخيزي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;مهم اين است&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;كه براي برخاستن مهيا باشي&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-3766474122653728557?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/3766474122653728557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=3766474122653728557&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/3766474122653728557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/3766474122653728557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_16.html' title='مهم اين است...'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/Rz59U66tCZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BluS7_RjJKs/s72-c/oughtmorning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-6522296562483004045</id><published>2007-11-09T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:02:38.838-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great Iranian Poets'/><title type='text'>سه شنبه تلخ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RzViofBdATI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Smv7tz-90M8/s1600-h/308798_orig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131115798120431922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RzViofBdATI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Smv7tz-90M8/s320/308798_orig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;حرف هاي ما هنوز ناتمام ...&lt;br /&gt;تا نگاه مي كني :&lt;br /&gt;وقت رفتن است&lt;br /&gt;باز هم همان حكايت هميشگي&lt;br /&gt;پيش از آن كه باخبر شوي&lt;br /&gt;لحظه ي عزيمت تو ناگزير مي شود&lt;br /&gt;آي ...&lt;br /&gt;اي دريغ و حسرت هميشگي ناگهان&lt;br /&gt;چه قدر زود&lt;br /&gt;دير مي شود&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131114402256060706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RzVhXPBdASI/AAAAAAAAAHA/nNYOCxYxN7k/s320/309351_orig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;****&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;و&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; قاف&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;حرف آخر &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;عشق&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; است&lt;br /&gt;آنجا كه&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; نام كوچك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; من &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;آغاز&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; مي‏شود&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;از تمام راز و رمز های عشق&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;جز همین سه حرف&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;جز همین سه حرف ساده میان تهی&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;چیز دیگری سرم نمی شود&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;من سرم نمی شود&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;ولی...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;راستی&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;دلم &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;که می شود&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131113281269596434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RzVgV_BdARI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OJ9A24IYXnA/s320/309353_orig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;وقتي تو نيستي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;نه هست هاي ما&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;چونان که بايدند&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;نه بايد ها&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;مثل هميشه آخر حرفم &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;و حرف آخرم را &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;با بغض مي خورم &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;عمري است&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;لبخند هاي لاغر خود را &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;در دل ذخيره مي کنم &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;باشد براي روز مبادا &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;امادر صفحه هاي تقويم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;روزي به نام روز مبادا نيست&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;آن روز هر چه باشد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;روزي شبيه ديروز&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;روزي شبيه فردا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;روزي درست مثل همين روزهاي ماست&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;اما کسي چه مي داند ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;شايد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;امروز نيز روز مبادا باشد&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;وقتي تو نيستي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;نه هست هاي ما&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;چونانکه بايدند&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;نه بايد ها&lt;br /&gt;هر روز بي تو&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;روز مبادا است&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131127841208729922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RzVtlfBdAUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ALS6HtsigYE/s320/309374_orig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;دیروز&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ما زندگی را&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;به بازی گرفتيم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;امروز،او&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;مارا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;فردا؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;br /&gt;we played with the life&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;life is playing with us!&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mehrnews.com/fa/NewsDetail.aspx?NewsID=577446"&gt;http://www.mehrnews.com/fa/NewsDetail.aspx?NewsID=577446&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-6522296562483004045?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/6522296562483004045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=6522296562483004045&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/6522296562483004045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/6522296562483004045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='سه شنبه تلخ'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RzViofBdATI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Smv7tz-90M8/s72-c/308798_orig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-5644321771143873417</id><published>2007-07-26T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T10:54:18.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Father…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind&lt;br /&gt;Great&lt;br /&gt;Incredible&lt;br /&gt;Different&lt;br /&gt;Real mankind&lt;br /&gt;Humble&lt;br /&gt;Devoted…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really hard to find an adjective to define just the word “Father”. It is really indefinable for me!&lt;br /&gt;We all hear about the close relation which is between father and daughter. It is even proved by scientists. But you can never feel it till you yourself has the role as one of them, father or daughter. It is really a wonderful relationship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th of July is father’s day in Iran. It is Emam Ali’s birthday (p.b.u.h). Emam Ali (p.b.u.h) is our first Emam and the one whom Prophet Mohammad (p.b.u.h) chosed as the leader of Muslim after himself. We call his birthday, Father’s Day because he was father of all orphans. I think there is no adjective which can define his characteristics. He was really incredible, really incredible! He was the best father for his children and also for the children whom their fathers died or killed in the war. He played with them, bought them food and all their needs, helped their mothers in the housework… He tried hard to be like their fathers. He did not play the role of father for them in fact he behaved in a way that the children did not feel that he was not their real father. After his martyrdom all the orphan children were so sad and knew that there will not be any kind father to them in this ugly world. He was, is and will be the father of children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine you have a father who is the follower of Emam Ali (p.b.u.h) and the holiest place in the world is his family and his children. Surely he can be one of the best fathers in the world and my father was like this. He was the best because he paid attention to his family more than anything in the world. He tried hard as he wanted his family lived comfortably. He paid attention to all children equally and there was no difference among them for him, especially between girls and boys. He taught us everything that we need for a good and comfortable life. He taught us things which people think are just needed for boys to know and learn. But he believed there is no difference between boys and girls. Girls must try harder to be better than boys in the world. Girls must be independent from boys and they themselves must do their works with their talents and abilities. He was the best father in the world. He was my hero and after his death my heart broke. I can not accept his death and it took me long time to bear this fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is Father’s Day but there is no father to buy him a gift, to have a party, to surprise him… and it is Life! What I can do except tolerating?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dearest Dear,&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY YOUR DAY!HAPPY FATHER’S DAY TO YOU AND ALL GOOD FATHERS IN THE WORLD WHO DEVOTE THEMSELVES FOR THEIR FAMILY AND CHILDREN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; U, WORSHIP U AND APPRECIATE U AS YOU ARE MY FIRST AND LAST HERO IN THIS TINY WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MISS U AND GOD BLESS U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;آن که در زیر زمین داد سر وسامانت&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;کاش می خورد غم بی سر وسامانی من&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-5644321771143873417?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/5644321771143873417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=5644321771143873417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/5644321771143873417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/5644321771143873417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-4350895639206189922</id><published>2007-07-25T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:02:38.996-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>من ناخلفی با پدر خویش نکردم</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RqeebCVpGnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8sUi6PZ-VvQ/s1600-h/329580_b~Baby-s-Hand-Grasping-Father-s-Finger-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091212091086936690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RqeebCVpGnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8sUi6PZ-VvQ/s400/329580_b~Baby-s-Hand-Grasping-Father-s-Finger-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"گر همسفر عشق شدی يار، مرد سفرباش"&lt;br /&gt;ورنه ره خود گیر و یکی راه گذر باش&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;هم نعره امواج گرت عربده ای نیست&lt;br /&gt;در برکه آسایش خود زمزمه گر باش&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هشدار که یخ تاب تب عشق ندارد&lt;br /&gt;گر بسته قالب شده ای فکر دگر باش&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;عیسات اگر جان بدمد، شبپره ای باز&lt;br /&gt;وام از نفس عشق کن و مرغ سحر باش&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هر خوابرگی در خور خون من و تو نیست&lt;br /&gt;از خون منی در رگ بیدار خطر باش&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;من ناخلفی با پدر خویش نکردم&lt;br /&gt;های...ای خلف زندگی ام، مثل پدر باش&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-4350895639206189922?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/4350895639206189922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=4350895639206189922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/4350895639206189922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/4350895639206189922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post_25.html' title='من ناخلفی با پدر خویش نکردم'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RqeebCVpGnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8sUi6PZ-VvQ/s72-c/329580_b~Baby-s-Hand-Grasping-Father-s-Finger-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-3016073891213162754</id><published>2007-07-04T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T03:58:52.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>فکر کنید</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;اگر نور در عشق&lt;br /&gt;زیبایی در انسان خواهد بود&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;اگر زیبایی در انسان باشد&lt;br /&gt;هماهنگی و همسازی در خانه خواهد بود&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;اگر هماهنگی و همسازی در خانه باشد&lt;br /&gt;نظم و عدالت در کشور خواهد بود&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;اگر نظم و عدالت در کشور باشد&lt;br /&gt;                     صلح در جهان خواهد بود                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;          ضرب المثل چینی             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;یادگیری کشف چیزی است که قبلا آن را می دانستیم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;انجام کاری نمایانگر چیزی است که آن را بلدیم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;یاد دادن یعنی یاد آوری به دیگران که آنان نیز همانند ما می دانیمما همه یادگیرنده، انجام دهنده و یاد دهنده هستیم                                                                             &lt;br /&gt;ریچارد باخ&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;آن هائی که انجام کاری را غیر ممکن می دانند نباید مانع انجام کار توسط دیگران شوند&lt;br /&gt;موانع آن چیزهای وحشتناکی هستند که ما به هنگام مشاهده آن از اهدافمان روی بر می گردانیم&lt;br /&gt;                      هنری فورد                     &lt;br /&gt;                                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;آن عده از انسان ها که از حرکت و رشد می ترسند به وسیله ی زندگی بلعیده می شوند&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;به همدیگر لبخند بزنید&lt;br /&gt; به همسرتان لبخند بزنید&lt;br /&gt; به شوهرتان لبخند بزنید&lt;br /&gt; به فرزندانتان لبخند بزنید&lt;br /&gt;به همه لبخند بزنید&lt;br /&gt;بدون توجه به اینکه طرف مقابلتان کیست&lt;br /&gt; و همین امر سبب خواهد شد که…&lt;br /&gt;عشق و محبت در میان شما در مقیاس وسیعی رشد یابد                                                                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                               مادر ترزا                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-3016073891213162754?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/3016073891213162754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=3016073891213162754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/3016073891213162754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/3016073891213162754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='فکر کنید'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-4058980564490835583</id><published>2007-07-04T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:02:39.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy  Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083291271692513858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="302" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/Rot6eqsTckI/AAAAAAAAAGY/A26lt5xnuIY/s400/mother.bmp" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow is our prophet’s daughter birthday, Fatima-e-Zahra. She is the greatest and honorable woman in our religion. She was a good daughter, wife and mother. Her father loved her very much as her husband and children. She devoted her life for her family. She had a life full of misery. She is a pattern in every thing for us and we try to follow her way. We try to be a good daughter, wife and mother as she was. We call her birthday, Mother’s Day in Iran.&lt;br /&gt;How do you define the word “Mother”?&lt;br /&gt;Passionate&lt;br /&gt;Devoted&lt;br /&gt;Kind&lt;br /&gt;…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to write about my own experience in this article. The close relationship between father and daughter is an obvious fact that was even proved by scientists. I believe in this relation because I worshiped my daddy. He was every thing for me in my life. He was the first and the last. Every thing he said and did was the best in my opinion. I always liked to act like him. Wherever I went I just talked about daddy and never talk about my mom. When I saw my friends were talking about their mothers all the time I looked at them with hate and told them, that’s better to talk about your father not your mother, what can a mother do? And they told me, are sure that you have mom? You just talked about your father!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nineteen years passed and daddy was my hero. I really worshiped him. But I think God decided to show me another part of life which was made by mommy. Sixteen days before my 20th birthday my daddy left me alone for ever. He went to the sky. I was in the worst situation of my life. I just fought with every one and could not accept it as a fact. The worst position was happened with my mom. She was more than a wife for my daddy. She was like his daughter. Now she had a hard responsibility. She had to help us to get calm. But she herself needed some one to help her. She was so depressed and just decided to continue her life because of us. I could understand her feelings and situation but accepting her as daddy was really hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed and showed me every thing. I understood that my daddy was the best and the first in my life but I was a proud girl who never saw her mommy and her tolerances.&lt;br /&gt;I really hated myself and my behavior. I learned that when something worst happened it is the worst in my eye. Perhaps it is a chance in life, a good chance which is the best gift from God to see every thing from a heavenly window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understood how much love I have received from mommy which I have ignored it. For some weeks I just sat in a place and thought about the word “Mother”. I want to touch it as the word” Father”. I could never find a good definition for “Father” and now this happened for the word “Mother”. In fact these are two indefinable words in the world. I recognized that I cannot feel a mother’s emotions and feelings till I myself become mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write this article to ask my mommy to forgive me and also happy mother’s day to her from a far distance. It is about 5 months that I have not seen mommy. She went on a trip. She did not like to leave us but we asked her to go because she needed a long journey to feel better. When she called and talked to me she just cried and I cried too. Now I can feel who is mother, a creature full of passionate who is ready to devote herself whenever her family encounters a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083290524368204338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/Rot5zKsTcjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WiA1Wvjp0hE/s400/mother3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Paradise is under the feet of Mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prophet Mohammad (p.b.u.h)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-4058980564490835583?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/4058980564490835583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=4058980564490835583&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/4058980564490835583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/4058980564490835583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy  Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/Rot6eqsTckI/AAAAAAAAAGY/A26lt5xnuIY/s72-c/mother.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-5546851124373358527</id><published>2007-06-16T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:02:39.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love will die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If held too tightly..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076565793258270066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RnOVsTIO7XI/AAAAAAAAAGI/4bMEiULRQA4/s400/162190961_c51f8b8c16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love will fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If held too lightly...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-5546851124373358527?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/5546851124373358527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=5546851124373358527&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/5546851124373358527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/5546851124373358527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RnOVsTIO7XI/AAAAAAAAAGI/4bMEiULRQA4/s72-c/162190961_c51f8b8c16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-5557267858523929817</id><published>2007-05-02T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:02:40.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Anniversary of My Blog and Happy Teacher's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RjjEGntd1VI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WkIWhkNtvUg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060009799368693074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RjjEGntd1VI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WkIWhkNtvUg/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was last year when I created my blog on 28th of February.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I was not in Iran on February I didn't celebrate the annivarsay of creation of my blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;However three months has passed but I like to celebrate the anniversary of creation of my blog and thanks my Professor, Dr. Marandi, who showed and tahght me to experience a new way of communication.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Also today is teacher's day in Iran and I like to ask God bless my professor and congratulate this day to her.Also I like to congratulate this day to my dearest Professor Dr. Akhavan who helps me to live again and find myself and my interests.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RjjGZntd1WI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_j1BlD3Ab6Q/s1600-h/y.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060012324809463138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RjjGZntd1WI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_j1BlD3Ab6Q/s400/y.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Also I have a special congratulation to my dear sisters who are the lovers of their job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-5557267858523929817?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/5557267858523929817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=5557267858523929817&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/5557267858523929817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/5557267858523929817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2007/05/anniversary-of-my-blog-and-happy.html' title='The Anniversary of My Blog and Happy Teacher&apos;s Day'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RjjEGntd1VI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WkIWhkNtvUg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-5587974438822424207</id><published>2007-05-02T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:02:40.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incantation of Imam Ali(p.b.u.h)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; semester we have a course which named, Translation of Islamic Texts.In this course we have a exercise, Translation 10 pages of an Islamic texts. This is what I Translate for this course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060004026932647234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/Rji-2ntd1UI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ibjnyAQFp7w/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dedicate it to my Dearest Dear, My Daddy, as he liked Imam Ali(p.b.u.h) so much and tried hard to acted like him and Imam Ali(p.b.u.h), father of all orphans.&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest Daddy who taught me to live and act like Imam Ali(p.b.u.h).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O Lord! I seek your quarter in the Day which money and children have no benefit, except our pure heart and faith will help us.&lt;br /&gt;In the Day which wicked regrets and says: I wish I were the follower of the prophet (P.b.u.h).&lt;br /&gt;I seek your quarter in the Day which sinners will be recognized from their faces and will hang with their hair and legs.&lt;br /&gt;Lord I seek your quarter in the Day which no father will be punished for his son’s sins and no son will be punished for his father’s sins because God’s promise is right.&lt;br /&gt;Lord! I seek your quarter in the Day which there is no benefit for cruels’ apologize and God’s curse will be for them and their place is in the hell.&lt;br /&gt;Lord! I seek your quarter in the Day which no one has nothing for himself and orders are with God on that Day.&lt;br /&gt;Lord! I seek your quarter in the Day which man will escape from his brother, mother, father, wife, and children as on that Day there is an affair for he himself.&lt;br /&gt;Lord! I seek your quarter in the Day which sinner likes to give ransom to his children, wife, brothers and relatives to escape from the torture of that day to save him, but it is a scorchy fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my Lord! O my Lord!&lt;br /&gt;You are the Lord and I am the servant,&lt;br /&gt;And who has mercy upon the servant except the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my Lord! O my Lord!&lt;br /&gt;You are the Owner and I am the owned,&lt;br /&gt;And who has mercy upon the owned except the Owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my Lord! O my Lord!&lt;br /&gt;You are the Powerful and I am the abject,&lt;br /&gt;And who has mercy upon the abject except the Powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my Lord, O my Lord&lt;br /&gt;You are the Magnificent and I am the despised,&lt;br /&gt;And who has mercy upon the despised except the Magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my Lord! O my Lord!&lt;br /&gt;You are the Strong and I am the weak,&lt;br /&gt;And who has mercy upon the weak except the Strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my Lord! O my Lord!&lt;br /&gt;You are the Wealthy and I am the poor,&lt;br /&gt;And who has mercy upon the poor except the Wealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my Lord! O my Lord!&lt;br /&gt;You are the Given and I am the beggar,&lt;br /&gt;And who has mercy upon the beggar except the Given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my Lord! O my Lord!&lt;br /&gt;You are the Alive and I am the dead,&lt;br /&gt;And who has mercy upon the dead except the Alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my Lord! O my Lord!&lt;br /&gt;You are the Permanent and I am the spoiled,&lt;br /&gt;And who has mercy upon the spoiled except the Permanent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my Lord! O my Lord!&lt;br /&gt;You are the Provider and I am the fed,&lt;br /&gt;And who has mercy upon the fed except the Provider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my Lord! O my Lord!&lt;br /&gt;You are the Generous and I am the niggard, And who has mercy upon the niggard except the Generous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my Lord! O my Lord!&lt;br /&gt;You are the Forgiver and I am the affected,&lt;br /&gt;And who has mercy upon the affected except the Forgiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my Lord! O my Lord!&lt;br /&gt;You are the Leader and I am the stray,&lt;br /&gt;And who has mercy upon the stray except the Leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my Lord! O my Lord!&lt;br /&gt;You are Merciful and I am mercied, and who has mercy upon me except the Merciful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my Lord! O my Lord!&lt;br /&gt;You are the Lord and I am the servant,&lt;br /&gt;And who has mercy upon the servant except the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my Lord! O my Lord!&lt;br /&gt;You are the Reason and I am the surprised,&lt;br /&gt;And who has mercy upon the surprised except the Reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my Lord! O my Lord!&lt;br /&gt;You are the Forgiver and I am the sinner,&lt;br /&gt;And who has mercy upon the sinner except the Forgiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my Lord! O my Lord!&lt;br /&gt;You are the Prevailing and I am the defeated,&lt;br /&gt;And who has mercy upon the defeated except the Prevailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my Lord! O my Lord!&lt;br /&gt;You are the Master and I am the cherished,&lt;br /&gt;And who has mercy upon the cherished except the Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my Lord! O my Lord!&lt;br /&gt;You are the Magnanimous and I am the humble,&lt;br /&gt;And who has mercy upon the humble except the Magnanimous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my Lord!&lt;br /&gt;O the owner of Generosity and Beneficence, and the owner of Mercy and Gratefulness.&lt;br /&gt;O Lord! Have mercy upon me and convinced me with your Mercy, Generosity and Grace Excellence.&lt;br /&gt;O the Merciful, the Compassionate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-5587974438822424207?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/5587974438822424207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=5587974438822424207&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/5587974438822424207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/5587974438822424207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2007/05/monajate-imam-alipbuh.html' title='Incantation of Imam Ali(p.b.u.h)'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/Rji-2ntd1UI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ibjnyAQFp7w/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-3691310337270080214</id><published>2007-05-01T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:02:40.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Lord!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/Rjg583td1TI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rmbSDeGzzGo/s1600-h/hands.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059857899260335410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/Rjg583td1TI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rmbSDeGzzGo/s400/hands.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;اي خدا کي بود که برگشت&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;سايه ي تو يا دل من ؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-3691310337270080214?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/3691310337270080214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=3691310337270080214&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/3691310337270080214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/3691310337270080214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-lord.html' title='O Lord!'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/Rjg583td1TI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rmbSDeGzzGo/s72-c/hands.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-7353170142180188153</id><published>2007-04-30T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:02:41.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY FRIENDSHIPS ARE LOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I was exploring in my mail box I found this article which one of my best friend sent it to me when I entered university. I like to share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059129447037129986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="198" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RjWjbXtd1QI/AAAAAAAAAE4/LyprIHuwhGY/s400/ff.bmp" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some of us make friends easily enough but find that keeping them is another matter.&lt;br /&gt;if you have difficulty holding on to your friendships,it may be time to look at yourself as a friend in order to&lt;br /&gt;discover the reasons for your inability to retain friends.&lt;br /&gt;1.You may be losing friends because of a need to be always right;therefore,anyone who disagrees with you&lt;br /&gt;is wrong.without being aware of it,you may be suggesting to your friends that you are better informed than they are.&lt;br /&gt;thus in your need to be right , you may be sabotaging (=destroy,miss) your friendships by coming across as a&lt;br /&gt;know-it-all.&lt;br /&gt;2.Another cause of sabotaged friendships is neglect.insted of occasionally initiating (=introduce) suggestions for&lt;br /&gt;spending time together,perhaps you regularly wait for your friends to call you and to plan activities.consequently ,&lt;br /&gt;you give the appearance of expecting your friends to do all the giving while you sit back and do all the taknig.&lt;br /&gt;3.In a somewhat different way, you may not be as sharing with your friends as they are with you.if.for example,&lt;br /&gt;you refuse to share your feelings with them while expecting them to share your feelings with you, they may assume&lt;br /&gt;that you do not want them as friends.&lt;br /&gt;4.Not too surprisingly, a major cause of lost friendships isdisloyality. At times you may have criticized a friend in order to&lt;br /&gt;build up your own ego (=personality,benefit),or you may have allowed someone else to attack a friend unjustly without&lt;br /&gt;coming to your friend's defense.the ultimate disloyalty-dropping a friend at the first sign of trouble-does not bode (=be a good/bad&lt;br /&gt;sign for the future) well for present or future frienships.&lt;br /&gt;..............A hard look at yourself as a friend and at certain actions and attitudes that may have caused you to lose friends in the past&lt;br /&gt;may help you to keep friends in the future. As Emerson put it," The only way to have a friend is to be one."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059130245901047058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RjWkJ3td1RI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dPZmKEGt_wQ/s400/f.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-7353170142180188153?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/7353170142180188153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=7353170142180188153&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/7353170142180188153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/7353170142180188153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-friendships-are-lost.html' title='WHY FRIENDSHIPS ARE LOST'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RjWjbXtd1QI/AAAAAAAAAE4/LyprIHuwhGY/s72-c/ff.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-5795559480709762595</id><published>2007-04-22T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:02:55.718-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Going to Ankara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RixXhn_200I/AAAAAAAAAEo/doLybyvVEUg/s1600-h/DSCI0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Ankara 4th of March...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RixXh3_201I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Go4olyJxmPI/s1600-h/DSCI0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056512721109308242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RixXh3_201I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Go4olyJxmPI/s320/DSCI0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sis Laleh, My mom, My bro Arash and Mr Reza.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RixXhn_200I/AAAAAAAAAEo/doLybyvVEUg/s1600-h/DSCI0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056512716814340930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RixXhn_200I/AAAAAAAAAEo/doLybyvVEUg/s320/DSCI0154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RixXIX_20xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jvwZWm0FY3E/s1600-h/DSCI0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056512283022643986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RixXIX_20xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jvwZWm0FY3E/s320/DSCI0152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RixXIn_20yI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I1IEjMpZzlQ/s1600-h/DSCI0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056512287317611298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RixXIn_20yI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I1IEjMpZzlQ/s320/DSCI0129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RixXI3_20zI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KNDGF89tX7U/s1600-h/DSCI0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056512291612578610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RixXI3_20zI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KNDGF89tX7U/s320/DSCI0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RixWf3_20uI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pvwethXjwbk/s1600-h/DSCI0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056511587237941986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RixWf3_20uI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pvwethXjwbk/s320/DSCI0140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RixWgX_20vI/AAAAAAAAAEA/kohbAuaGl0U/s1600-h/DSCI0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056511595827876594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RixWgX_20vI/AAAAAAAAAEA/kohbAuaGl0U/s320/DSCI0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RixWgn_20wI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xsk-gtl2YvI/s1600-h/DSCI0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056511600122843906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RixWgn_20wI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xsk-gtl2YvI/s320/DSCI0149.JPG" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...I will write more about it later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-5795559480709762595?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/5795559480709762595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=5795559480709762595&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/5795559480709762595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/5795559480709762595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2007/04/going-to-ankara_22.html' title='Going to Ankara'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RixXh3_201I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Go4olyJxmPI/s72-c/DSCI0153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-5741627110351694248</id><published>2007-04-22T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:02:56.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Ankara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/Risfjn_20WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/mszm-3LJDCM/s1600-h/DSCI0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056169703546212706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/Risfjn_20WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/mszm-3LJDCM/s320/DSCI0189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mother and I in Ataturk Square&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/Risfj3_20XI/AAAAAAAAABA/7oTeb_Fgq8c/s1600-h/DSCI0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056169707841180018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/Risfj3_20XI/AAAAAAAAABA/7oTeb_Fgq8c/s320/DSCI0287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me in the airplane as my sister and I were returning to Iran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RisfkH_20YI/AAAAAAAAABI/KU9KoFSkb5E/s1600-h/DSCI0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056169712136147330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RisfkH_20YI/AAAAAAAAABI/KU9KoFSkb5E/s320/DSCI0289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was Sleeping at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mehrabad&lt;/span&gt; air port.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next morning we had flight to go to Shiraz after 10 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RisfGn_20VI/AAAAAAAAAAw/p5BYP_kbDeM/s1600-h/DSCI0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056169205330006354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/RisfGn_20VI/AAAAAAAAAAw/p5BYP_kbDeM/s320/DSCI0280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Reza&lt;/span&gt;, Me, My sis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Laleh&lt;/span&gt; and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cousin Shahin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;In the Internatinal air port of Ankara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/Rise6X_20UI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ccLwnvNd8R8/s1600-h/DSCI0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056168994876608834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/Rise6X_20UI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ccLwnvNd8R8/s320/DSCI0279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-5741627110351694248?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/5741627110351694248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=5741627110351694248&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/5741627110351694248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/5741627110351694248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2007/04/going-to-ankara.html' title='Going to Ankara'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/Risfjn_20WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/mszm-3LJDCM/s72-c/DSCI0189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-117144076196047015</id><published>2007-02-13T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T00:12:41.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting a Dear !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/110/2366/1600/633270/PIC_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/110/2366/320/157575/PIC_0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about two weeks ago that I finished my exam and returned home. I really liked to arrive as soon as I could because I wanted to visit my uncle's wife, Debbie, who came to Iran as my exam was started in Tehran. I couldn't be with her for a long time. I was with her just for three or four hours. But I really enjoy to visit her even for such a short time.&lt;br /&gt;We talked to each other a lot, about books, my field, my blog and.... I really like to spend my time with her because she is a truthful woman and doesn't wear mask like all people who are around me.I like her and wish her the best.&lt;br /&gt;She went to Perseolis with my sisters, cousins, nieces and nephews. At that time I wasn't home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-117144076196047015?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/117144076196047015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=117144076196047015&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/117144076196047015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/117144076196047015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2007/02/visiting-dear.html' title='Visiting a Dear !'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-117143982951332097</id><published>2007-02-13T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T23:57:09.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashoora Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/110/2366/1600/289292/ashora%20(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/110/2366/320/462426/ashora%20%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/110/2366/1600/205690/ashora%20(13).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/110/2366/320/21511/ashora%20%2813%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/110/2366/1600/457244/ashora%20(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/110/2366/320/893558/ashora%20%285%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/110/2366/1600/47234/ashora%20(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/110/2366/320/4897/ashora%20%287%29.jpg" 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/23150982-117143982951332097?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/117143982951332097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=117143982951332097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/117143982951332097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/117143982951332097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2007/02/ashoora-day.html' title='Ashoora Day'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-116841929006206639</id><published>2007-01-10T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:02:56.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/Rj77Kntd1XI/AAAAAAAAAFw/vmMWH_eToaw/s1600-h/ii.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061759191087961458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/Rj77Kntd1XI/AAAAAAAAAFw/vmMWH_eToaw/s400/ii.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I created my blog last year when about one month passed from my birthday. Saturday was my birthday and I decided to congratulate myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I believe when we respect ourselves other will respect us too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I am a unique girl whom God bestowed her to this world !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-116841929006206639?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/116841929006206639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=116841929006206639&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/116841929006206639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/116841929006206639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me !'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G5QOINXYv5Q/Rj77Kntd1XI/AAAAAAAAAFw/vmMWH_eToaw/s72-c/ii.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-116634390341108558</id><published>2006-12-17T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T00:47:02.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yalda Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/110/2366/1600/695497/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The longest night in the year…&lt;br /&gt;All members of family, friends, relatives…&lt;br /&gt;Gathering together…&lt;br /&gt;Talking…&lt;br /&gt;Laughing…&lt;br /&gt;Staying awake till mid night…&lt;br /&gt;Eating…&lt;br /&gt;Pomegranates, Nuts, watermelon…&lt;br /&gt;Falle Hafez…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But it is leaving night for my family and I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Two years ago in the first day of winter the warmest heart and hands left their family and friends to catch divine hands, to reach source of light ad to get the companion of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That warmest heart did not know that it would break lots of hearts when he left them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That warmest hands did not know that they would leave lots of hands alone in this ugly world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All those hearts and hands were confused and looking for them every where.&lt;br /&gt;All those hearts and hands thought, they had enough time in Yalda Night to find the warmest heart and hands but…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Seven roses and their mother searched every place in the garden but…&lt;br /&gt;Their young brother searched every place inside and outside the garden but…&lt;br /&gt;Other people came to help them but…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Even Yalda Night couldn't help them!&lt;br /&gt;Yalda Night thought it could give them enough time to find them but…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;They were all shouting and crying but the warmest heart and hands did not pay attention. They left every one to catch God's heart and hands, to stay warm for ever and he stays but we have got colder and colder and colder every second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dearest dear&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&lt;br /&gt;Yalda Night becomes the longest night of our life for ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Where are U?&lt;br /&gt;We really miss U.&lt;br /&gt;We really need U.&lt;br /&gt;But time passes quickly…&lt;br /&gt;Two years…&lt;br /&gt;The second Yalda Night without U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;منم و حسرت با تو با شدن&lt;br /&gt;تویی و بدون من رها شدن&lt;/span&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/23150982-116634390341108558?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/116634390341108558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=116634390341108558&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/116634390341108558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/116634390341108558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/12/yalda-night.html' title='Yalda Night'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-116634029831869746</id><published>2006-12-16T23:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T00:51:23.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>بابا لا لا نکن</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;سرا پا درد افتادم به بستر&lt;br /&gt;تب تلخی به جانم آتش افروخت&lt;br /&gt;دلم در سینه طبل مرگ می کوفت&lt;br /&gt;تنم از سوز تب چون کوره می سوخت&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ملال از چهره مهتاب می ریخت&lt;br /&gt;شرنگ از جام جان لبریز می شد&lt;br /&gt;به زیر بال شبکوران شبگرد&lt;br /&gt;سکوت شب خیال انگیز می شد&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;چو ره گم کردهای در ظلمت شب&lt;br /&gt;که زار و خسته واماند ز رفتار&lt;br /&gt;ز پا افتاده بودم تشنه بی حال&lt;br /&gt;به چنگ این تب وحشی گرفتار&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;تبی آنگونه هستی سوز و جانکاه&lt;br /&gt;که مغز استخوان را آب می کرد&lt;br /&gt;صدای دختر نازک خیالم&lt;br /&gt;دل تنگ مرا بی تاب میکرد&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;بابا لا لا نکن! فریاد میزد&lt;br /&gt;نمی دانست بابا نیمه جان است&lt;br /&gt;بهار کوچکم باور نمی کرد&lt;br /&gt;که سر تا پای من اتش فشان است&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;مرا می خواست تا او را به بازی&lt;br /&gt;چو شب های دگر بر دوش گیرم&lt;br /&gt;برایش قصهء شیرین بخوانم&lt;br /&gt;"به پیش چشم شهلایش بمیرم "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;بابا لا لا نکن! میکرد زاری&lt;br /&gt;به سختی بسترم را چنگ می زد&lt;br /&gt;ز هر فریاد خود صد تازیانه&lt;br /&gt;بر این بیمار جان آهنگ می زد&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;به آغوشم دوید از گریه بی تاب&lt;br /&gt;تن گرمم شراری در تنش ریخت &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;دلش از رنج جانکاهم خبر یافت&lt;br /&gt;لبش لرزید و حیران در من آویخت&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;مرا با دست های کوچک خویش&lt;br /&gt;نوازش کردو گریان عذرها خواست&lt;br /&gt;به ارامی چو شب از نیمه بگذشت&lt;br /&gt;کنار بستر سوزان من خفت &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;شبی بر من گذشت آن شب که تا صبح&lt;br /&gt;تن تبدار من یک دم نیاسود&lt;br /&gt;از آن با دخترم بازی نکردم&lt;br /&gt;که مرگ سخت جان همبازیم بود&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"فریدون مشیری"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-116634029831869746?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/116634029831869746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=116634029831869746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/116634029831869746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/116634029831869746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_116634029831869746.html' title='بابا لا لا نکن'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-115917664364172006</id><published>2006-09-25T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T02:14:52.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/sf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The weather is hot and you prefer to stay at home, eat delicious summer fruits, sleep after lunch and watch movies…!&lt;br /&gt;What you really prefer to do in a hot summer?&lt;br /&gt;Surely most of parents have a program for their children and send them to different classes. Some also go on a journey and prefer their children to get acquainted with different people, places and cultures. Some maybe like to eat and sleep during summer! It depends on people what they like to do.&lt;br /&gt;What have you done during summer? I have had a busy summer, full of activity!&lt;br /&gt;I left university at 25th of June. One of my friends, Atefeh, was my guest and she came with me to Marvdasht. Visiting my family after about three months was really exciting. My mom's leg was broken on May and she couldn't walk for about two months. I couldn't return home and visit her. It really bothered me but I must wait. She couldn't walk easily but she was better. My youngest nephew, Kasra, has learnt to walk and somehow how to speak. He could pronounce some words but he tried to do what he learnt instead of talking. He is really cute and naughty! Different things happened when I was at university. Four of my nieces and nephews got Chickenpox! My oldest niece, Mahsa, was in a bad situation. She had made herself ready for the entrance exam of university (Konkoor) about nine months and one week before it she got Chickenpox. In general she has stress all the time and at that situation we all asked God to make her a little calm. My friends, Solmaz and Atefeh, and I visited her first and talked to her a lot to be relaxed. She pretended that she was relaxed but I knew her better than herself. She was very worry and had a lot of stress. Solmaz stayed one night with us and then went home. I took Atefeh to my sisters' homes. They all got acquainted with each other and every one in my family likes her. I took her to different historical places in Shiraz and Marvdasht. The first Thursday of our returning we went to Emamzadeh where my dear daddy is buried. She got acquainted with him in his own home! She stayed for about two weeks. Her parents came to our home and she returned with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Atefeh went, I registered at Shiraz University for taking some summer courses there. I took three courses, (Islam History, Islamic Revolution of Iran and the Interpretation of Q'uran). I must go to classes for five we&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/PIC_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/200/PIC_0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eks and three days in a week. Before starting my classes kasra reached one-year-old. We held a birthday for him.&lt;br /&gt;My classes started. Early in the morning I got up and went to Shiraz. From 7 o'cloc&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/PIC_0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;k in the morning till 1 o'clock in the afternoon, I had class. I really got tired. I spent three days in my sister's home. Her home w&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/PIC_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/PIC_0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as near the university and I could see the university from her balcony. I tried to read different books during summer. I read about ten books. I really enjoyed reading Gabriel Garcia Marquez's books. Also after about six years I succeed to read "Desiree" written by "Anne Mary Selinco". Reading book is my favorite activity and I just like to sit in a place and read book.&lt;br /&gt;I spent three days in my second sister's home and helping my niece, Elmira, to choose a field for going to university.&lt;br /&gt;Two of my cousins returned from Ukrine after 9 months. They went there to study Medicine. Also I spent three days with them. I spent about one week and a half in my grandparents' home with my mom and sis. We were busy with completing some forms which were in English! We spent our time with my cousin, aunt, uncle and grandparents. I really felt sad when I saw my grandfather he was very silent and looked at us with a deep feeling which I could touch it. He is very sad with our daddy's death and likes to do something for us and makes us happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my three exams in a day from 9 o'clock in the morning till 12 o'clock in the noon. I must study about 950 pages with three different topics! It was really hard because my mom went to Mashhad (One of the holy cities of Iran) with my oldest sis and I ha&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/PIC_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/200/PIC_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d to do housework as my sis, Ladan, worked outside. I studied half of this book, half of another one and gave my exams. We also had two weddings, my cousins' weeding. They were wonderful. All of relatives gathered together. After wedding and my exams, my oldest sis moved to another house. I spent two weeks in her house and was helping them. Also my niece, Mahsa, was thought how to drive and I went with her to her class. Some days also I was Kasra's babysitter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two programs on T.V which caught my attention a lot&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/??.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. One was a soap opera, Narges, and the other one was koolehposhti (bag pack).koolehposhti was my favorite program. Its showman, Farzad Hassani, is a wonderful man. His self-confident is great and he has lots of information about different things. In this program we got acquainted with Iranians who were doctors, Professors, scientists… and did great jobs, wrote books… In the last part of the program Mr. Hassani talked about people's rights and people called his program and told their stories. It was really interesting and somehow miserable. I couldn't believe people can forget each other very easily and don't pay attention to other's rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahsa accepted at Azad University. The field which she chooses is IT (Information Technology) engineering. Elmira accepted at Rafsanjan University to study English literature and my brother in law, Elmira and I went to Rafsanjan to register her. Rafsanjan is the mine of Pistachio. Wherever we looked at we could see pistachios.&lt;br /&gt;Kasra plays from morning to night and learns different new things. He is SO NAUGHTY! I don't know how I can leave him and go to Tehran. He can't pronounce my full name and call me Mo, Maman (Mommy) or Monee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the whole I had a busy summer. Now what you prefer to do in a hot summer? Maybe like me help members of your family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-115917664364172006?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/115917664364172006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=115917664364172006&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/115917664364172006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/115917664364172006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/09/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114966391823335832</id><published>2006-06-06T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T00:59:10.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/Rain%20drops%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/Rain%20drops%2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; با تو هستم سهراب، یاد دارم که به ما می گفتی , آبرا گل نکنیم مردمان سر رود آب را می فهمند و چه کردند به آب , مردم آن سررود &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;خوب شد رفتی و چشم تو ندید که به آن آب گوارای زلال چه حکایت ها رفت !چه به کارون کردند , آب را خون کردند. سهره ها کوچیدند , نخل ها پوسیدند&lt;br /&gt;, کشت ها آب نخورد. گل شبدر ز غم لاله قرمز پژمرد!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;و چه اندوهی , سر رسید از سر کوه کوه اندر کوه , سر رسیدند انبوه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;وزهر رهگذری پرسیدند خانه دوست کجاست ؟!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;و چنان تند و شتابان رفتند به در خانه دوست که ترک خورد همه چینی تنهاییشان&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; اهل هیچستانها ناله سر می دادند کور باید شد کور&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;اهل کوهستانها همه فریاد زذند دور باید شد دو&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;رو در آن جنگ و گریز ؛ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;اهل کوهستانها که مسلمان بودند وبه سجاده دشت &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;همه هر روز وضو غرق به خونمیکردند &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;مرد و مردانه به میدان رفتند و چه خوش جنگیدند &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;و در آن جنگ و ستیز , با توکل به خدایی که در این نزدیکی است &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;هیچ از مرگ نه پروا کردند&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; و در آن جنگ و گریز همه در دلهاشان تا بخواهی پیوند , تا بخواهی تکثیر , تا بخواهی خورشید&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;و نوشتند همه تا بماند جاوید مرگ بر ذهن اقاقی جاریست&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; با تو هستم سهراب&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; چه حکایت کنم از موشکها که تو در خواب و فرو می افتاد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; چه حکایت کنم از صورتها که تو در خواب و همه تر می شد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;و هواپیمایی , که از آن اوج هزاران پایی بمب می ریخت&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; به خاک و نمی اندیشید که به قانون زمین بر نخورد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;جنگ خونینی بود&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; دشت , دریاچه خون&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; کوچ اندر پی کوچ تو که می گفتی من نمی خندم &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;اگر بادکنک می ترکد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.خوب شد رفتی و چشم تو ندید خانه ها می ترکید&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;و من از بازترین پنجره با مردم این ناحیه صحبت کردم با همه مردم شهر &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; زیر باران رفتم و همه دانستیم کار ما نیست&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; شناسایی راز گل سرخ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soroosh20.persianblog.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;http://soroosh20.persianblog.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/23150982-114966391823335832?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114966391823335832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114966391823335832&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114966391823335832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114966391823335832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_06.html' title=''/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114957974710950322</id><published>2006-06-06T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:42:59.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/0307230635291100_00541111.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/400/0307230635291100_00541111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;باران&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وای باران باران&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;شیشه ی پنجره را باران شست&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;از دل من اما چه کسی نقش تو را خواهد شست&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;اسمان ها ابی پر مرغان صداقت ابی است&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;دیده درآئینه ی صبح تو را می بیند&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;تو گل سرخ منی&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;تو گل یاسمنی&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;تو بهاری&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;نه بهاران از توست&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;از تو میگیرد وام این همه زیبائی را &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-114957974710950322?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114957974710950322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114957974710950322&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114957974710950322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114957974710950322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114957568818760134</id><published>2006-06-05T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T01:54:52.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Experience is not what happens to a man.  It is what a man does with what happens to him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/rr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/rr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We receive three educations, one from our parents, one from our schoolmasters, and one from the world. The third contradicts all that the first two teach us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was about four months that w&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/blogger1_500.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e had essay writing class. When our new semester started our teacher, Dr Susan Marandi, asked us to make a web log and put our essays on it. When I heard it, it was very interesting for me as I could learn how to write well and communicate with others to improve my English, information and introduce myself, city and country to other people. So I decided to do my best. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/blogger1_500.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/200/blogger1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the second session our teacher introduced the website which we could make our web log there. When our class finished, I checked this web site by myself. Its name was “Blogger”. For making a blog I had to pass three steps. I learnt that I should choose a name for my blog and also a title for it. As I live near Persepolis and grown up there, I decided to choose “Achaemenidempire” for my blog. “Cyrus the Great “was the best title which I could find. It had ambiguity. I love Cyrus (Koroush) very much as he was a justice person and also because my father’s name was also Cyrus. In fact I respect both of them. I was the second person who made her blog. My first essay was about my city. Each week I had tried to write new essays for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;During Norooz I tried to put more information on my blog but it was really hard. I had problem by posting my information and especially my pictures. The speed was very low and I had to go to different coffinets to do my homework. I tried hard and I think I did my best!&lt;br /&gt;After coming back to university, each week our teacher asked us to write an essay. We wrote them then our classmates revised them. Finally we posted them on our blog. Also we should put clocks in our blog and it was really miserable. I think I tried 20 times and finally I succeded !&lt;br /&gt;On the whole, I myself enjoyed my essay writing class very much. Our teacher was very active and guided us very well. Also my blog is a place where I can write what I like and show my feelings toward my writings. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/ii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-114957568818760134?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114957568818760134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114957568818760134&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114957568818760134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114957568818760134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/06/experience-is-not-what-happens-to-man.html' title='Experience is not what happens to a man.  It is what a man does with what happens to him.'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114879422645274477</id><published>2006-05-27T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:41:32.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golgasht !</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/sangan4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In our university we have programs which called "Golgasht". It means: mountaining in a day but the goal is not climbing the peak. I decided to participate in them but I couldn't participate in all of them. Because I had classes. Finally I successed to register for the last one. Two of my friends, Atefeh and Maryam, decided to came too.This time we wanted to go to Sangan Waterfall in the weekend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sangan waterfall is located in the north-west of Tehran. First we should pass the Kan road and then we should pass the way from a village to arrive to waterfall. In common after walking 2 or 3 hours we will arrive to waterfall.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was thursday. We got up early in the morning. At seven o'clock we were at university and at 8:15 we arrived to Sangan Waterfall.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The weather was rainy and cold. We were somehow two groups an active and fast group and a lazy and slow group.It's really misrable to go somewhere with lazy people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My rock coach, Nasim and his husband, Jafar also were with us. The active group's guider was Nasim and Jafar must walked with those lazy girls.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The way we should pass was really beautiful and those wonderful and beautiful sight-seeing caught everyone's attention.Mountains were covered with trees and bushes. In our way we saw other climbers. They picked beautiful flowers to take home. I really felt excited as I could escape from polluted weather of Tehran and also those beautiful sight-seeing reminded me my province and city.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/sangan_alzahra2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/sangan_alzahra2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he weather was rainy and the roads were muddy. Walking in mud was really hard for us as we didn't have suitable shoes for climbing. But we tried hard to catch our goal.We had to pass fruit gardens and also river. Passing river was the most beautiful part as it was hard for some of us to pass and fell into water. As I am a girl who hurry in doing all my works I fell into water two times. My shoes and pant were muddy. I was just laughing . I knew that some years later when I remember this day I will laugh to what I had done. So I decided to take it easy and laughed as much as I could. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We had fourty five minutes to arrive to waterfall but those lazy girls were very slow. So Nasim decided to catch water fall with six persons.My friends and I were with Nasim. Rain got faster and faster and it made our job difficult. Finaly we arrived. It was a vey beautiful scenery. The weather got colder.&lt;br /&gt;We caught the waterfall and after about 20 minutes the next group arrived. We took some pictures and as the weather was cold and rainy we decided to go down. It was a funny return !My friend, Maryam fell four times. All her clothes were muddy. Atefeh and I couldn't stop laughing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Again we were the first group who went down. During our return I found two stones. One of them was like a "Heart" and the other one was like " L". We searched to find letters "V" and "E" We but we couldn't.. I wanted to make word "Love "with them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rain stopped.It was a nice weather as sun was shinning.We ate our lunch and rest for one hour and at about 4:30 we were at university.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was an enjoyable day for all of us especially my friends and I because we were group number one !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Again I advice you not to go anywhere with lazy people !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I didn't have digital camera I can't put our pictures on the blog. Nasim promised to bring pictures for me then I will add them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can also visit my rock coach's blog :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rmc4peace.persianblog.com"&gt;www.rmc4peace.persianblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/sangan_alzahra1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-114879422645274477?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114879422645274477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114879422645274477&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114879422645274477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114879422645274477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/05/golgasht.html' title='Golgasht !'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114837630659287313</id><published>2006-05-23T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T23:35:33.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Essay Writing Class</title><content type='html'>Today we took some pictures in our essay writing class. These are some of my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From left to right (top):&lt;br /&gt;Shima from Lahijan( North of Iran )&lt;br /&gt;Nasim from Shiraz&lt;br /&gt;Me ( Mozhdeh)&lt;br /&gt;Solmaz from Shiraz&lt;br /&gt;Maryam from Shahrood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/IMG_0146.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/IMG_0146.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From left to right(top ):&lt;br /&gt;Atefeh from Jouybar (North of Iran )&lt;br /&gt;Solmaz&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;Maryam from Tehran&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/IMG_0147.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Essay writing class&lt;/span&gt; to me meant &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;an active teacher with a new experience&lt;/span&gt;. when our teacher, Dr Marandi, asked us to make a blog and put our essays on the blog I was really excited. I was sure that it will be a wonderful experience and it has really been !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really enjoy to spend my time with Dr Marandi as she is an active teacher, very active. When I'm in her class, I feel that I must do something and not to waste my time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next week this semester will be finished. I have learnt different things from my teachers and making blog was the best experience during this semester.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will write my complete experience about my essay writing class very soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/IMG_0141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maryam is from Tehran.I just have two of my courses with her . I like her very much. She is somehow a naughty girl. She can't sit in a place and all the time she is moving in her chair! She always came to our essay writing class and also she has a beautiful blog. You can visit her blog:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maryblessin.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.maryblessin.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-114837630659287313?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114837630659287313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114837630659287313&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114837630659287313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114837630659287313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-essay-writing-class.html' title='My Essay Writing Class'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114820721176779455</id><published>2006-05-21T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T03:26:51.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Persepolis During Norooz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/DSCI0001.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/DSCI0001.10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/DSCI0004.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/DSCI0004.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/DSCI0002.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/DSCI0002.13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/DSCI0003.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/DSCI0003.10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/DSCI0005.19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/DSCI0005.19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-114820721176779455?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114820721176779455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114820721176779455&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114820721176779455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114820721176779455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/05/persepolis-during-norooz.html' title='Persepolis During Norooz'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114785821807089842</id><published>2006-05-17T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T01:57:02.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/pp.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/200/pp.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You don't need to be a star to be a bright and shining one to that friend in need." ---Brian Jett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A good friend is hard to find, hard to lose, and hard to forget." ---Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It is a curious thing in human experience but to live through a period of stress and sorrow with another person creates a bond which nothing seems able to break." ---Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Some friends play at friendship but a true friend sticks closer than one's nearest him." ---Proverbs 18: 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"One who finds a friend finds a treasure." ---Italian Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you ever had." ---Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A friend is someone who won't stop looking for you until they find you and bring you home." ---Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/Cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/200/Cats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Just the Two of Us"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The next time you see someone you think is a loser, reserve criticism and save your harsh words. Instead, offer up some encouragement. You never know, you may just turn someone's life around." ---Lisa Cartwright &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Friendships are different from all other relationships. Unlike acquaintanceship, friendship is based on love. Unlike lovers and married couples, it is free of jealousy. Unlike children and parents, it knows neither criticism nor resentment. Friendship has no status in law. Business partnerships are based on a contract. So is marriage. Parents are bound by law. But friendships are freely entered into, freely given, and freely exercised." ---Stephen Ambrose &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A good friend is someone we can count on, as well as being so much more. A friend is someone with whom we can relax and just hang out, have fun and share our innermost thoughts--deep dark secrets, lofty and noble goals, or our hopes, joys, and fears. A good friend allows you a safe space to share your deepest thoughts and needs--without worry of being judged, criticized or made to feel silly for feeling the way you do. Friends cheer each other on, laugh and cry together, and just plain commissrate and listen to each other. That's why friends are friends." ---Bettie and Jennifer Leigh Youngs &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A True Friend Is... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone who knows when you are upset. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone who won't let you get away without talking about it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone who will risk their life to make sure you don't up and die on them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone who you can call up at 10:30 at night no matter how small your problem. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone who instead of going with the "big group" will go with you when you feel bad. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone who can just let you be when you need time alone. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone who goes out of their way to make sure you're happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone who always has a shoulder for you to cry on if need be. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone who if you do cry on their shoulder won't go and tell the world. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone who puts your happiness equal to theirs and not less than theirs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---Unknown &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"No need to worry 'bout a thing. If you need me I'll be there in a hurry. Call on me, time and time again, 'cause you're my friend." ---Blessid Union of Souls, "My Friend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/yd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/200/yd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If all my friends were to jump off a bridge, I wouldn't follow. I'd be at the bottom to catch them when they fall." ---Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"My friend, if I could give you one thing in life, it would be the ability to see yourself as others see you, then you would realize what a truly special person you are." ---B.A. Billingsly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"There's no burden big enough, and when you're hurting so am I, and we'll both cry ... and you can always count on me, wherever I may be." ---Blessid Union of Souls, "My Friend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Don't walk in front of me; I might not follow. Don't walk behind me; I might not lead. Just walk beside me and be my friend." ---Albert Camus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It all begins with words and compliments and ends in a lifetime of friendship." ---Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A friend is someone who knows who you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you become, and still gently invites you to grow." ---William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"When you find that friend you have been looking for...the one you can laugh, talk, cry with...you have this feeling...and you'll never let that feeling go." ---Crackle4 &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/pplprd023-b.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="209" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/200/pplprd023-b.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I love you and I'm here for you." ---Will Smith, "Just the Two of Us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If the world attacks and you slide off track, remember one fact, I got your back." ---Will Smith, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If there is a load you have to bear that you can't carry, I'm right up the road. I'll share your load if you just call me." ---Bill Withers, "Lean On Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Words can't express what you mean to me." ---Puff Daddy, "I'll Be Missing You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Lean on me when your not strong, and I'll be your friend. I'll help you carry on. For it won't be long 'til I'm gonna need somebody to lean on." ---Bill Withers, "Lean On Me" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It is lack of love for ourselves that inhibits our compassion toward others. If we make friends with ourselves, then there is no obstacle to opening our hearts and minds to others." ---Pema Chodron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/yy.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/200/yy.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Friendship goes beyond time." ---April Joy Gazmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/yy.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Friends are angels sent down to earth to make good days and help us find our way." ---Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hold a friend's hand through times of trial,Let her find love through a hug and a smile;But also know when it is time to let go--For each and every one of us must learn to grow." ---Sharon A. Heilbrunn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"True friendship multiplies the good in life and divides its evils." ---Baltasar Gracian &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/ppio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/23150982-114785821807089842?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114785821807089842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114785821807089842&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114785821807089842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114785821807089842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/05/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114708130421652188</id><published>2006-05-08T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T00:06:07.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>China a Mysterious Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When our teacher asked us to write about a country in Asia which you like to travel my first and last chance was China. For me it has different reasons such as chinese hard working, their arts, Pandas, medicine, historical places and especially their festivals. I try to mention about each of them in my article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;China is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/2842530547.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" height="105" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/400/2842530547.jpg" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;an ancient, mysterious, and beautiful land.The full name of china is "The People's Republic of China".It is located in the middle and east of Asia and bounded on the east by thePacfic Ocean.Its shape on the map is like a rooster. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/rr.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China is bordered by 14 countries-Korea, Vietnam, Laos, Bunra, India, Bhutan, Nepal, Paistan, Afghanestan, Tajikestan, Kyrgyzstan, Kazakestan, Mongolia, and Russia. China is the third largest country in the world and its capital is Beijing. Population of China is about 1.3 billion( as of 2004). There are 23 provinces in China . China has a long history which is one of its greatest treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;History of China &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"China, representing one of the earliest civilizations in the world, has a recorded history of about 3,600 years. It possesses rich historical documents as well as ancient relics. Like other nations, China, in its development, passed through the stages of primitive society, slave society, and feudal society. During the middle decades of the 19th century, capitalist forces of foreign countries invaded China, and China was slowly transformed into a semi-colonial and semi-feudal society. The founding of the People's Republic in 1949 marked China's entry into the socialist stage. During the long period of historical development, the industrious, courageous, and intelligent Chinese people of all nationalities collectively created a great civilization. They made great contributions to all of mankind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rivers&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Mountins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;China has numerous rivers. Acoording to statistics, more than 50,000rivers have drainage areas that exceed 100 square Kilometers; more than 1,500 exceed 1,000 square Kilometers. The Yangtze, the longest river in china and even in Asia, is the third-longest in the world. The Yellow River, 'Mother River of the Chinese People', is just behind the Yangtze, both flowing into the Pacific Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;China has large areas of mountains land, about two-thirds of the country. The ranges mainly run from the east to west and from northeast to southwest. among these mountains, some reach the sky, nad others are lower with charming scenery. Out of the 19 mountains throughout the world at the altitude of over 7,000 meters, seven stand in China. To the east in China, lower mountains like Mt. Taishan, Mt. Huashan, and Mt. Emeishan, also display their unique beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Arts and Crafts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;China is the country of art. If I want to mention ,they have different beautiful arts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/tt.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.Bronze Vessels &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/uuu.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="143" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/200/uuu.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.Chinese Folk Toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3.Chinese Emboridery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4.Chinese Calligraphy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5.Chinese Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6.ChineseOpera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7.Chinese Painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8.Cloisonne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9.Jade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10.Kites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/yy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/200/yy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11.Lacquare ware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12.Paper-Cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13.Porcelain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/yy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14.Pottery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15.Seals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16.Silk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bronze Vessels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bronze is the alloy of copper, stannum and plumbum. After the invention of this alloy 5,000 years ago, bronze prevailed immediately and led chinese ancestors into a new stage, the bronze era. First, Bronze was widely used mostly as musica&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;l instruments in sacrificial temples, as weapons of war and other vessels in court life. After that decorative patterns aws made which were the most delicate and diverse. They have different patterns . Popular patterns were the lines of beast Zs faces, the lines depicting dragons and phoenix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Chinese Painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chinese used four tools for painting: paintbrush, ink, traditional paint and special paper or silk. Their painting has developed and was classified by theme into three groups: figures, landscapes and birds-and-flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Chinese Calligraphy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Calligraphy, literally "beautiful writing," is one of the traditional four arts dating back to the earliest days of chinese history. Calligrapher's tools are the brush, ink, ink stone and paper. If some one wants eo become an artist or expert in calligraphy, he has to practice word by word and stroke by stroke. By controlling the concentration of ink, the thickness and absorption of the paper and the flexibility of the brush, the artist is free to produce and infinite variety of styles and forms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Chinese Folk Toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/gg.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/gg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Chinese folk toys enjoy a history as old as the nation itself. Revealing aspects of the land and its rich cultural heritage, they portary the wisdom and creativity of folk artists throughout China."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chinese Festivals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;China is also the country of different wonderful festivals.These festivals can catch every one's attention and take him to another world, world of imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.National Festivals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Since the Han nationality outnumbers the other 55 ethnic groups and totals up to about 93.3% of Chinese population, Han's festivals are celebrated nationwide."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Spring festivals,also known as the Chinese New Year throughout the West.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Lantern Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Qingming Festival, also known as the Festival of pure Brightness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Dragon boat Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Mid-Autumn Festival, also known as the Moon Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.Ethnic festival&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethnic group festivals refer to traditional festivals celebrated by certain Ethnic groups around China. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Harbin Ice and snow Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Striking Bells to Greet the New Year in Jingci Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Buddhist assembly in the Labrang lamasery in Xiahe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-jilin Rime Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Beijing Longqing Gorge Ice and Snow Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-The Graet Prayer Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Nero Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Horse Race Feestival In Qiangtang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Knife-Pole Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-The Butter Lamp Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Chinese Medicine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another thing which I really intersted in chinese culture is their beleif about medicine and especially herbal medicine.In Iran we have a great herbal medicine too and I myself know enough about plants, roots and try to use them in my life. Also their belief about " Hot and Cold " is similar to ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chinese have found thousands of plants and herbs and herbal medicine is a large system in China.They analyze human's nature or property such as "cold and hot" or "ying and yang".Today we can classify herbl medicine in about ten:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Roots: That means some specific plants' roots can be used as medicine such as ginseng, Chinese gromwell, and Taiwan Angelica root, etc.Taiwan Angelica root with warm nature is helpful for the indication of headache, toothache and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rhizome: It includes dried ginger wth hot nature for some asthma and cold, Lily bulb with cold nature for insomnia and weakness,etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other sorts are varied like leaf, flower, seeds, grass and vines and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Panda &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I always like to see Pandas. They are my favorite animal and their originate is in China. I hope to see Pandas in China !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great wall of China, different templates, gardens and parks can also catch everyone's attention very easily.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sure China is a country for having the most beautiful days and night and to experience different new things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sure visiting China is a wonderful travel which stay in your mind forever.So don't miss it. I hope my cousin and I visit there on foot !&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/23150982-114708130421652188?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114708130421652188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114708130421652188&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114708130421652188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114708130421652188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/05/china-mysterious-land.html' title='China a Mysterious Land'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114690707890660865</id><published>2006-05-06T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T02:17:59.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/internet.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/internet.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/internet.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Puffed eyes! He was awake last night. He was chatting…&lt;br /&gt;hi&lt;br /&gt;asl &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;tanx &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/CACNQXMB.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w8&lt;br /&gt;univer C T&lt;br /&gt;merc&lt;br /&gt;B 4 N&lt;br /&gt;BRB&lt;br /&gt;B 4 u come here&lt;br /&gt;TT4N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;…from night to morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something new is discovered, every one likes to experience it. Surely most of people who invent a new thing want to help people. But we sometimes forget it and waste our time. One of this invention is chat. Chat is a part of expanded world, Internet, in which everyone can explore very easily. But some of us often wander in it, especially in chat rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, in, all parts of the world, sit in front of computers and talk to each other very easily. It's really enjoyable and wonderful. But most of us, especially young generation, waste their time in chat rooms. Why we should waste our time when we can learn from each other and know more about different cultures, people, and cities all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting, as all other things in the world, has advantages and disadvantages. I think these advantages and disadvantages depend on us. The most important advantage of chat is, communicating easily. We sat in our home and can talk with those who live far from us. The distinctive feature of chat is that we can talk, write, and also see each other simultaneously. Secondly, we can find good friends and exchange our thoughts, cultures, information… with each other. I have thought to find more advantages but I can't find any more advantages.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what are the disadvantages of chat? For the first time when I got familiar with Internet, the first thing which I learnt was how to chat! From that time I have felt, chat means disadvantages. After some time we'll get addicted to it and we can't stop it. We'll spend most of our time in front of computer, especially during night. In the morning we are tired and can't do our work very well. On the other hand most of people who chat, tell lies very easily during their chats with others. In fact, after getting addicted telling lies will be a habitual entertainment. Also there is sex chat which can distract young generation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In brief, we sometimes drown in disadvantages and forget the right way. Chat is an enjoyable communication till we value ourselves, those who we chat with them and ways which technology help us to live comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/23150982-114690707890660865?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114690707890660865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114690707890660865&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114690707890660865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114690707890660865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/05/puffed-eyes-he-was-awake-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114690400235781810</id><published>2006-05-06T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T02:26:49.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grown-ups Are Very Odd !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/viewphoto.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/viewphoto.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I was searching in my mail box to find a picture, I saw this picture. When I saw it I drown in the past when we wanted to take this picture.I was about 5 years old and my bother, Arash,was about two years old. He cried and didn't let photographer take our picture. Arash thought he was a doctor. I talked to him and at last he took the picture but as you can see it's clear that he was frightened ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always like to be a child and never grow up. But it's life, I must obey the rules of the world !When we are a child we see the world very beautiful an live in present but we will change alot during our life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Grown-ups are very odd !"little prince said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really we become odd as we grow up. We think we know more and can do whatevere we want. But we are wrong. If we don't pay attention to our behavior we can get the worst in the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can grow up but have the children's purity and innocent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be an adult with children's Heart! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/23150982-114690400235781810?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114690400235781810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114690400235781810&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114690400235781810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114690400235781810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/05/grown-ups-are-very-odd.html' title='Grown-ups Are Very Odd !'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114604773073843060</id><published>2006-04-26T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T00:01:05.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Persepolis During Norooz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/DSCI0013.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/DSCI0012.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/DSCI0012.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/DSCI0012.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/DSCI0014.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/DSCI0014.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/DSCI0013.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/DSCI0013.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tacher Palace; my favorite palace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/DSCI0015.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/DSCI0015.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Ardeshir's Tomb.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/DSCI0010.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/DSCI0010.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; To be continued...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-114604773073843060?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114604773073843060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114604773073843060&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114604773073843060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114604773073843060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/04/persepolis-during-norooz.html' title='Persepolis During Norooz'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114595407011968315</id><published>2006-04-25T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T03:28:28.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Black Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/samad_behrangi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/samad_behrangi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Death can easily come to my right this moment, very quickly and easily, but i must live as long as I can... I shouldn't go forward to meet it. Of course, if I am someday destined to die, it's okay; I don't mind. What truely matters is not that I live or die, but how my life and death affect others...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Samad Behrangi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iranchamber.com/literature/sbehrangi/samad_behrangi.php"&gt;&lt;a href="www.iranchamber.com/literature/sbehrangi/samad_behrangi.php"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-114595407011968315?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114595407011968315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114595407011968315&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114595407011968315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114595407011968315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/04/little-black-fish.html' title='The Little Black Fish'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114594796647849914</id><published>2006-04-24T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T23:57:30.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wheat Farms Around Persepolis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/DSCI0008.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/DSCI0008.13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/DSCI0007.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/DSCI0007.10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/DSCI0006.9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/DSCI0006.9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/DSCI0009.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/DSCI0009.11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/DSCI0005.16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/DSCI0005.16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-114594796647849914?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114594796647849914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114594796647849914&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114594796647849914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114594796647849914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/04/wheat-farms-around-persepolis.html' title=''/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114569282741479315</id><published>2006-04-22T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T03:20:21.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/parvin01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/parvin01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/parvin01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/Ch_6_Page_42.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/Ch_6_Page_42.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Younge Tree of Desire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh younge tree of desire, live on bearing fruits,&lt;br /&gt;and bloom without spring breeze and beyond that season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year your gardeners will have a fine year,&lt;br /&gt;because of the blessed fruits on every bough of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your branch has won agood name,&lt;br /&gt;and your root is knowledge and effort,&lt;br /&gt;because of the blessed fruits on every bough of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy is he who received your souvenir in harvest time;&lt;br /&gt;for, fortune has offered you the means of endeavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bud on the branch adorns our hand and lap,&lt;br /&gt;make an effort, O sisters, since the chance has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The low position of Irainian women is due&lt;br /&gt;to the lack of knowledge ;&lt;br /&gt;for superiority and worth are in&lt;br /&gt;knowledge for both men and women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This torch of knowledge which is in&lt;br /&gt;our hand today,&lt;br /&gt;will illuminte the path of effort, and realm&lt;br /&gt;of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is incumbent upon every girl to value learning,&lt;br /&gt;so taht no one can call a &lt;strong&gt;boy&lt;/strong&gt; alert but a &lt;strong&gt;girl&lt;/strong&gt; stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In every land a woman has won a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;name through art,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but we were not awakened without a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;headache.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are women deprived of their&lt;br /&gt;deserving right ?&lt;br /&gt;And why is their names omitted from&lt;br /&gt;every book ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A mothr's lap is the first teacher of a child,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and no ignorant mother can bring up an &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;educated child.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With such a distress let us regard Parvin&lt;br /&gt;as an exception;&lt;br /&gt;even though few of us are given wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;of knowledge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parvin E'tessami&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"A collection of Parvin E'tessami's Poems"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rendered in English by Dr. Alaeddin Pazargadi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rahnama publication,2002 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-114569282741479315?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114569282741479315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114569282741479315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114569282741479315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114569282741479315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/04/younge-tree-of-desire-oh-younge-tree.html' title=''/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114544277570649277</id><published>2006-04-19T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T02:03:03.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/DoctorDeath.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/DoctorDeath.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/DoctorDeath.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/old_and_new_hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/400/old_and_new_hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where Is God Then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To my dear father who had heart problems and there was no cure for him.&lt;br /&gt;To my dear father who lived his last five years of his life with an unbelievable hope and never thought about the foolish opinion(Mercy killing). He taught us to be hopeful and struggle. He taught us "God is always here."&lt;br /&gt;To my dear father, the symbol of HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ali was 12 years old. He had a bad accident. He was in comma. His family spent most of their time in the hospital. After one month doctors suggested them euthanasia. It was a shock to them. They didn't accept it and he was conscious after one month and a half."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"The mercitron", it was the first name of suicide machine which Dr Jack Kevorkian built it in 1990 to help Janet Adkins killed her. How we can name a suicide machine the mercitron. How it can have mercy toward our life and our beings. When a child born we are all happy and thank God to give us a beautiful gift but how we can decide the best and greatest gift, our being, to be ended very easily. There are different opinions about mercy killing. Some accept it and some are against it. I myself as a human being, who claim that can think, am against this idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard about mercy killing for the first time, I was shocked and never imagine people can easily forget themselves. I have thought a lot about it and can't accept this foolish idea. Those who have accepted it, have their own reasons. They believe mercy killing can help patients not to suffer from pain. They believe its humans' rights to live or to die. But I can't accept any reasons and have my own reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I'm sure we can't find about accepting mercy killing in any religions and it's human's idea which is a big mistake. God knows when is the time to live or die. Secondly, if we just pay attention to the word "Human being" we can recognize many things. We were nothing and it was God's kindness and compassion which let us exist. When we forget his kindness and compassion, it will be very easy for us to encourage each other to do our wrong ideas. Thirdly, it's fear and escaping from our problems. We decide to kill ourselves or decide for one member of our family who can't decide because we have got blind and can't find the right way. We feel we are weak and can't struggle any more. So the last choice is Death. In fact these people have lost their morality and humility. Fourthly, I think some doctors don't like to work hard. They only think about earning much money not human's life. They suggest mercy killing to their patients because they don't have time and money is much more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my reasons, I think mercy killing is a foolish idea. It just teaches people to afraid and then escape from their problems. It just teaches them to be crazy and foolish. It teaches them to forget their being and value. And the most important things which teaches them to forget are GOD and HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="246" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/400/DoctorDeath.jpg" width="399" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/ushmm73719.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-114544277570649277?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114544277570649277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114544277570649277&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114544277570649277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114544277570649277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/04/where-is-god-then-to-my-dear-father.html' title=''/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114535145704013908</id><published>2006-04-18T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T02:20:33.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/doctor-hesabi_en.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/doctor-hesabi_en.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last week we visited Dr Hessabi's museum.He kept all of the things that he and his family used in their home.It was a very interesting place.You could find many old instruments, clothes, dishes.... There were also his medals and degrees. Dr Hessabi had a very difficult life but he was a successful person.I think we can learn from him.I just can say he was a great person.He was a real human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The world is constantly changing, moving forward and making progress. This evolutionary process would be possible only when people with great minds discover new things and initiate new solutions to the existing problems of the world. The ceaseless endeavor, of these people lead to new inventions and discoveries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The world is indeed indebted to the works of many learned people who eagerly spend much of their lives to discover the hidden forces of the world and create new theories. These people are indeed the engine of the world’s movement and dynamism. In all ages such people lived and contributed to the well being of mankind. In the past many well-known learned scientists mastered various subjects such as mathematics, astronomy, philosophy, medicine and etc., mainly due to the limited scope of these fields at that time. But as the time passed and man’s knowledge in each field grew, the scientists’ field of specialization became more focused. However, there remained a few scientists whose curiosity and talent led them to master several fields of knowledge and they were able to meaningfully contribute to the world in many different areas. Professor Hessaby was one of these scientists who was able to master several fields of science. Therefore he can be considered a great person with great ideas and a great mind.&lt;br /&gt;Professor Mahmoud Hessaby was born in 1903 in Tafresh, Iran, he lived 89 years and died in 1992. During his life he lived, studied and worked in different countries. In his early years of life he went to Lebanon, where he completed secondary school and studied Civil Engineering, Mathematics, History, Literature, Biology and Astronomy. He then went to Paris and studied Electrical and Mining Engineering and received degrees for them. Then he finally turned to physics and at the age of 25 he received his Ph.D. in this field. He once said that "I went first into medicine, then into Engineering and then I decided that it was physics, which could keep me busy and captivate me" (qtd. in "A Brief Biography of Professor Mahmud Hessaby" 16). He then went to Princeton, U.S.A. to work on his theory. After the completion of his work he went back to Iran, and greatly contributed to the development and modernization of his country.&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons that Professor Hessaby can be considered a great mind is his endless desire for knowledge that led him to study and master several fields of science. Dr. HadadAdel, one of the Iranian philosophers, said that, "Professor Hessaby was not only knowledgeable and a learned scientist but also he was very humble and was known for his sincere behavior " ("Dr. Hessaby, a man with lots of abilities" 29). He studied and researched in different subjects and was able to make great contributions in most of them. Such achievements are the result of deep curiosity and strong talent and intelligence that could not be found in ordinary people. He also taught different subjects at various universities and gave new and interesting ideas in each of them.&lt;br /&gt;The other aspect that makes him a great mind is his well-known theory of "Infinitely extended particles". After Professor Hessaby obtained his Ph.D. in Physics he continued his research in U.S.A. That was when Professor Hessaby met with Professor Albert Einstein. Professor Hessaby was the only Iranian who closely worked with Professor Einstein. Professor Hessaby’s theories and his views were different from those of Professor Einstein’s, but he still continued to work closely with Professor Einstein. He worked on his theory in Princeton, Chicago and preformed many different experiments to verify his theory. He published the results of his research in 1946 at Princeton University. His theory "Infinitely extended particles" is well known among scientists and made him a senior member of the New York academy of science. Professor Einstein once said about him that "One day he will change the direction of physics in the world."("Dr Hessaby, infinitely extended particles" 7). In 1973 the medal of "Commandeur de la Legion", France’s greatest scientific medal was awarded to him for his great theory.&lt;br /&gt;The other point that makes Professor Hessaby a great mind, is his loyalty and great services to his country. Dr. Hadad Adel said that, "Professor Hessaby did not use science as a mean to earn money, but to serve humanity" ("Dr. Hessaby, a man with lots of abilities" 31). He taught seven generations of Iranian students. He is one of the very few who transferred modern science and technology from all over the world to Iran. He also played a significant role in the establishment of Universities and scientific centers in Iran. Professor Hessaby established the first University in Iran called Tehran U. Due to his invaluable services, in 1990 he was given the title of "The Father of Physics" and he was a pioneer of modern science in Iran.&lt;br /&gt;Every five years The American Biographical Institute (ABI) and The International Biographical Center (IBC) select a list of five thousand scientists from all over the world. Among these scientists only one person is chosen as the "World Man of the Year in Science". In 1990 these two institutes gave this title to Professor Mahmoud Hessaby.&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion Professor Hessaby was a great person both in the history of the science and for the modernization of his country. He had an endless quest for knowledge and succeeded in developing valuable theories, such as the "infinitely extended particles". One of the great things he did was the modification of Newton’s law of gravity and Columbus’ law. Professor Hessaby knew eleven different languages, such as Persian, English, French, Arabic, German, Italian, Greek and etc. What makes professor Hessaby unique is the numerous services he rendered for his country, such as Establishment of Tehran U., the teachers collage the first meteorological station and radiological center in Iran. He also founded the space research center, the geophysics institute and the satellite tracking observatory center of Iran. It is interesting to know that professor Hessaby also mastered Persian literature, played piano and violin and established the first Iranian institute of music. Professor Hessaby’s life, his struggles, his tireless and intense interest in the quest of science as well as his deep interest in teaching the youth, and his commitment to the scientific progress of his country provides a living example and model for the students of science.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.irib.ir/occasions/HESABI/HESABIEN.HTM"&gt;http://http://www.irib.ir/occasions/HESABI/HESABIEN.HTM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-114535145704013908?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114535145704013908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114535145704013908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114535145704013908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114535145704013908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/04/great-man.html' title='A Great Man'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114508308258787574</id><published>2006-04-14T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T01:12:25.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Cups of Coffee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;hen things in your lives seem almost too much&lt;br /&gt;to handle, when 24 hours in a&lt;br /&gt;day are not enough,remember the mayonnaise jar and the&lt;br /&gt;2 cups of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; professor stood before his philosophy class and had&lt;br /&gt;some items in front of&lt;br /&gt;him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a&lt;br /&gt;very large and empty&lt;br /&gt;mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf&lt;br /&gt;balls. He then asked the&lt;br /&gt;students if the jar was full. They agreed that&lt;br /&gt;it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;he professor then picked up a box of pebbles and&lt;br /&gt;poured them into the jar.&lt;br /&gt;He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the&lt;br /&gt;open areas between&lt;br /&gt;the golf balls. He then asked the students again if&lt;br /&gt;the jar was full.&lt;br /&gt;Theyagreed it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;he professor next picked up a box of sand and poured&lt;br /&gt;it into the jar. Of&lt;br /&gt;course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked&lt;br /&gt;once more if the jar&lt;br /&gt;was full. The students responded with an unanimous&lt;br /&gt;"yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;he professor then produced two cups of coffee from&lt;br /&gt;under the table and poured&lt;br /&gt;the entire contents into the jar effectivelyfilling&lt;br /&gt;the empty space&lt;br /&gt;between the sand.&lt;br /&gt;The students laughed.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ow," said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I&lt;br /&gt;want you to recognize&lt;br /&gt;that this jar represents your life. The golf balls&lt;br /&gt;are the important&lt;br /&gt;things--your family, your children, your health, your&lt;br /&gt;friends and your&lt;br /&gt;favorite passions---and if everything else was lost&lt;br /&gt;and only they remained,&lt;br /&gt;your life would still be full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;he pebbles are the other things that matter like your job,&lt;br /&gt;your house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; andyour car. The sand is everything else---the small&lt;br /&gt;stuff. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you put the&lt;br /&gt;sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;room for the pebbles or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; the golf balls.The same goes for life. If you spend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all your time and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;energy on the small stuff you will never have room for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the things that are important to you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;ay attention to the things that are critical to your &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happiness. Play with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your children. Take time to get medical checkups. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take your spouse out to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to clean the house and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first---the things that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sand."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;ne of the students raised her hand and inquired what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the coffeere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;presented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;asked. It just goes to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;show you that no matter how full your life may seem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's always room for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-114508308258787574?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114508308258787574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114508308258787574&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114508308258787574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114508308258787574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/04/mayonnaise-jar-and-2-cups-of-coffee.html' title=''/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114508182332524057</id><published>2006-04-14T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T00:14:13.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Housework degrading ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/libp1373.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/libp1373.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/libp1373.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/libp1373.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's early in the morning. We are all asleep. Mommy has to get up earlier than us because she has to do housework, cleaning, washing, dusting, cooking…. She sometimes gets tired and likes to have other entertainments and be relaxed. She likes to do housework or she feels housework is degrading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the women's law, it depends on women to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;work at home. No one can oblige them to do housework. But what makes them to work at home? If you talk to women about doing housework, you'll get each of them has a different opinion. Some of them love housework. Some of them like to have a neat and tidy house and some of them hate housework. But even those who hate doing housework try to do it and those who have servants supervise them very carefully and ask them to do their best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this question will raise that "Is housework degrading?" Firstly we should search which reasons create this opinion. Surely there are different reasons and I'm trying to mention some of them. First, most of people in the society especially men have been grown up with this idea that women must work at home and it's their first and last duty. Second, it is women's faults who have accepted this idea and thought doing housework is the best way for having a good life. They have been taught a clean house, a delicious food are things which make their life friendly and warm. Third, most of women weren't aware of their rights. Even today women don't know enough about their rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As new windows of technology and modernism was opening to the world women tried to watch everything with wide open eyes. They found themselves. They recognized their abilities are limited by just doing housework. The first step was learning about their rights. They wanted to work outside to show their abilities and they were very successful. Even by working outside they tried to do housework very well. In fact they showed that they have a great ability which helps them to do works simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gives women devotion and passion and these gifts make them to try the best for having a warm and friendly home. They know that their husbands enjoy living in a neat and tidy house. They like to eat delicious food and are glad when everything is in its right place and can find it easily. So women try hard and they just want their families' respect and support. They want them to value their work especially those who work outside. Because they have more difficulties and have to try more and more. In fact, this idea that housework is degrading will appear when men want to restrict women and don't let them to show their abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In brief, if we want to have a glance on women's history, we'll get it that everything was degrading for women in the first step. But by trying hard they have changed these opinions and the positive changes have shown them a bright way. So every work is degrading till we don't change our mind and thought about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.findaproperty.com/%20library/libp1373.jpg"&gt;http://www.findaproperty.com/ library/libp1373.jpg&lt;/a&gt; library/libp1373.jpg(picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-114508182332524057?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114508182332524057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114508182332524057&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114508182332524057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114508182332524057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/04/is-housework-degrading.html' title='Is Housework degrading ?'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114456009656955751</id><published>2006-04-08T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T22:21:36.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;A mouse looked&lt;br /&gt;through the crack in the wall&lt;br /&gt;to see the farmer&lt;br /&gt;and his wife open a package.&lt;br /&gt;"What food might this contain?"&lt;br /&gt;The mouse wondered -&lt;br /&gt;he was devastated to discover&lt;br /&gt;it was a mousetrap&lt;br /&gt;Returning to the farmyard,&lt;br /&gt;the mouse proclaimed the warning:&lt;br /&gt;"There is a mousetrap in the house!&lt;br /&gt;There is a mousetrap in the house!"&lt;br /&gt;The chicken clucked and scratched,&lt;br /&gt;raised her head and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Mouse,I can tell this is a grave concern to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but it is of no consequence to me.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be bothered by it&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;The mouse turned to the pig and told him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;"There is a mousetrap in the house!&lt;br /&gt;There is a mousetrap in the house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;"The pig sympathized, but said,&lt;br /&gt;"I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but there is nothing I can do about it but pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Be assured you are in my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;The mouse turned to the cow and said&lt;br /&gt;"There is a mousetrap in the house!&lt;br /&gt;There is a mousetrap in the house!"The cow said,&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, Mr. Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;but it's no skin off my nose&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;So, the mouse returned to the house,&lt;br /&gt;head down and dejected,&lt;br /&gt;to face the farmer's mousetrap alone.&lt;br /&gt;That very night a sound was heard&lt;br /&gt;throughout the house -&lt;br /&gt;like the sound of a mousetrap&lt;br /&gt;catching it s prey.&lt;br /&gt;The farmer's wife rushed to see&lt;br /&gt;what was caught.&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;she did not see&lt;br /&gt;it was a venomous snake&lt;br /&gt;whose tail the trap had caught.&lt;br /&gt;The snake bit the farmer's wife.&lt;br /&gt;The farmer rushed her to the hospital,&lt;br /&gt;and she returned home with a fever.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows you treat a fever&lt;br /&gt;with fresh chicken soup,&lt;br /&gt;so the farmer took his hatchet&lt;br /&gt;to the farmyard&lt;br /&gt;for the soup's main ingredient&lt;br /&gt;But his wife's sickness continued,&lt;br /&gt;so friends and neighbors&lt;br /&gt;came to sit with her around the clock.&lt;br /&gt;To feed them,&lt;br /&gt;the farmer butchered the pig.&lt;br /&gt;The farmer's wife did not get well;&lt;br /&gt;she died.&lt;br /&gt;So many people came for her funeral,&lt;br /&gt;the farmer had the cow slaughtered&lt;br /&gt;to provide enough meat for all of them.&lt;br /&gt;The mouse looked upon it&lt;br /&gt;all from his crack in the wall&lt;br /&gt;with great sadness.&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time&lt;br /&gt;you hear someone&lt;br /&gt;is facing a problem&lt;br /&gt;and think it doesn't concern you,&lt;br /&gt;remember --&lt;br /&gt;when one of us is threatened,&lt;br /&gt;we are all at risk.&lt;br /&gt;We are all involved&lt;br /&gt;in this journey called life.&lt;br /&gt;We must keep an eye out for one another&lt;br /&gt;and make an extra effort&lt;br /&gt;to encourage one another.&lt;br /&gt;Send this to everyone&lt;br /&gt;who has ever helped you outand let them know&lt;br /&gt;how important they are.&lt;br /&gt;Remember:&lt;br /&gt;Each of us&lt;br /&gt;is a vital threadin another person's tapestry;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our lives are&lt;br /&gt;woven together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a reason.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-114456009656955751?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114456009656955751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114456009656955751&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114456009656955751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114456009656955751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/04/mouse-looked-through-crack-in-wall-to.html' title=''/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114413811962026887</id><published>2006-04-04T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T23:19:47.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I was checking my mail to see those who left their comments on my blog. My dear cousin, IM, send me this beautiful article and I want to share it with others. I really thank him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NAIL IN THE FENCE.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you read all the way down to the last sentence.&lt;br /&gt;(Most importantly the last sentence)&lt;br /&gt;There once was a little boy who had a bad&lt;br /&gt;temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails&lt;br /&gt;and told him that every time he lost his&lt;br /&gt;temper, he must hammer a nail into the back&lt;br /&gt;of the fence. The first day the boy had&lt;br /&gt;driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next&lt;br /&gt;few weeks, as he learned to control his&lt;br /&gt;anger, the number of nails hammered daily&lt;br /&gt;gradually dwindled down. He discovered&lt;br /&gt;it was easier to hold his temper than to&lt;br /&gt;drive those nails into the fence.&lt;br /&gt;Finally the day came when the boy didn't&lt;br /&gt;lose his temper at all. He told his father&lt;br /&gt;about it and the father suggested that the&lt;br /&gt;boy now pull out one nail for each day that&lt;br /&gt;he was able to hold his temper.&lt;br /&gt;The days passed and the young boy was finally&lt;br /&gt;able to tell his father that all the nails&lt;br /&gt;were gone. The father took his son by the&lt;br /&gt;hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You&lt;br /&gt;have done well, my son, but look at the&lt;br /&gt;holes in the fence. The fence will never be&lt;br /&gt;the same. When you say things in anger,&lt;br /&gt;they leave a scar just like this one. You&lt;br /&gt;can put a knife in a man and draw it out.&lt;br /&gt;It won't matter how many times you say I'm&lt;br /&gt;sorry, the wound is still there. " A verbal&lt;br /&gt;wound is as bad as a physical one.&lt;br /&gt;Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They&lt;br /&gt;make you smile and encourage you to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;They lend an ear, they share words of praise&lt;br /&gt;and they always want to open their hearts to us."&lt;br /&gt;It's National Friendship Week. Show your&lt;br /&gt;friends how much you care. Send this to&lt;br /&gt;everyone you consider a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, even if&lt;br /&gt;it means sending it back to the person who&lt;br /&gt;sent it to you. If it comes back to you,&lt;br /&gt;then you'll know you have a circle of friends.&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE MY FRIEND AND I AM HONORED! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Now send this to every friend you have!! And to&lt;br /&gt;your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please forgive me if I have ever left a hole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-114413811962026887?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114413811962026887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114413811962026887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114413811962026887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114413811962026887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-i-was-checking-my-mail-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114413337651521728</id><published>2006-04-03T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:38:56.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Persepolis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/DSCI0014.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/DSCI0014.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 7th of Norooz.I decided to go to Persepolis to take pictures for my web log. Two of my sisters, Zahra and Laleh, and two of my nieces, Mahsa and Elmira, decided to come with me. I suggested them to go on foot and they all accepted. Tomorrow morning we got up at six o'clock and at 6:10 we were all with each other. At first we were energetic and had fun. We enjoyed watching beautiful wheat farms which reflected sun rays. The weather was very nice.It was a mild weather and gave us energy. We were joking and talking about different things with each other. But Zahra and Laleh were slow. Mahsa and I were walking faster than them and Elmira was walking with them. I took some pictures before we arrived. We have four kilometers to arrive that they decided to come by taxi but Elmira persuaded them to walk. Mahsa and I walked faster and faster and they were talking. Suddenly they got we had gone so they got a taxi to catch us. When they came they were hungry and wanted to eat breakfast but I want to visit Persepolis because it was going to be crowded second by second and I don't like it. So they went to a garden to eat breakfast and we went to buy ticket. After buying ticket I called Zahra and she asked me to come and eat breakfast. We went to that garden and eat with them. We took some pictures with two small poppies and then left the garden. Now we were separating from each other. Zahra had to go home because her little son was at home and Laleh went with her because she can just complain about everything. My nieces and I were going to visit Persepolis for hundred times. It was really crowded. Persepolis is one of the places which we come for our vacations and weekends. But I don't like to go there during Norooz as it will be so crowded. I took pictures and then climbed Rahmat Mountain to visit Ardeshir's tomb. After that we went to a coffee shop and drink orange juice with cake. By leaving coffee shop we saw a Japanese tourist. I took a picture with him and talked to him. He wanted to stay in Fars province for one week. It was 11 Am we went down to visit some tents which were there and sold traditional handicrafts. After that we went to shops which sold books about Persepolis, Shiraz… and others sold handicrafts. A lot of people were eating there. Then we visited a fair which was handicrafts of all provinces of Iran. Listening to our traditional music was really enjoyable for us. They sold CDs of our traditional dancing too. We are all proud of living near Persepolis. But I advice you not to go anywhere with lazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pictures and my article about Passargad will be added soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-114413337651521728?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114413337651521728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114413337651521728&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114413337651521728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114413337651521728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/04/persepolis.html' title='Persepolis'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114335885518323133</id><published>2006-03-25T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T23:40:55.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/DSCI0014.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/DSCI0014.1.jpg" 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/23150982-114335885518323133?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114335885518323133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114335885518323133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114335885518323133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114335885518323133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114335786138021652</id><published>2006-03-25T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T00:10:03.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/0%20(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/0%20%2811%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh Lord! Please teach your friends that Love is better than Life; and please teach your better friends that friendship is higher than Love!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To The Youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...you know and everybody knows that life has failed to bring the light of hope to my eyes, draw a smile on my face, and create joy in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;You know and everybody knows that being tortured for you, being imprisoned for you and suffering for your sake has been the only joy I have ever had.....it is from your joy that I feel comfort, it is your freedom that brings the light of hope to my sight, it is your comfort that I feel relaxed in my heart....I cannot speak well or write well...please note the hidden force under my simple lousy words.. please understand... please understand ! I love you and consider you my only friend; all my life, all the days and nights, every moment of my life is a witness to my love and dedication for you. Your freedom is my doctrine, your success is my affection, your future is my only hope! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ِDr. Ali Shariati &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-114335786138021652?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114335786138021652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114335786138021652&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114335786138021652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114335786138021652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-lord-please-teach-your-friends-that.html' title=''/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114328346441834436</id><published>2006-03-25T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T23:21:44.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/DSCI0008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/DSCI0008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spending first day of Norooz with my dear father... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/23150982-114328346441834436?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114328346441834436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114328346441834436&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114328346441834436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114328346441834436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/03/spending-first-day-of-norooz-with-my_25.html' title=''/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114323837006211151</id><published>2006-03-24T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T02:51:18.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New Year, When I hear this word I really feel that I must change not even just me everyone has to change .Each year all days will be passed good or bad but we don't try to change even a little. When I passed one year and want to start a new year first I thanks God that I have another chance to see all beauties in spring again, I have time to change, grow and teach myself to be pure like children. It's so difficult but when I see how my dear mother, nature, changes I try to learn from her.&lt;br /&gt;All of her children bloom, all of them grow and green and I'm one of them but I'm a human. Humans think they are the best but usually they do the worst. Humans think what they think and do is right and they don't need to change and sometimes they remember and want to be another person but everything has finished and it's time to go. I don't like to write a lot in this new year I just want to remind everyone especially myself that God gives us another chance to change, to be the best and celebrate Norooz so use your time in the best way and find the best way for your life especially this year that we celebrate Norooz with name of Emam Hossein(p.b.u.h).I'm sure it will be a year full of happiness for all Irainian in the world. I hope not just Irainian but all people around the world live happily.&lt;br /&gt;(I myself didn't understand what I was writing but I had to write .I was really depressed and it helped me to find where I am.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;Happy Norooz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ساقیا آمدن عید مبارک بادت &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وان مواعید که کردی مرود از یادت&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ya Hossein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-114323837006211151?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114323837006211151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114323837006211151&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114323837006211151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114323837006211151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-year-when-i-hear-this-word-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114323678857420904</id><published>2006-03-24T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T23:33:12.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiencing Is a Journey Full of Excitement  !</title><content type='html'>Experiencing is a way to make progress and learning more and more. I like to experience all good new things in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Internet is a wonderful expanded world in this modern world which can help us to learn and teach each other. Making a blog was very enjoyable for me. It gives me the chance to introduce my city, my costumes and try to have a good communication with others.&lt;br /&gt;When I was making my blog, everything was ok because I was doing it step by step and in all steps I was explained what to do. Just entering keyword was really miserable. I entered it three times till it was accepted!&lt;br /&gt;Everything has its own difficulties and I try to learn from all problems and difficulties. When we pass them we will feel how easy they were and it's our victory which was hidden and we found it and didn't miss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-114323678857420904?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114323678857420904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114323678857420904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114323678857420904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114323678857420904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/03/experiencing-is-journey-full-of.html' title='Experiencing Is a Journey Full of Excitement  !'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114323394369439130</id><published>2006-03-24T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T12:59:03.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-114323394369439130?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114323394369439130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114323394369439130&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114323394369439130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114323394369439130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114304134403245292</id><published>2006-03-22T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T07:44:01.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NOROOZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/DSCI0002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/DSCI0002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iranian New Year, NoRuz, Is A Celebration Of Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="www.farsinet.com/noruz/history.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.farsinet.com/noruz/history.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History of The Persian New Year by Iraj Bashiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oldest of Iranian traditions, Nowruz (also referred to as eyd-i sar-i sal and eyd-i sal-i now) recalls the cosmological and mythological times of Iran. Its founder is a deputy of Ahura Mazda on earth, a position that imparts to him and the celebration a spiritual dimension and a particular sense of secular authority. The celebration is organized according to the dynamics of love between the Creator and his creation, the material world. The annual return of the spirits of the departed to their homes is celebrated by their offsprings according to primordial rites of which only a faint trace remains among the Persians and the Parsees of today. But that in no way diminishes the importance of the bond which is refreshed at every Nowruz.&lt;br /&gt;The word "Nowruz" is a compound of two Persian words, "now" which has the same etymology as the English word "new" and means new, and the word "ruz" which means both "day" and "time." Literally meaning the "new day," nowruz is usually translated as "new year." The Persian Nowruz begins on the first day of spring (usually the 21st of March). The 21st of March, therefore, is equal to the 1st day of Farvardin of the Islamic solar calendar.&lt;br /&gt;In the mind of Iranians, the word nowruz invokes colorful images which are sumptuous, elegant, and opulent as well as delightfully simple, refreshing, and cordial. Although colored with vestiges of Iran's Mazdian and Zoroastrian past, the Nowruz celebration is neither religious or national in nature, nor is it an ethnic celebration. Jewish, Zoroastrian, Armenian and Turkish Iranians and Central Asians celebrate the Nowruz with the same enthusiasm and sense of belonging. Perhaps it is this very universal nature of the message of Nowruz that speaks to its wealth of rites and customs as well as to its being identified as the unique fount of continuity of the Iranian culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preparation for Welcoming the Nowruz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Sabzeh and Khane tekani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation for the Nowruz begins early in March with sprouting of sabzeh (lentil, wheat, or barley seeds) and a thorough khane tekani (house cleaning). The former harks back to the agrarian background of the Iranian tribes that celebrated the main transitions in the climate that dictated the dynamics of their lives. The latter, which entails washing carpets, painting the house, and cleaning the yard and the attic, stems from the Zoroastrians' preoccupation with cleanliness as a measure for keeping Evil away from the kingdom of Good.&lt;br /&gt;Symbolically, khane tekani signals to the spirits of the ancestors that their kin are ready and willing to entertain them. In other words, they are invited to descend on their previous homes to help them nourish the growth of the sabzeh, the main source of their sustenance which has been depleted during the long and cold days of winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kharid-i Nowruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The sprouting of seeds and house cleaning are followed by kharid-i Nowruzi (Nowruz shopping). Nowruz shopping, a family affair performed mostly to engage the children in the celebration, must include all the members. Everyone must be measured and outfitted with new clothes, shoes, hats, and the like. In addition, as we shall see below, the sofreh (Nowruz display cloth) requires certain items--sweetmeats, confectioneries, candles, fruits, and nuts--which are also bought at this time. In addition to what is bought, women of the household bake various types of sweet breads and sew special clothes for the little ones. At the end a trip must be made to the bank for acquiring shiny, new coins and crisp, fresh banknotes to give out as eydi (gift) and for the sofreh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Khwajah Piruz (Haji Firuz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The month during which Nowruz celebrations are held is an extraordinary time in the life of the community. In ancient times this aspect of Nowruz was so prominent that the mayors of towns were literally displaced by the most victorious person in carrying out the commands of Ahura Mazda and his six holy immortals. This victorious (piruz) khwaja or lord was given the rule of the realm for the period. As a part of his duties, Khwaja Piruz saw to it that all the people of the realm were provided with the amenities and joy that were due them. In time, especially after the fall of Iran to the Arabs who would not relinquish rule to defeated foes, the office of Khwaja Piruz deteriorated into its Arabized form, Haji Firuz. Only the duty of stimulating laughter and providing a good time has remained of what must have been a complex set of social. Today, Haji Firuz is no more than a spectacle that occurs during the last few weeks before Nowruz. He and his troupe of musicians appear on the streets and alleyways all over the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known as the traditional herald of the Nowruz, Haji Firuz is a black-faced character clad in bright red clothes and a felt hat playing a tambourine and singing, "haji firuze, sali ye ruze." (It is Haji Firuz time. It happens one day a year!). People of all ages gather around him and his troupe of musicians and listen to them play the drum, saz or kamancheh and dance. Those who are impressed with the troupe's performance shower it with coins and paper money.&lt;br /&gt;Often, well-to-do Iranians invite Haji Firuz to their home to perform for their wife and daughters who would otherwise never see Haji Firuz in action on the street. Here the group plays popular folk music, performs a variety of comic routines, and tells jokes. At the end of the performance the members are invited to a nice Nowruz meal and are handsomely compensated for their contribution with an eydi (Nowruz gift).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charshanbe Souri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual Nowruz ceremonies begin on the eve of the last Wednesday of the out-going year. Early in the evening of that day, referred to as charshanbe souri or "Red Wednesday," several rather large bonfires are made; every member of the family jumps over the fire and says, "sorkhi-e to az man, zardi-e man az to," which literally means "Give me your redness and take away my wintry sallow complexion). The jumping over the fire is followed by a get together in which nuts and fruits are served. This party is mostly for the benefit of the children of the family who are entertained, long into the night, with stories that they will remember with joy throughout their lives.&lt;br /&gt;While the party goes on the fire dies out. The ashes are gathered and, as the symbol of the bad luck imposed by winter, are taken out of the house and buried in the fields. When the person in charge of burying the ashes returns and knocks on the door, those who are in the house ask, "Who is it?"&lt;br /&gt;"It is I," says the person returning. "Where are you coming from?" "From a wedding," is the response. "What are you bringing with you?" is the last question. "Happiness and mirth," is the response.&lt;br /&gt;Only then the door is opened and the herald of the new life, who has warded off the bad omen and the evil eye, is ushered in.&lt;br /&gt;Fire is of particular significance in ancient Iranian cultures. The charshanbe souri fire might have been related to the signals sent to the spirits of the departed to guide them to their previous abodes to enjoy the prayers that their descendants perform for their benefit. The fact that traditionally the fires were lit on the roofs of houses speaks directly the necessity of the fire to be distinct and visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qashoq zani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As part of the charshanbe souri festivities, and very much like Halloween, children--sometimes accompanied by adults--visit their neighbor's houses in disguise. The disguise is usually something like a veil (chador) covering the entire body. Each member of the party carries an empty metal bowl and a metal spoon. At the neighbor's door, they create a chorus with banging the spoons on the bowl and on the door. The neighbor opens the door and places a treat in each visitor's bowl. The party then proceeds to the next house. As a rule, the members of the party must remain silent and anonymous throughout the process. Often boys and girls who otherwise would have no occasion to see each other, meet across the threshold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Falgush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A more culturally interesting aspect of the charshanbe souri celebration is the falgush performed by girls in their teens and young unmarried women. For this, the teenagers or the unmarried women huddle in the corners of dark alleys and listen to the conversations of passersby. The contents of the first sentence of a conversation exchanged is regarded as an omen (fal) or portent for the future. For instance, if a young girl hopes to get married sometime during the next year and hears the following, "There is no way that any sane person would say no to such an offer..." she would be elated. Conversely, if she hears some thing like, "Do you think we didn't try? It's like talking to a brick wall,..." she would be utterly disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tup-i Morvari&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tup-i morvari or pearl cannon was a large cannon kept at the Arg (citadel) of Tehran. Studded with pearls, the cannon was rolled out on charshanbe souri night. Tehrani women, wishing to get married in the coming year, climbed on the cannon and walked under it hoping that their wish would come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gereh Gushai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have encountered problems for which there has been no solution often stop the first passerby crossing their path and ask him or her to undo a knot they have tied in a shirt tale. The willingness or unwillingness of the strange passerby to undo the knot is an omen for the resolution of the problem in the coming year.&lt;br /&gt;Pishvaz-i Nowruz&lt;br /&gt;Still as a part of the charshanbe souri festivities the family places several low-denomination coins (pul-i siyah), a piece of charcoal, seeds of the wild rue, and a piece of rock salt in a new earthen water jar. The jar then is taken up to the roof and from the edge of the roof, the content of the jar is tossed off into the street. While filling the jar the person says, "My pains and misfortunes into the jar!" and when tossing the contents, says, "My pains and misfortunes onto the street!" Serving as a preventative measure, the items in the jar have the power to foil any attempt by Evil at harming the family during the coming year. Often water is also added to the contents to aid the absorption of evil and to make it sink deeper into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shab-i Jo'e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The dinner for the Thursday before Nowruz must include pilau and chicken. Fulfilling this ritual would assure a similar dinner at least once in a week for the entire duration of the coming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sofreh-i Nowruz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days before the arrival of Nowruz, a rather large table cloth is spread on the floor of the main room of the house and the following items are placed on it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighted candles, which represent the goodness and warmth that enters life with the coming of spring and the dissipation of evil that has had the world in its cold grip, are placed on the sofreh. In a large setting, an open fire would replace the candles. The number of the candles must be the same as the number of the offspring in the household. Often an egg accompanies each candle. It should be mentioned that the candles on displays must be allowed to burn themselves out. It is bad luck to blow out a candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.farsinet.com/injil/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holy Book&lt;br /&gt;A copy of family's holy book (i.e, Avesta, Torah, Injil (Bible), or Qur'an - depending on the faith to which the family belongs) is placed in a prominent place on the sofreh. The holy scripture refreshes the bond between the faithful and the source of good emanating from the light.&lt;br /&gt;Haftsin or seven edible things the names of which in Persian begin with the letter "sin" or "s" are placed in a tray or otherwise placed next to each other on the sofreh. Sib (apple), somaq (sumac), sir (garlic), samanu (a paste made with wheat sprouts), senjed (jujube fruit), sohan (a candy made with honey and nuts), siyahdane (sesame seeds), serke (vinegar), and sangak (bread baked on a bed of rocks) are the usual edible items from among which seven are chosen. Since the edible items on the haft-sin are not to be eaten until after the change of seasons, often non-edibles such as sekke (coins), sonbol (hyacinth), spand (the wild rue), sepestan (sebestens), samovar (samovar), or sabzeh (wheat or lentil sprouts) are substituted. The seven "sin"s symbolically recall Ahura Mazda and the six Amesha Spentas who help him regulate the affairs of man according to the "din" or order prescribed by Ahura Mazda's Ahuric Order. It should be added that today the seven "sin"s are interpreted rather differently, as the following example illustrates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;amanu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweetness, fertility, having many children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;enjed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;medicine for recovering from evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;health, natural beauty, fragrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;omaq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;color of the sun at sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;erkeh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;age and patience; wards off bitterness in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ohan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweetness in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;abzeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;purity, opulence, and good fortune&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, these interpretations are not sanctioned by any particular authority or based on any overall analysis of the theological and/or cosmological values that ancient Iranians might have had for them. What else can be an apt interpretation of sekke (coin) in this context but affluence, wealth, and prosperity? Ironically, this is one of the "s's" that comes into fruition right after the tahvil-i sal. The coins which equal the number of family members, are distributed among the members by the family patriarch (grandfather or father).&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, it should be mentioned that haft-sin could have been haft-shin--shir (milk), shekar (sugar), shahd (nectar), sharbat (compote), shane (comb), sharab (wine), and sham' (candle)--in pre-Islamic times. "Shin" has been changed to "sin" to accomodate Islam's disapproval of sharab or wine. Why that one item could not have been replaced with a different item befinning with "shin" is not known.&lt;br /&gt;Other traditions relate haft-sin or haft-shin to seven trays (sini) filled with seven delicious food items or seven different growing seeds, or seven varieties of nuts offered to the king. Others consider the seven "s's" to have been Life, Health, Happiness, Prosperity, Joy, and Beauty, all forming the seventh "s" which, according to Zoroastrian traditions, represents Truth.&lt;br /&gt;Still others contend that while the first tray to Ahura Mazda was empty (Truth is a combination of things with no substance of its own), the other six trays were filled with flowers, sugar, milk, cheese, yogurt, butter, cream, eggs, water, mirrors, candelabra, burning coal, silver, and gold. These items, according to this belief, represent Truth, Good thought, Dominion, Piety, Prosperity, Immortality, and Obedience.&lt;br /&gt;A mirror placed on the sofreh face up with a plain hard-boiled egg placed on it in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;A bowl of clear water with an orange and a leaf of a rose bush floating in it.&lt;br /&gt;Live goldfish in a bowl of clear water&lt;br /&gt;The barley, lentil, or wheat sprouts that had been growing since early March decorated with a red ribbon around the outside and an orange seated in the center.&lt;br /&gt;In addition to these there are representatives of the other kingdoms sustaining life on earth, i.e., products from the animal kingdom in the form of cheese and yogurt, the plant kingdom in the form of flour, vegetables, rice, and of the water kingdom in the form of the goldfish are also placed on the sofreh. Pomegranates and pussy willows also are sometimes seen. The latter is especially important as it blossoms at this very time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;An upright mirror and plenty of colored eggs, cookies, and various types of fruits and sweets, candies, and nuts are added to decorate the sofreh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa'at-i tahvil Sa'at-i tahvil means the hour during which the old year ends and the new year begins. In an Iranian house, during the Nowruz celebration, sa'at- tahvil is a most crucial moment in the life of the family, especially with regard to forgiving past failings, putting away petty frictions that would otherwise fester into conflicts, and looking forward to more constructive relations. And, of course, this is the moment when the egg rolls on the mirror and the orange flips over in the bowl of water. The moment is announced by the resounding boom of cannons fired in the square, by a brief speech delivered by the leader of the nation, and by the debut of a popular song contributed by a popular favorite artist.&lt;br /&gt;Just before the change of the year, all members of the family, in their new clothes and holding a new coin in their hand for good luck, gather around the haft-sin display and, quietly and patiently, watch the solitary white egg on the mirror. Each one imagines a huge bullfish in the ocean of time carrying the world on one of its horns. Any moment now, the bullfish will toss the world over to the other horn, resulting in a tremor that will dislodge the egg and send it rolling to the side of the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the egg rolls, the members of the family, rejoicing, kiss each other, exchange Nowruz greetings, eid-i shoma mobarak! (May you have an auspicious new year!), and proceed, especially in the case of children, to make the rounds of the elders of the family first and of the neighborhood. Adults, too, have a set schedule of visits and of receiving visitors.&lt;br /&gt;As a rule, the patriarch of the house stays home until all those younger, and lower in rank, than him come and pay their respects, then he would return those visits. Visits are short. Sweets and tea are the most often served items. The rounds of visitations might last as long as thirteen days.&lt;br /&gt;Beliefs attached to Sa'at-i tahvil&lt;br /&gt;Several beliefs related to sa'at-i tahvil are interesting. The first thing to eat, for instance, should be an egg; because it is believed that eggs ensure good fortune. In fact, in some traditions, the patriarch of the family must eat all the eggs that have accompanied the candles placed for each offspring on the sofreh! The first person who enters the house after sa'at-i tahvil might decide the good or bad fortune that would visit the house in the next year. Often a member of the family known to be blessed with good fortune is sent out to become the first visitor. Things brought into the house, especially their color, also have the potential of influencing the course of the future of the family. The color white is regarded auspicious. Black is believed to be associated with grief and strife. Even the place where the individual is at sa'at-i tahvil is significant in that he or she might be stuck to that or a similar location for the entire duration of the coming year. In this context, therefore, one tends not to be anywhere near schools, offices, or the bazaar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sizdah Bedar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nowruz ceremonies end on the thirteenth day of the first month of the new year. On that day almost all the people leave the towns and villages and spend a day in the countryside enjoying the beautiful weather that accompanies the change of seasons. During this outing the sabzeh that had been displayed and with it, all the sins, worries, and concerns of the past are thrown into running water. The new year then begins with a fresh slate on the 14th of the month.&lt;br /&gt;With regard to the sabzeh, it should be noted that some rural folk might plant the sabzeh rather than throw it into running water. It should also be noted that one should not touch other peoples' sabzeh on that day. Before the sabzeh is thrown, girls at the age of being married and unmarried women often tie the blades of the sabzeh saying, "sal-i digar, khane-i showhar, bachcheh dar baghal!" (Let next year find me in my husband's house with a baby in my arms!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-114304134403245292?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114304134403245292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114304134403245292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114304134403245292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114304134403245292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-norooz.html' title='HAPPY NOROOZ'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114275790534838871</id><published>2006-03-19T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T07:13:39.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muharam</title><content type='html'>Muharram is one of the four months declared sacred by Allah in the Holy Qur'an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other three months are Rajab, Dhul-Qi'da and Dhul-Hijja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In verse 59 of Sura An Nisa, Allah says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O you who believe! Obey Allah, and obey the Messenger and "Ulil Amr" (Those who are authorized to command) from among you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The believers always obey Allah, obey His Messenger and the "Ulil Amr" appointed by Him. It is an open invitation. Because, Laa Ikraaha Fid Deen [There is no compulsion in religion] (Al-Baqarah, 2:56). Those who (in truth) are not believers can do what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise Prophets, Messengers, sent down by Allah to guide and warn people, never accepted anyone at all as Prophet or Messenger, whatever the circumstances were, be it that they did not stop claimers of this kind, or opponents, with application of force or repression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same manner Imam Ali Ibne Abi Talib (A.S.) did not recognize anyone as "Ulil Amr".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His elder son Imam Hasan (A.S.), like his grandfather, the Holy Prophet (S.A.W.) [Treaty of Hudaybiah], let Mua'awiyah be the ruler, but did not give up his rights of the "Ulil Amr", which he was at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Yazid became the ruler he threw to the wind the earlier policy of the rulers not to demand "Baya't" (oath of obedience) from the children of the Holy Prophet (S.A.W), and began to exercise pressure upon Imam Hussain (A.S.) to swear loyalty and acknowledge him as the "Ulil Amr", which the Holy Imam rightly refused. It is another aspect of the whole affair that Yazid was the meanest tyrant of the worst degree, but even if he was an ordinary ruler Imam Hussain (A.S.) could not swear loyalty to him as the "Ulil Amr". So he did not. In the month of Rajab 61 Hijra, he left Medina and went to Mecca. From Mecca, before performing Hajj, he took his family with him, and with some friends and companions, true believers, he began the journey towards Iraq, with the expressed intention to cross the boundaries of the empire under the rule of Yazid, and settle down in some other country, Iran or India, because he wanted to make it clear to Yazid that he could not allege obedience to a "non-Ulil Amr" as he himself was an "Ulil Amr".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not to be. A large army of Yazid under the command of Umar Bin Saad surrounded the caravan of Imam Hussain (A.S.) when he reached Naynawah, Karbala, on the 2nd of Muharram in 61 Hijra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several other aspects of human relationship and behavior in the events of Karbala that took place in the 10 days of Muharram, culminating in the Martyrdom of Imam Hussain (A.S.), and his 72 friends and relatives, which come into sharp focus as we recount every minute, during the religious gatherings, each year, but, above all, the ultimate reason remains the same, the impossibility of taking "oath of loyalty" (Baya't), by an "Ulil Amr", to obey a "non-Ulil Amr".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Imam Hussain (A.S.), all-his successors to "The office of the "Ulil Amr", our holy Imams, refused to obey "Non-Ulil Amr", and every ruler held each of them prisoner, used every trick, applied force and in the end killed every Imam, exactly as Yazid did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muharram is a month of mourning for the lovers and followers of "Aali Muhammad". In this month, on the 10th day In 61 Hijra, Imam Hussain bin Ali (A.S.), the grandson of the Holy Prophet (S.A.W.) and the younger son of Ali and Fatima (S.A.), together with his family and friends, in all 72 men, were slain on the sands of the desert of Naynawah, Karbala. Since then, each year, the true followers of the Holy Prophet (S.A.W.), through grief, sorrow and tears, keep alive the message, cause and purpose of the greatest martyrdom in human history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt it is a holy and sacred month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The believing men and women, in this month, suspend application of good effects of days and dates and avoid rejoicing even if happy events come in their stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friends and followers of "Aali Muhammad" hold meetings (Majlis), they had been doing so, for last fourteen hundred years, in the name of Imam Hussain (A.S.), during the months of Muharram (and Safar), particularly in the first 10 days of Muharram, to give new life to the Divine Message of "Laa Ilaaha Illallah" as the beloved saint-poet of the Indopak subcontinent, Khawaja Moinuddin Chishti (of Ajmir) had said: "Indeed Hussain (A.S.) is the architect of 'Laa Ilaaha Illallah' both are reciprocally related to each other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the philosopher-poet of Pakistan, Dr. Muhammad Iqbal, had said: "Ismaeel was the beginning (first step), Hussain was the ultimate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year (at the advent of Muharram) Islam turns over a new leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact it is on account of Imam Hussain's remembrance, every year, we know who the Holy Prophet (S.A.W.), Ali Ibne Abi Talib (A.S.), Bibi Fatima (S.A.) are, and what were their true substance, style and wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is because of Imam Hussain's memory, we call to mind each year the Islam, and it becomes clearly visible from behind the blur of the dust of delusion, thrown into the eyes of Muslims in the name of Muslim rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.ezsoftech.com"&gt;www.ezsoftech.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-114275790534838871?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114275790534838871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114275790534838871&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114275790534838871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114275790534838871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/03/muharam.html' title='Muharam'/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114205822102667831</id><published>2006-03-10T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T23:19:58.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/RECO0136.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/RECO0136.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/RECO0096.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/RECO0096.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/RECO0077.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/RECO0077.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are some other pictures that we took in our Fair. You can see different traditional clothes in my country,Bakhteyari,Kordi,Torkaman,....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In second picture you can see head of my university.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-114205822102667831?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114205822102667831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114205822102667831&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114205822102667831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114205822102667831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/03/these-are-some-other-pictures-that-we.html' title=''/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114205580658977993</id><published>2006-03-10T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T06:22:54.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/RECO0050.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/RECO0050.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There was a Traditional Fair in our university for four days.We wore our traditional clothes to introduce them to others.This is one of the pictures of our Fair.I stand in the right and one of my friends in the left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I wore our traditional clothes,Fars Province.It has four pieces, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(skirt),&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pirhan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charghad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(scarf) and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dastmalesar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.We have traditional dance too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was almost worn by everyone in the past.But today we wear this cloth in Hanabandan(a ceremouny the day before wedding ) and especially brides wear it.Nomads women wear this clothes and it's their customs.They have very beautiful cloth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's a modern world but our traditional customes can make it more beautiful.So remember who you are .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-114205580658977993?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114205580658977993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114205580658977993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114205580658977993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114205580658977993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/03/there-was-traditional-fair-in-our.html' title=''/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23150982.post-114111544411647544</id><published>2006-02-28T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T23:13:44.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/01_persepolis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/320/01_persepolis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just about one month that I passed twenty. My name is Mozhdeh .I’m from Iran.I live in Marvdasht but it’s about two years that I have came to Tehran to study English Literature at Al_zahra university .I have left my family and my city to learn more about my favorite field and living independently.I like to experience new and excitement things .I get often homesick but I choose this way and have to pass it.&lt;br /&gt;My city, Marvdasht, is in Fars province. Marvdasht is located on a smooth plain by the river Kor in a distance of 45 kilometers from Shiraz .”Marv” was the name of plants which grew in a big plain and those who migrated used them and “Dasht” in Persian means plain.There are two theories about it. One is that Marvdasht was a part of ruined city of Estakhr which stayed till now and the other one is that it was Darius’s big farms. Marvdasht is city of Golden Wheat Rod. Agriculturing is the most important activity in my city. It’s for about 18 years that my city has had the first grade in producing wheat. Its importance is owing to the existence of sugar, petrochemical, meat processing and some other industries while handicrafts like carpet and rug waving are also prevailing in Marvdasht. There are about 200 factories around Marvdasht.&lt;br /&gt;We have a mild weather during year and we really enjoy it. Rainy days are really beautiful and motivate us to try to have a better life and also it’s God’s biggest gift for farmers. Around Marvdasht , different historical and natural places located. The most important historical place, a sign of civilization which is placed in Rahmat Mountain, is Persepolice. Naghshe Rostam, Naghshe Rajab, Passargad, ruined city of Estakhr and Zoroaster’s Ka’abe are other historical places. Marvdasht is surrounded with so many beautiful villages and sight_seeing, Lost Paradise , Dashtak and Hesar village….&lt;br /&gt;They have falls, big gardens and big farms. There is also Dooroodzan Dam there.&lt;br /&gt;Each season has its own beauty but spring, summer and fall are the most beautiful seasons there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/1600/yy.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/110/2366/200/yy.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The most important thing which absorb everyone’s attention is that we all have citrous trees in our yards, sour lemon, sweet lemon, orange, sour orange and tangerine.We like to eat the most delicious food .our favorite food is Kalampoloo Shirazi and favorite salad is Shirazi Salad.Also we interested in pickles so much.&lt;br /&gt;Today, Marvdasht is one of the best cities for money making. Different jobs have their own benefit. My city has everything and somehow nothing. There is not a good management to improve my city or even use what it has in the best way. But me as a new generation try to improve it and introducing my city is the first step.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23150982-114111544411647544?l=achaemenidempire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/feeds/114111544411647544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23150982&amp;postID=114111544411647544&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114111544411647544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23150982/posts/default/114111544411647544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achaemenidempire.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-just-about-one-month-that-i-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>mozhdeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
