Respect

For respect to some people we need more  knowledge and some of them less …

Today when I checked my Persian weblog counter, I saw an entry  from another weblog’s comments page. that blog belong to a Persian celebrity blogger who I left a comment for one of his posts. My comment was very honestly and respectful. Because The celebrity blogger “was” giant for himself and others in Persian blog world!

Later in charge of activity in social networks, I knew him more, and I understood that he is not committed to the ethics. He had some relationships with a married woman. In addition he has many negative points. For example, many lies and hypocrisy.

However,he is not important for me or my life. This man had no effect on my life and either me on his life. I don’t have any communication with him, but he  is not a  giant anymore and also I haven’t my former behavior with him.

Now I see how other bloggers and readers have so many respect to him, And I’ll sorry. cause morally he is a dead  man for me.

I wrote this post just wanna to say that respect is a concept which made by ourselves.  With our own actions and ethics, we  encourage others to respect us or disrespect.

Song

 

Sometimes I prefer to  to escape of thinking to you,

Like passing that song which I like it.

 

Contrary

The girl thought  this method is effective. She thought it  is the best way. In fact, the only existing way to maintain the  self-esteem. Answered, but the contrary.

The girl was upset. Because she made herself the enemies that never seen them. The girl was upset. Because her main enemy, was someone who should be her main friend. However, girl has a strange fate. Apparently she always has the hardest way to reach her goals or perhaps there is no reach in this time. God knows.

Depth

She saw something and it cause her  to cried very much. While she could start a good day. But not happened. Because she found the depth range.

Understanding of some facts, is always bitter… At least she understood that she shouldn’t  track it anymore. Because the depth is more than what she conjectured. And therefore, her efforts to improve, are  ineffectual & vain.

She desires that if she could talk with someone about it, to become a  little quiet. But talking about it is very hard. And more importantly that the girl isn’t able to do it. I know, like always she Will prefer to cry secretly.

Pain and Cure

The girl trying to be stand up. These days, she was very weak… She is trying to smile and forget her pains. Her only way to live was consistency with pains. She knew very well that she can’t  treat these wounds, she knew well that she lost control of the situation. In fact, her life was in crisis!

So little girl practice to live with her pains peacefully. It is important point that the source of pain and cure is same. Although the source of pain, was uninformed from the existence of the pain in the girl’s soul. Or maybe was informed but, prefer to pretend it is not important.

However, knowing this pain did not treat any of girl’s wounds. She was taught that lives alone.

I should stress that nobody really knows her, knowbody knows her pains, nobody knows her wounds. nobody really knows her… nobody really knows her… nobody really knows her.. (

The last one

I Searched again, looked at them, A few minutes ago… The last one belong to the last year the same time. cause of some reasons I am not able to track anymore. I can only see for others and suffering every time it occurs.

What was its significance? The importance of those humility words that should be written? That is apparently intentional.

 

I consider them. A few minutes ago. The last one was short and contains a good definition of me.

Then was disconnected. In fact, everything changed. Of course, I did not blame low.
However, I do not see another after “that war”. I see them elsewhere. It is clear that is my sorrow. But I’m forced to hide it. Or pretend does not matter to me. You know? I don’t like this pain remains permanent.
I want to dream it will be finished soon. I am hopeful . I give myself constantly hope although unrealistic…

 

If here still have a reader, I would say to him/her: If you didn’t understand this text,No problem, because it is censored

Super Girl

Everyone saw the beauty, but no one saw the Pain…

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She was trying to be good. In fact, she is demonstrating that “I’m good”. She do her best job. You should know that she Was able to play the role of good people. she smile, when her heart is smash. She was able to laugh, while she had decay from inside. Yes, everybody known her as a Strong Girl. nobody knows her pains, her tears, her wounds.
Nobody really knows her. nobody knows her… nobody knows her…

The girl trying to not cry. she was trying to stay alive. she was trying to not dead. she was trying to take breath, however, difficult. Although difficult…

You can tell by the way, she walks that she’s my girl
You can tell by the way, she talks that she rules the world.
You can see in her eyes that no one is her chain.
She’s my girl, my supergirl.

And then she’d say, it’s Ok, I got lost on the way
but I’m a supergirl, and supergirls don’t cry.
And then she’d say, it’s alright, I got home late tast night,
but I’m a supergirl, and supergirls just fly.

And then she’d say that nothing can go wrong.
When you’re in love, what can go wrong?
And then she’d laugh the nightime into day
pushing her fear further long.

And then she’d say, it’s Ok, I got lost on the way
but I’m a supergirl, and supergirls don’t cry.
And then she’d say, it’s alright, I got home, late last night
but I’m a supergirl, and supergirls just fly.

And then she’d shout down the line tell me she’s got no more time
’cause she’s a supergirl, and supergirls don’t hide.
And then she’d scream in my face, tell me that leave, leave this place
’cause she’s a supergirl, and supergirls just fly

Yes, she’s a supergirl, a supergirl,
she’s sewing seeds, she’s burning trees
She’s sewing seeds, she’s burning trees,
yes, she’s a supergirl, a supergirl, a supergirl, my supergirl.

Defect

A week ago, I had been working for a mission with some colleagues. A new colleague joined us, he is a young boy. He has approximately 30 years old and is very ingenious. He graduated in Master of Encryption from one of the top universities in Iran. But throughout our mission I pathos for him a lot, because he has  stutter and is not able to express his intents well. I think he was very struck embarrassment, because of his deficiency.

I don’t know why I should have pathos from him?! sometimes my feelings are out of my control. these times I become very hank myself!

a trap for traitor

A man called home to his wife and said, “Honey I have been asked to go fishing up in Canada with my boss & several of his Friends.

We’ll be gone for a week. This is a good opportunity for me to get that Promotion I’ve been wanting, so could you please pack enough Clothes for a week and set out

my rod and fishing box, we’re Leaving From the office & I will swing by the house to pick my things up” “Oh! Please pack my new blue silk pajamas.”

The wife thinks this sounds a bit fishy but being the good wife she is, did exactly what her husband asked.

The following Weekend he came home a little tired but otherwise looking good.

The wife welcomed him home and asked if he caught many fish?

He said, “Yes! Lots of Salmon, some Bluegill, and a few Swordfish. But why didn’t you pack my new blue silk pajamas like I asked you to Do?”

You’ll love the answer…

The wife replied, “I did. They’re in your fishing box…..”

Doubled loneliness

When a person loves someone, is more alone. Cause he can’t tell anybody about his feelings except loved. And if the person, who he loves, invites him to silence, his has the end of loneliness.

From Abbas Maroufi- Symphony of Dead Book

There was no Flower in pot

250 years BC in ancient China a Prince decided to get married. He consult with his Wise staff  and decided to invite all  of young girls in his zone to choose deserve one .

When the old palace servant, heard the story become very sad because her daughter was secretly in love with Prince. Her daughter told mom: she will join to Prince party. Mother said: You haven’t any chance to be elected, you are not rich and not very nice.

Daughter answered: I know he never chose me, but at least it is an opportunity for me to see him closely.

Promised day came and the  Prince told girls: I give to each of you a seed, a girl who brings me the most beautiful flowers within 6 months, is the future queen of China.

The old woman’s daughter also obtained a seed and inseminate it into a pot.

Three months passed and No flower was grown. The girl talked with many gardeners and learned many Floriculture methods, but no one of them was effective. No flower was grown…
Meeting day came,  The girl attended with her empty pot. And other girls had very beautiful flowers of different colors and forms in their pots.

Promised moment came.The Prince reviewed each pots carefully and Finally announced that servant’s daughter will be his future wife.

All protested that the Prince has chosen someone who haven’t any flower in her pot! Prince explained: This girl is only one that breeding a flower which deserves her to become emperor’s wife: Honesty …

All seeds that you gave were infertile, there was no possibility that they become flowers.

From Paulo Coelho book

Hafiz, The Great Iranian poet

If you remember, previously I  had written a post about Iranian celebrities . I was informed that one of Iranian great poets is Hafez.

Hafiz tomb in Shiraz

Here is a poem of Hafez that has been translated into English:

If a thousand enemies are intent on my demise
With you as my friend, fear won’t arise.
I’m alive with the hope of union with thee
Every moment I fear death, otherwise.
Breath by breath, your scented breeze I must inhale
Moment by moment, from sorrows exhale my cries.
Only dreaming of you, go to sleep my two eyes
Patiently longing for thee, my heart to itself lies.
Don’t pull away your rein when you cut me with your sword
My head is my shield, while my hand your saddle-strap ties.
Where can we see your face just as you are, true and pure?
Each based on his own grasp can realize.
Indigent Hafiz is the apple of people’s eyes
At your door, prostrated, your vision espies.

p.s: Another persian poem.

Reaction

Reaction was simple. In fact, I had expected something similar, But the problem is that I do not know how deep is? I’m afraid about thinking of it’s depth . This case had occurred many times before this . I do not understand myself. The problem is that I should not have this much of sensitivity. This is something that is not related to me or my business. But I wish I could control my feelings. I am tired Of non-being in-control. I decide Frequently to not think about it, anymore. Become successful in sometimes, but every time an event, reaction, or something, that leads me to it. I wish I could clear some parts of my memories . For example, I wish I could command to my brain to clear memories of  Date 1 to Date 2.

I wish I was able to do. At least I can living Comfortable for a while and I did not think about sad things. So who is going to, I’ll get mad:(

Mackbook;)

I posted this funny picture to my tumbler blog, but I like it so much. Upgrade your ordinary laptop to a Macbook

Too Upset

I am not worry about what happened, however, it was very bitter … I’m upset that this process will not be in true way anymore. And I must say, this crisis pushed my life in a way that is not predictable.
I am not able to make an effective decision for my future. This is something that will hurt me.

Unfortunately, I should say: I was the main culprit. I had wrong in my calculations.

Is disappointed

Broken

It was broken long times ago,and recently cracked up completely. And now it is smash…

Forgiveness

How is difficult the donate of some people.

Especially those who you do not expect that suffer you,

But they suffer you, again and again…

they Repeatedly inject pain in your soul

and you forget again and again…

It Happened…

I was skeptical. I was looking for a way to become completely disappointed or another Opportunity to continue, and I must say, unfortunately or fortunately it happened.

…

Yes, that is true … The event that I was afraid it, finally occurred.

Sara Khoshjamal

Taekwondo
Iran
Age: 19

Khoshjamal is the Iranian female heroine of the moment after qualifying for Beijing in Taekwondo. In keeping with Iran’s conservative religious rules, Khoshjamal trains and competes wearing a headscarf and a protective helmet and is the first Iranian woman to qualify for the Olympics. Iranian qirls are cheering her on; huge posters of Khoshjamal adorn the Tae kwon do Federation, a popular sport for Iranian females practiced by more than 120,000 girls. Khoshjamal, who in line with traditions is prohibited from training with men, trains in her living room with her older brothers. Last March in Vietnam she beat the world’s No. 1, securing her cherished ticket to China.