Introduction

"One hour's meditation on the work of the Creator is better than seventy years of prayer”

Prophet Muhammad



...Concise, well-chosen facts are de rigueur.
Landscapes are replaced by addresses,
shaky memories give way to unshakable dates.

Of all your loves, mention only the marriage;
of all your children, only those who were born.

...Pass over in silence your dogs, cats, birds,
dusty keepsakes, friends, and dreams.

Price, not worth,
and title, not what's inside.
His shoe size, not where he's off to,
that one you pass off as yourself.
In addition, a photograph with one ear showing.
What matters is its shape, not what it hears.
What is there to hear, anyway?
The clatter of paper shredders.

Wisława Szymborska, Writing a Resume, View with a Grain of Sand: Selected Poems



....You, my dear child.
The child of nine or ten years of age,
That you were nothing, you were dust, you turned into food,
Next eighty or ninety years, you will change into an old child,
You will turn into nothing, you will turn into dust,
You will circulate,
Like a circle,
Without aim, without meaning, hollow:
Once again, from the bottom, you will arrive to the initial point,
Like zero,
When you live for yourself,
When you wish to be only for your "own self",
To be alone,
When you wish to be only with zeros,
Your life, like a curve line, will cycle on yourself,
Like zero,
Again, from the bottom you will arrive, to the initial point,
You will remain, you will stink,
Like a pool,
You will be confined, like a circle,
Like "zero".
But if you sit before "1",..............?
If you wish to be only for "1",
and release yourself from futility and loneliness,
and be a companion of "1",..........?
You must live for others...

...There is "1".
There is no "1", Except God,
There is nothing,
There is nobody,
One, In front of It, Till Eternity, Zeros.

"One", in front of it, "Zeros" til Eternity!
Dr. Ali Shariati translated by Dr.Ghassemy




If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land


"...and both wives were lifted, kicking, into the night."

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby


Hello, hello;

and Welcome to my little blog}

--you would think that with all the blogs on the *WWW* there would be no need for another, but you'd be wrong;;; im not sure if I'm doing this out of the goodness of my heart (I am perhaps selfish and like to say things and be heard).

***so here i am a persian canadian with a degree from a canadian college and conflicted feelings, thoughts, and visions, as sampled by bit of poetry and quotes posted above.

+ + = More than anything I like to create an opp for Iranians to connect far from home to not feel lonely to feel they belong and to share their joy and sorrow and anger and fears and I would like for them to feel right at home and say what's on their mind and really open up and together we can make the best of our time on this planet because time is short and god's love has no limit and if I can in some small way make god happy and his people happy and give them calm and comfort and joy and share with them and be worthy of receiving god's compassion and people's love and friendship I would appreciate that opp with all my heart.

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