چهارشنبه سورى

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ما‌ آن‌چیزی هستیم که نمی‌گوییم.

http://antitezarash.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_12.html

march 8th

Happy women`s day to all the women who are trying hard to get their share of life and be independent and strong.

من یک انسانم، مثل تو. یا حداقل می‌خواهم انسان بشوم

http://www.dw-world.de/dw/article/0,,4067784,00.html

I have seen a movie , about a city that was being ruled by women, no men were allowed to live there, a few man who had been there, were just servants!, this idea was a little strange for me!! this article has an explanation about this kind of feminism , these are not only homosexual women but also straight women who wanted to be in this community which is based on not being in any relationship with men.
I do not think this kind of behavior can help anything!! but it is interesting! it shows how much men have been cruel and unfair to women during history and pushed them to make such communities!
it is a brief explanation in this article about a more moderate group of feminism who wore make up and had relationship with men , This sounds more acceptable.!

I like this…

بابک میگوید : نان درار خانواده تو هستی .من می پرسم نان واجب تر است یا اب و به یاد اکبر گنجی می افتم و اعتصاب غذای معروفش .لیوانی بر می دارم که رگه های سبز زیبایی دارد و ان را زیر بشکه ابی میگیرم که بابک همین بعدا زظهری از فروشگاه نزدیک خانه امان خریده اب راکه می نوشم دلم نمی اید ساکت بمانم .میگویم .بدون نان می توانی مدتها زنده بمانی اما بدون اب …بدن از توانایی و هستی ساقط می شود .میخندد.میگوید جدی میگویی ؟

جدی میگویم خیلی جدی .مهاجرت سخت است .با مرده ها و زنده هایت کوچ میکنی اما وقتی کسی باشد که گاهی لیوانی اب خنک به دستت بدهد انوقت زندگی کمی اسان تر می شود .
خوب رسم عاشقی را این جور به جا می اورم …اخر روز والنتاین است روز مهربانی و مهر

Source:
http://moniroravanipor.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=63&Itemid=72

Cycling in Abu Dhabi

We went for jogging and enjoying the nice weather last night, but suddenly decided to rent and ride a bicycle!
It was nice, not just because of cycling and not because of the beautiful weather…but because of the wind that was blown in my hair and the feeling of freedom,I can not remember the last time that i had this feeling in my country , not being stared because you are a woman on a bicycle!! not being worried about your falling scarf or your twisted long dress around your legs!!
It was very nice…being happy is simple, some times appreciating small changes makes us feel good.

These days..

After a long time…i think i love myself, i kind of enjoy my life…i am adopted to what ever you call routine life…and i owe all these comforting feelings to my lovely partner…the best in the world…
I am writing this because i like to remember these days….full of hope,fear and opposite feelings…which i have never experienced before…
I hope we get settle down after a few month …

تقديم به همه زنان

زن عشق می كارد و كینه درو می كند…

دیه اش نصف دیه توست و مجازات زنایش با تو برابر…

می تواند تنها یك همسر داشته باشد و تو مختار به داشتن چهار همسرهستی…

برای ازدواجش ــ در هر سنی ـاجازه ولی لازم است و تو هر زمانی بخواهی به لطف قانونگذار می توانی ازدواج كنی…

در محبسی به نام بكارت زندانی است و تو…

او كتك می خورد و تو محاكمه نمی شوی…

او می زاید و تو برای فرزندش نام انتخاب می كنی…

او درد می كشد و تو نگرانی كه كودك دختر نباشد…

او بی خوابی می كشد و تو خواب حوریان بهشتی را می بینی…

او مادر می شود و همه جا می پرسند نام پدر….

و هر روز او متولد میشود؛ عاشق می شود؛ مادر می شود؛ پیر می شود و میمیرد…

و قرن هاست كه او؛ عشق می كارد و كینه درو می كند

چرا كه در چین و شیارهای صورت مردش به جای گذشت زمان جوانی بر باد رفته اش را می بیند

و در قدم های لرزان مردش؛ گام های شتابزده جوانی برای رفتن و درد های منقطع قلب مرد؛

سینه ای را به یاد می آورد كه تهی از دل بوده و پیری مرد…… رفتن و فقط رفتن را در دل او زنده می كند…

و اینها همه كینه است كه كاشته می شود در قلب مالامال از درد…!

و این, رنج است

I have recieved this beautiful writing by email, I do not know who the writer is.

Nose job in Iran in the Oprah show

Can you guess which country has been dubbed “the nose job capital of the world”? It’s not image-conscious Brazil or even the United States. It’s Iran—the conservative Muslim country with seemingly endless contradictions. In a place where women cover most of their bodies, business is booming for plastic surgeons—they’re performing an estimated 60,000 nose jobs a year.

While plastic surgery is kept hush-hush in many places, Iranian women like Naeimeh and Sahar are eager to talk openly about the procedure. “Here in Iran, women do have to cover their hair and the most beautiful part of their body,” Naeimeh says. “They have to reveal their beauty out from a place which everybody can observe, which is the face.”

After surgery, nose bandages are worn openly like badges of honor. Sahar says the surgery is so expensive in Iran, women see the bandage as a status symbol. “I had a friend who had a nose job, and she kept the bandage, if I’m not wrong, after two years on her nose just to show everybody that she had nose job,” Sahar says. Pharmacists in Iran say nose jobs are so desirable, people who haven’t had the operation still buy tape for their noses.

source:

http://www.oprah.com

حامد نیک پی

I am not usually fan of traditional music…but I like this one.