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July 31, 2005
Last Sermon
Well, I am closing down this site to outside viewers. My experience for the last seven month has shown me that although Blogs are a wonderfull medium, specially if you have a direction and agenda, it is not the best venue for me, my thoughts and sensibilities.
Actually the thought behind this site was to make it a safe place for my poems, nothing else. Through out the last seven month it evolved to more of a diary of my thoughts, feelings, and my view of the world we live in. It was fun to recieve comments and try to reach others. But at this point after what I have seen happen in here, I think, I am not the right person for the sensibilities of this medium.
AS my friends say I basically do not give a shit, and I really dont. I live the life of a recluse, and do not allow many people inside the sanctuary I live in. And what happened here has reminded me why I live the way I do, and I think I am due to return to where I started.
I am my own man, and has lived my ife so I do not have to put up or answer to any one, and when it comes down to it, I know that most of the readers here do not have the sensibilities to enjoy or understand my poetry. So, I will close the doors, It was fun for a while, but...
Of course my two dear friends still would have access to this site, Cyrus, and Fereydoon, and I will continue with posting poetry and rants and finishing the book. I think the new privacy would allow me an even more intimate, and closer look within who I am and the life I live. Again I like to emphesize that this is a wonderfull medium and I am the one who is not suited for it. LIFE IS GOOD
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July 30, 2005
Eating crow
Well the numbers are out, and it seems Democrats are due eating some crow again. our economy grow to the tune of 3.4% last quarter, a very nice rate of growth since anything after 3% is gravy. Our unemployment number is at 5% comparing to Germany and French's 10 percent, and the deficit is lower by 100 million. How about that.
It shows that cutting taxes, as it has before has rejuvenated our economy, to the dismay of the NAY sayers, and Democrats. They have found the last of the London Bombers in Italy, and have found the blue print of the Paris subways in his apartment. So our Dearest French Government, the appeasers of the top kind, might get the result of their appeasements after all.
John Robert's nomination is bringing out the best of Democrats, feverishly trying to come up with the latest excuses to derail his nomination, and Bolton will get a recess appointment from W .
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July 28, 2005
life in the slow lane
well, it is so hot here, and usually around times like this we here a lot about the environment and green house effect. My wife and her brothers, gave a party over our house last saturday, the occasion was their parents FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY. The guys supplied the funds, Marjan cooked, and Julia took care of the appetizers and the desert. We had over fourty guests, and as usuall my glorious wife, had arranged everything in advance, and the party was a great success.
The next day Marjan called me at the store, she was crying, she had recieved a phone call from her father, thanking her, telling her how proud he is of all the things Marjan has accomplished in her life, and the person she has become. The emotions that had come trough made her cry. My father in law is a very interesting man, one of the smartest people I know, he is Seventy eight, and not as active as his children like him to be, and Marjan worries about him. I guess we are all at that age when we have to deal with our loved ones mortality. Some of us probably has already, I guess nothing gets you ready for it, and only the promise of the lives we live and have to attend to help usw to some extent. I know Cyrus is having his father over his house for a week.
I had met Cyrus' father in Iran, a handsome tall man with wide shoulders and a very fit physic, who had become a lawyer but did not enjoy the practice of law, and then became a Doctor, famous amongst us for not accepting any money from his patients that were poor, and setting up his practice at a poorer part of the town, he was very well respected in the community I remember whenever we talked to him, he would focus so intensly to listen to you, that his eyes widened, that was his trade mark. I am sure he would have a grand ol time staying with Cyrus.
Julia, my sister in-law, has left me a very kind comment on my poem RAPING LONDON, I do appricite that she is brave enough to read it and leave such kind comments. not emotionally and intelligently inept like the rest of the readers here.
I just got the new issue of the Magezine DISCOVERY, and read it cover to cover, there are great issues in it, in particular about a new research on Authisim, So I do recomend you getting it. I saw the movie
THE DOOR IN THE FLOOR, and enjoyed it immensly, also THE MUSIC FROM ANOTHER ROMM, which I watched for the third time, a romantic heartfelt caper, so if you get a chance try them.
Fereydoon comes up with contrevercial, and interesting topics on LIVELIFE, his lates on LOVE MAKING, and SEX has been very interesting, and widely discussed. so do check it out. Cyrus also had posted a nude picture of himself on CYCHOBABBLE.com. I am happy to report that he still got it, defying gravity on all fronts. so enjoy your summer, and remember LIFE IS GOOD.
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July 27, 2005
Jav talking
I had the pleasure of talking to Cyrus yesterday. You see in my daily life I rarely call anybody. I do not have any new male friends, well maybe Mehdi, since he worked with me for a while, and we became close, I call him RUSPUTIN OF Iran, and although he lives in San Fransisco now, I believe at some point he will become a part of Iran's political future. He is a young man, very well read for his age, and has programs on Iranian Tv TAMASHA, discussing the Iranian politics in leanght. I do call him once in a while. but beside him I am a recluse, happy to focus my energy on my Family, and only socialize while I am excersizing in the Gym with my Hommies.
I also call Liisa, or at least used to, I used to date LIISA when I was Sixteen and she was Fifteen in Iran, through out the years we have managed to keep in touch, and keep our friendship, but her Fobia
about joining me on my site, and her becoming a more elite personality
have forced me to stop that relationship also for now. So It was very nice to hear Cyrus's voice, I had asked him to call me but My feelings for him has not changed although I have not seen him in maybe twenty five years, to my dismay, and had lost connection since he is still so much taken by his Love for his wife of almost thirty years that he does not have any time for any one else.
Since I found him again through LIISA, and he was gracious and generous enough to make this site for me, we talk more though mostly by Email, and the comments we leave for each other on our sites. But even now once on the phone it still feels like what we had so long ago in Iran, although he is more protective of his privacy which he should be dealing with a shameless prode like me. We talked for a long time, and though I am always cautious with his time, and try to be short, this time he was the one that kept the conversation going and only left after I tried to pry within certain subjects. I did enjoy the call, and felt so good afterward, I like him so much that I am toying with the idea of paying him a homage in my book by giving him a small part, and I did ask him if it was okay with him and he obliged.
I also told him to his dismay that if I was a girl and met him that long ago, I would have never let go of him, and he devilishly mentioned I would have been too ugly for his taste. I am hoping that at some point if he agrees to it to go and visit him next year, it would be good appourtunity since the other constant man in my life,
My dear Fereydoon also lives close to Cyrus. LIFE IS GOOD
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July 25, 2005
Beach
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Flirting with Summer
I know it has been quiet here, the summer extending over our lives, full of long hours, day lights, humidity,heat, and mostly fun. It would have been better, if we only could let go of the twenty four hours News Channels, and went on News Fasting. Life is cruel out there in the world, people are killed and blown up unxpectedly while moving within daily destinations, evil rules, and idealogs are still dictating their misguided will on the rest of us.
I have swam a bit more in our pool, and spent a day on the water with people who love me and care for me, I have watched my kids and their cousins, fleshing out within their frames, changing, growing, Kiana still amases me with the depth of her knowing, and the exuberant promise of her young life. Amin cradles me in his innocence and his wide eyed reaction to everything that is happening within his peubesnt thoughts and bones. Marjan kisses me more these days, and sustains me more with her love, and her amazing ability of navigating our lives to safer harbors. My hair is longer now, I look like an unkempt bed, scaruffy, and aloof. as I stand in my station and observe all I can, taking it in, within the reality of my days and the ever present emergence of my day dreams. Summer is so boundless in its vast extention of its hours and offers such unknown expectations to me. It is easier for me to curl within the solitary allowance of Fall or hybernation of winter, but I know in time I will find my summers and bask in its warmth and expectations with my lovelies.
The book is going in full blast, Dr, B's encouragement has made me feel more confident in my flights of fancy. My characters still surprise me with the lives they live and dictate to me as I pry further within their realm. It is funny, how they have become parts of my life and how I do feel so very much for them. But the writing has been so fulfilling for me, that I already have in my mind the next projects after this one finishes( Dr B thinks that is the sign of a true writer). I am so taken by Malcolm's innocence, Sophie's defiance, Brians zest for life and Sara's dominance within the story, all damaged , all trying to make sense of the lives they have been offered and its allowances.
I have enjoyed movies this summer, Batman is a wonderfully well made movie, I laughed my heart out at Wedding Crashers, and enjoyed the chemistry of the leads in Mr, and Mrs Smith. The whimzical exuberant of Charlie and The Chocolate Factory, and the heights it aspires to in style and acting.
The beer has been good, and the tinge of Vodke sek, still takes me, The liqoures, always tasty, and the food I have been offered at Akram, Farnaz or Julie's house or their boat, heavenly. I am enjoying my little sandwiches of Bread, cheese, tomatoes and Basils. Amin still gives me the best hugs and kisses me on my lips, Kiana takes me with her new choreographies and the ease of her movements when she dances, and going to sleep next to my love Marjan with her face the last image of the day, and again the first every morning, her elegance, her sensebilities, and how she takes care of us all sustains me.
I am so proud of the poem I wrote-- RAPING LONDON--, although I did not get any comments on it by me emotionally impotent readers. But it is written, it is good of the subjets it covers and I do like it very much.
Watching the girls in summer dresses has always been good to me, the bare mid riffs, and bare arms, thighs and legs, beautifull faces,all and all, and as I am aging it becomes more a very important source of many aspirations and day dreams. I am flirting with life as much as I can do and living my life in another summer. LIFE IS GOOD.
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July 16, 2005
How I am getting to like summers
The first gulp of beer, as it burst in your mouth,the sour tinge of it,and the first drag of my cigar in the morning, biting into an over size ripe peach, seizing the sweet nectar of it in your mouth as its jucies drips from the sides of your mouth, the taste of coffee in the morning, as it sips inside you, waking you up. I like walking in my short lose pants and large T shirts by the shore as the breeze messes up my hair, and the sun warms my skin, the water finds me and takes me, soothing in me all, the sound of the ocean,the scents of summer, napping on the deck of the boat, as it sways with waves gently, or standing up as the water rushes by the sides, and te boat roars up to dive back in, the solemn simpicities of the sunset, the quiet depth of its descent, as colors merge and bleed, and submits it all to the deep void of the dark, the slap of the water against the salty boards of the boat, clapping in rythms and the sound of the segals as they stand midair and dive in.......... Summer is so easy, in its vast palats of its colors, and the lazyness of its hours, the hase of beer in long neck bottles, and afte all these years I think I am coming to aliking for summers.
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A horse, a horse, My kingdom for a horse
I found this tid bit of news on MSN, you might enjoy reading it.
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July 14, 2005
Raping London
His soft shaven face
Looking so alien in the
mirror, and the quiet anxiety
in him, of decisions made, passages
to be taken, after all life is a dream
And there is so much he has not done
The quiet ride to London,
getting lost in the crowd,
getting closer as their frames
stoop under the heavy burden of
Hadises, Sourettes, words of prophets
and the rise of a heritage that is
So misbegotten, and mislead, he washes
his face, says another TAKBIR, he has not eaten
He has to get there, with all the ferver
of the eighteen years he has lived
He pushes ahead,
and as they seprate,
he feels the loneliness of ages
sitting in the Tube, as it moves
side by side, he closes his eyes
as the minutes close in, and feels
a sordid rise in him as he pushes the button
Raping London, Raping lives, whorring his religeon
with all the ferver of a boy out for mating.
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Why ?!
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If London's Terrorists were home-grown, will British stoisim be enough ?
When will Liberal British wake up to the reality of the Terrorism ? An article published by weekly standard on 7/13 2005
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The mother of all connections
From the new article that will be published on July 18,2005 by
Weekly Standard
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The one who guides me
It is their golden frocks that scares me, their Jackets of many colors, it is the oppoulance of their state that frightens me, their oiled hair, and sweet scents they spew. For the man who guides me would not be happy with coats of many colors, and would not sit comfortably on gilded benches.
He who guides me would glow within the simplisity of a cotton cloth and would sit beside me on God's earth with no hesitation and he smells the soil that has been his begining. His throne is made of God's attributes within the solace of its nature, and the cloth that he wears have no traces of pockets since all he owns in not outside him but within the frame he carries. He would smell of my brothers that live within the breath of masses, and all the scents of living.
His hands would bare no lotions and wears, but the calessus of his hard work of the life he lives. He would share the morsels of my givings to sustain him, and talks in soft words of love and givings, and thus he claims me with his simplicity.
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A Prayer
Sophia's Prayer
" I have been apart and I have lost my way. The Archons have taken my vision. At times I am filled with thee, but often I am blind to thy presence when all I see is this world of form. My ignorance and blindness are all I have to offer but these I give to thee, holding back nothing. And in my hours of darkness when I am not even sure there is thou hearing my call, I still call to thee with all my heart.
Hear the cry of my voice, clamoring from this desert, for my soul is parched and my heart can hardly stand this longing.....
Jesus answers
" They say I came for all, but in truth I came for her who came for all. For it came to pass that there were those who hadlost their way and lacking in spark, could not return to the Father, and seeing this
she came unto them, giving her life to the depths of the matter. And in truth she did suffer and became blind. But our Father, sensing her anguish, sent me forth, being of him, so she might see and we be as one again. Though they see it not it is she, the tender Mother of Mercy, who is the great redeemer.
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How I see it
Well it has been over sixth month that I have had this blog and have posted poetry, rant and parts of my book in it. I have recieved close to a thousand comments from my readers,and contrary to what my main man Cyrus had told me, I am not tired of it.
It in many ways has helped me to a better understanding of the world I live in, it has brought me new friends, it has forced me to be more diciplined in my writings and vent out some of my frustrations with this society the its political system and also the world as it is. i am greatfull for that.
It also has allowed me to get exposed to the whole internet, or Web society. It is a large comunity here, of all different people with different sensibilities. Some are generous and daring enough to allow others to get exposed to them and their way of lifes, and some are here just for certain agendas. Recently one of my friends asked me to check a site she frequents, and recomended it for the depth of the discessions and its views. I did log in and left my site address and email so I could recieve a password, but it never came. Well some people like to stay to their way of life and not be distracted and in doing so they have less tolerance for others of the opposite view.
I have also invited other poets that I meet on Poets.com, who were interested in my poetry, but once they saw my rants they have refused to be a part of this and that is okay. To many it is surprising that some one with my sensibilities, and aspiring poet and writer would also hold the political and social views that I do. Well beside my aspiration and to many extent much more important than them, I am a husband and a father that runs his own business and lives ina real world. I am worried with the uphevel in this world, and also the direction of the society I live in.
I learned my politics, as a first generation immigrant living here by
listening to Ronald Reagan, and I could say that I am a Reagan Conservative. I do believe in being a functional part of this society, and feel responsible for my actions as an individual. To some extent I also believe Jon Paul Sarter's veiw of each individuall is not only responsible for himself but also for every other human beings that inhabits this planet. I do not believe in wellfare states, or Government instiutions getting any more involved in our daily lives and its directions.
After what happened at 9/11, I also accept the necasetity of Patriot Act to protect us from the enemy within and outside the country. I am for much more control of the borders, against allowing the illegal immigrants getting Drivers Lisence, and I think Mr Bush has not done his job very well when it comes to Illegal Aliens. I believe in American Millitary, and respect all the men and women that are giving so much to protect us. I believe in negotiation but from the point of
power, and not appeasement. And I do not have any tollerance for parties that belly ache about our prestige in the world, or counsulting with other countries when it comes to our ways of life, and security. I abhore the Hollywood Holigans and their shameless grandstanding, force feeding us their values and deviations.
I think if I were a black man and woman, I would be insulted by Quotes, and would regard it as an insult to my race and individual abilities. And although I am a Muslim by birth, and have all the physical features of the men from my part of the world, I encourage Racial Profiling since I am aware of the enexpected growth of terrorism cells and their tireless efforts in recruting new misguided youth in Europe and United States.
Through out my rants all of you to some extent have viewed my ideas and opinions about my politics, and social values. But in view of recent actvities I have seen on this blog I thouhg I might have to say it again and in a more clear form. I am also proud that I have never refused to post the oppsing views that many of you have left me, my thinking has always been that no idealogy or an opinion is hundred percent right and a fair balance diologue is always nesaccery for any discussion. LIFE IS GOOD
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July 12, 2005
They should hear her
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Employment
To catch up with the demand in face of the new surge in Martyrdom, God has found she has to employ more than 72 Virgins, so there is new emplyments for young girls of virtue. Insurance medical is included.
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It is Ofiicial
Yes we now can add TERRORISM to DEATH, and TAXES, as unscapable facts of life.
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Shrink Lady and Tom Cruise
Why hasn't SHRINK LADY written any thing about Mr Cruise's latest effort in generating publicity by attacking PSYCHIOATRY?
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Hillary special at KFC
You get Too large tighs, two small breasts, and an entire left wing !
Isn't that special /
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Fifty Billion Dollars, and G8 Summit
Well thanks to our beloved Leaders at G8 Summit, we get to do it again.
We would allocate Fifty Billion Dollars and give it to the corrupt leaders of African countries, they would embazzel most of them, but they get to spend the money in Western Europe, and America buyiing houses and whores, the african masses will die of hunger, and we still would have a cause celeb to rally the Hollywood holegans to run aid concerst, and our beloved leaders to get to gether and do it agaion, all in the name of humanity, and Status quoe.
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The inquiery mind wants to know.
Would we ever get to axcept the KHALIFS in our lives, and get a NIEMAN MARCUS catelogue, with the lates fashion of Turbans on the cover.
Do Indian Women wear any thing under their Sarries, and if they do not how much fun would it be to unwrapp that gift.
Do popes ever have wet dreams, and how do they deal with it.
Does the Iranian new president really think he is in charge.
When Elton John was writing the lyrics to THE BITCH IS BACK, was he promissing us something or it was a threat.
Does Katie holms know what she is getting into, and wouldn't she like to call, Nichole, and Mimi, and ask a few questions.
Would Cyrus ever be unselfish enough to write that book, HOW TO BE A GOOD MAN, GOOD LOVER, A GOOD FRIEND AND A HUSBAND. and start his own
social movement of CYRUSISM.
If they happen to be in the same bed and they get the urge to do it again for the sake of good old time which one would be on top, Hillary or Bill, and what Hillary would take to get her in mood, Viagra or Cyalis.
Why can't we casterate the sex offenders after heir first crime, saving ourselves money in pills and the cost of rehabilitating them
in the process.
I was watching the movie Angola, about the Maximum security Jail in Lousiana, which is the host of most dangerous criminals. The guards families and the service people that work in the Jail, about 1400 of them, inhibit an area right by the jail with their husbands and wives and children. They belive they live in the safest area in United States. Why hasn't any reakl states interpenures have started developing the closets lots in those areas, putting houses for sale and make a KILLING in the process?, It does seem logical.
What has happened to Deepak Chopra, he has been last seen coming out of a plastic surgeon's office with bandages and Hair die products. at 60 yeares of age the man has the blackest hai I have ever seen.
Are we really sure about the differences between bad and good since we don't see any more black and white movies.
What happens to Female Martyrs, if they are not Lesbians, it does not seem fair.
Which one is your favorite, John Wayne, or Jerry Lewis.
Don't you think for at least one day a year, the whole congress should cross dress, and so should the president and his cabinet, it would be a hoot, we might get to see more CATFIGHT.
Isn't Bomb explosions a sexuall turn on for Bin Luden, and cant we just imagine he is just trying to have a happy marriage and sexuall life.
Shouldn't I finish this rant and go back to scratching my balls.
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July in prospective, the art of scraching your balls
In our Industry July and August are the nightmare month, the stores are quiet, people are travelling or they are at the shores and golf
fields. You sit all day scratching your balls.
Today I walked in the store, and to my delight the AC does not work, at over 60% humidity, and 90 degrees tempreture, I think I will enjoy this day imensly. There is a lo oin on around the world, The London bombing, and this morning there has been four explosions in Spain. Liberal Europe is awakening to the reality of Terrorism, and with over twenty five million Moslems through out Europe, there should be many active Terrorist cells getting activated.
This will have a tremendous economical cost for Europe, beside the cost of lives. The European Tourist industry will definitely suffer, and the normalcy and safety of living their lives will be jeopredised.
This will not subside, in his latest message Bin Laden had asked the Iraqi Jihadist to export their bombing to outside Iraq on International stages, and with united states a bit harder to hit, Europe seems to be the natural choice. Not untill Europeans realise that their liberal thinking, and tollerance will be their downfall, Europe will survive this. They have to get off their high horses and fight this one hand by hand, teeth by teeth, and they have to adjust theiur bloaded moralitys so they can fight terrorist at their own level. Remember if you are dead your liberties and human rights does not matter.
Mayor of London tried to appease to terrorists by justifying that terrorists have been a fact of british people since the victorian era. At times like this we do need men like Churchil to fight for their cause at any cost untill victory. Unfortunately Europe is filled with more Chamberlin appeasers than Churchils. Not untill they close down every Mosque, which are the haven of terrorists through out Europe, not untill they profile every Forigners will they be able to resolve their problem. I am sure in due time France and Germany would get their share of Terror, and terrorism also.
Funny things one of the first reports coming From Europe by Roiter was " The Moslems are in FEAR OF BACK LASH ", how could we do that to them, there has not been any back lash so far, but how could we make it for them to even fear a backlash. We are better than them so we just have to Grin and bear it. Mayor of London also was very cool headed as he mentioned that we did expect this to happen, and we have acted very fast and efficient in dealing with it !
How do I deal with all this as a man brought up a Moslem ? I do not know. These days I try very hard to work on my connection to God only, and have come to accept that religion is a man made deviation set to manipulate the masses, and tto many extent Mellhs and religious people are the appoutunist Rock stars of this theatre. The Islam I have in my heart does not encourage killing innocent people in the name of God, the Islam I know is a religion of peace and harmony, of love and understanding, the Islam I know has not been ever practiced by these barbarian savages.
At some point Untied Staes also has to get to the main source of this mayhem, Saudi Arabia, the snake we have in our house. They are the biggest supporters and expoters of Terrorism. They have been successfull to make theri problem ours, and still reign in their Evil Empire. The progress in Iraq if allowed by the terrorist outside and the terrorist inside our country (Liberals and Democrats), will allow us less dependence on Saudis, and maybe then we will get to deal with
Godless evil doers.
Well now I have to go back, sweat a bi mopre, complain a bit more and
since there is no sign of any customers I get to scartch my balls a bit more.
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July 09, 2005
Winston, where are you ?
"You ask, what is our policy? I will say to wage war, by sea, land and air, with all our might and all strength that God can give us..
that is our policy. YOU ask whats is our aim? I can answer with one word: Victory--Victory at all cost, victory in spite of all terror, victory, however long and hard the road maybe; for without victory there is no survival."
-Winston Churchill, first speech as prime minister to the house of Commons, May 13, 1940
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July 08, 2005
Mahmood khan at 84
My mother called me the other day, and we talked about most everything. My mother is 65, a very youthfull 65, she is still beautifull. When i started this site, my7 first rant was about her, and her influence on me for my love of books and writing. Mahmood khan my grandfather got my mother married at the age of fifteen, and Mahmood khan himself had been married at age sixteen to my grandmother who is one year younger than him. ( keep your math straight, you'll need it). They had my mother when Mahmood khan was nineteen, and my grandmother eighteen,( you still with me), so by the time my mother married my father she was fifteen, my father twenty eight, and Mahmood khan thirty four.
My mother told in the conversation that she had recieved a telephone call from her father, Mahmood Khan, and he had told her how he misses her, remembering when she was fourteen with beautifull long Black hair, and how he wishes he could turn back time and be able to caress her young daughter's hair, and then he started to cry. My mother had a lot to tell him, but she could not, since he was so shaken and was crying. But it was surprising to her that a man at Mahmood khan's age of Eighty Four, after all these years, without ever trying to get close to any of his nine daughters and three sons, suddenly has realised what he has missed. Well my mother could not bring herself to say it, but I would, A bit late grandpa, a bit late.
Well writing about my Grandfather's life has been always on my mind, I even wrote about sixty pages at one point and then Amin was born and I lost any passion for it. God willing if I ever get to finish the book I am writting now, I might take another stab at it. As the first born of an old aflent family in Iran, and blessed by very good looks and high style, Mahmood khan has lived a very interesting life, and I think I have to, I definitely do have to write a book about him.
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How to fight TERRORISM by the rise of American MARTYRS
" what has happened was unavoidable", " we were ready for this day, since we knew it would be here sooner or later". It is amasing that liberals talk the same language, well maybe with a bit more accent on the other side of the pond. " Our nation will not stop", okay now we are getting somewhere. " Terrorist can kill us but they can not break our resolve", but if we are dead, so would be our resolve. I thought in a war the goal is killing the other side before you are killed. Or maybe for LIBERALS, try to rehabilitate the other guy before you are killed. well the last one sound closer to where we stand, since we want to fight a war without offending anybody.
I did not see -Senator turban Durban- on the senate floor condemning any body, nor Hillary Clinton, maybe dear old Ted, but no, no one, it is funny we are not even angry any more. Well it is mostly on TV, and we see so much of that on Movies, that we are desyntesized. It is ordinary, since we have accepted our fates, and we knew it would happen, so ......it happened, where do we go from here.
Yes we have been told about dirty bombs, (these towel heads even their bombs are dirty!), so we should have a plan since eventually we will accept that it will happen, maybe we can estimate the number of casualties, and get the people ready so they wont be surprised, watching it on their HIGH DEFINITION TVs. Or maybe we can agree with these angels of death, these predetors, for a LOTTERY, yes it is doable, they tell us how many of us they like killed in, lets say every other month, and we run a lottery, Men and women, we will ask them to have mercy on our kids. After the names are pulled, we surrender them to the ISLAMIST FACISTS, and they can do as they like, cut their arteries, blow them to pieces, gas them, whatever, we learn to live with it, and this way we will not sacrifice our rights, would not lose our prestige in the world, and save money on security, and policemen, and we could even film the whole process, have a little something about the victums, and use it as a Reality Show, it should do gang buster in Syndication, and since we still feel guilty about what we did to blacks, and Japeneese, we choose two whites to one black, and one Japaneese. This should make NAACP happy, the Rain Bow coalition, and Mrs, Jesse Jackson, and Al sharpton.
There will be no GITMO problems, we wont lose any of our social standards in the eyes of the world by torturring anybody. The only problem would be Democrats, they will not have anything to complain about, but I am sure they will find a cause close to their bleeding hearts, maybe they get to supply us with Hollywood Yahoos to make movies about the process, gloryfiying the victums as our own style of MRTYRS. It sounds even better as I write this.
It is a good solution, I mean I thought about all of us converting to Islam, but the terrorists have shown they are capable of killing MOSLEMS for their cause also, so forget about that, the idea of LOTTERY seems much more cost efficient, and above all we do not loose our prestige in the world, and keep our standards in respecting the HUMAN RIGHTS and our LIBERTIES. Heck we could even get good old Jimmy Carter, the champion of Human Rights to supervise the process.
I THINK THOUGH THIS SOLUTION SHOULD NOT UNDER ANY SIRCUMSTANCES BE SUGGESTED BY MR BUSH OR ANY REPUBLICAN, WITH A DEMOCRAT AT TOP OF THIS WE GET FREE PUBLICITY WITH NEW YORK TIMES, BOSTON GLOBE, THE ECCONOMIST, AND OTHER EUROPEAN LIBERAL NEWSPAPERS WRITING POSITIVE ESSAYS ON IT, THE MAYOR OF LONDON WILL SURELY BE HAPPY.
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July 07, 2005
Sightseeing in London
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I am not happy
I had a great day yesterday, swiming in the afternoon with my kids, took an hour nap, and then hit the movies. Mr & Mrs, Smith, it was hillarious, the chemistry was delicious, and I laughed a lot. Kids like it too, Steven and Micheal also had spent the day with us and we were planning to go for Dinner, but Julia called and invited us for dinner.
Well dinner at Julia's house is always special, and their relaxed easy ways and hospitality always fine. We had a great dinner, talked about our kids, the business, and the state of the world. The desert was Vanilla ice cream with sour cherry sauce on top, heavenly, the food and the glass of homemade wine was a fine way to finish the evening.
I slept well, even had two extra hours, hit the Gym early, and sweat for two hours, I have become very tough on myself, but I like the result. And I saw the news, what happened in London, and nomatter how many times these atrosities happen, it still hurts. Just imagine at the begining of your day, living your life, and then it is taken from you, your life, and the people who remain, the survivors, god help us all. I am not happy..........
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In all my lives...........MIRABAI, ecstatic poems
In all my lives you have been with me; whether day
or night I remember.
When you fall out of my sight, I am restless day and
night, burning.
I climb hilltops; I watch for signs of your return; my
eyes are swollen with tears.
The ocean of life-- that's not genuine; the ties of
family, the obligations to the world--they are not
genuine.
It is your beauty that makes me drunk.
Mira's Lord is the Great Dark Snake. That love comes
up from the ground of the heart.
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Notes to Each Other..........By Hugh Prather
Perhaps your birthday should remind me of how we
once were and how much older we have become.
But it speaks softly to me of today. Today your
face is a more wellcome sight. Your touch more
affecting, from years of proven friendship. As a
great river deepens its bed, love has etched your
hands and face, and today you walk in true beauty.
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London calling
Well it seems the terrorist did not get the indicements Democrats sent them, and the Psychaitrists, that Democrat sent them could not help the misguided fanatic Terrorists.
Maybe this would be a wake up call for our European friends, specially that Bafoon schirrac. I think this would affairm that war on terror would be with us for a long haul, and should make us more determent to wage a more massive attack against these Barbarians, Senator Kennedy we know you would not like these people to change your life stayle, remember, No booze and no extra marital activities.
I think the fathers' of constitution created the supreme court as a non political branch of the government, which could have a more sober, and unbiast opinion about the activities of the other two branches of the government. How ever after what Democrats did to Juge BURKE,( under supervision of Senator Kennedy) and Judge THOMAS, the process has become more and more political. I do encourage Mr Bush to hold the line and get true conservetists on the bench. He has three and a half years to fight this battle and as we know of him he is not one to shy away from any battle. The future of this country, the health of our society is hanging on his resolve.
Move on.com and our other social domestic terrorist have been waiting for this and they would go to any shameless distance to get their misguided wishes. However Republicans our ready this time, and what just happened in London should muzzle our leftist senators, and congressman. It would be an interesting process to watch and you will learn a lot about either sides's ajendas.
I think the abuse of their privalage of Source confidiciality by our biast press and journalist, obvious in Dan Rather's down fall, and News week's reports on abuse of Quran has had a big influence on the rullings that will force the New York Times journalist to stay in jail untill she reveals her source. I do belive in cause and effect, and leave it to the left to bring more and more hardship to themselves and their agent by their shameless efforts.
The FOX news just announced there are about 40 people dead so far, and 350 injured. God saves us all.
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July 06, 2005
Bulletin......read all about it
Contrary to rumores going around, and for the sake of friend who have called asking me, or congratulated me , I do have to announce:
MARJAN IS NOT PREGNANT.
As I had mentioned it, before Internet, people never used to learn how to listen, and after internet, people pass trough comments and rants so fast they do not read. i know some of you are worried with our Wedding Anniversary, coming up, I know we have a well known track record, but we do stay away and sleep in different rooms on our Anniverrsay nigvht. Thanks for your concern.
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It has to be more for her out there
She did not rush into it
she dressed all her dolls,
setting them high on her bed,
climbed up and let the water in
holding her dolls, waiting to be taken
How do you leave a life,
the tenderness that is shared,
the retched dates on the calander,
his birthday, hers, their anniversary,
the moments, the hours, that stay in you
as fresh as the first day of a spring,
she ties her hair in a pony tail tight
walks in long strides, and talks about
he dolls, she knows she has to go on
And still at night
when the lights elude her,
she opens her hair, laid in
the middle of her bed, she keeps
a pillow between her legs, and holds
another in her arms, she misses him,
his scent, the way she used to lay her head
in his arms, hanging on to him, his weight on
her, once inside her, his familiar moves, his face
his steps in the hallway, that she could hear, half sleep,
And still she has to remind herself,
It has to be more for her out there, she
knew the depth of the water, the rush
of the currents, she only has to
float a bit more for a safe harbor
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Faithfulness......... MIRABAI, ecstatic poems
My friend, he looked, and our eyes met; an arrow
Came in.
My chest opened; What could it do? His image
Moved inside.
I have been standing all morning in the door of
My house, looking down the road.
The one I love is dark: He is an herb growing in
Secret places, an herb that heals wounds.
Mira says: The town thinks I am loose, but I am
Faithfull to the Dark one.
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Notes To Each Other............by Hugh Prather
Issues over diet, TV, and Video games are tearing apart many potentially excellent parental teams, and all in the name of
What is "best" for the child !
The greatest gift we can give our children is our willingness
to work through our problems. And if the outcome is a child who beleives in possibility of Love, who can calculate the effect?
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Guess the Title
Boyle sighed. Then he said cautiosly, " But I guess they are not many people in Washington capable of understanding a progressive social policy."
Well we have a new addition here, Cyrus our Puzzle make might enjoy it, so doea any one know what book contains that quote. Please no gogelling.
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Books, books and books.
Going home yesterday, listening to shawn Hanity on 770 WABC, I heared about Bernie Goldberg's new book - HUNDRED PEOPLE WHO ARE SCREWING AMERICA:( Al Franken is # 37)- . Well about time someone wrote that book. Bernie Goldberg is famous for going against the Liberal media in his book Bias, covering his years as an anchor at CBS. It should be aninteresting read. I am curious to know who is number one, although I have some Idea, I mean if it was up to me, Hillary and Bill would share the first spot. Surprizingly there are also a few conservatives on the list, and of course our friends from LALALAND, the Hollywood crowd.
Another book that was recommended to me by my long time friend Rich Nager, is - KITE RUNNER BY KHALED hOSSEINI, the book is already optioned for a movie, and is the talk of the towns in North East.
The other book that every one should read and is on the best sellers list is THE TRUTH ABOUT HILLARY, written by not a conservative but Edward Kline, who used to be Editor of NY Times. A must read for any one with any sentiment about this country.
I do look forward to my friend SL's recomendation for the sake of being Fair and Balanced. I also like to know what is the last book each of you had read, and recommend. READING IS GOOD
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July 05, 2005
The TRUTH
who are you ?, and maybe more iteresting is to ask, what is your TRUTH. outside of the covers of social behavior, and what we are thouhgt, tell me about your TRUTH. does what belive in governs our behavior or our TRUTH. If we annouced God is dead, and anything goes, what effect does that have on your being. Does it change you, do you become different, Are you able to lie, and cheat and kill, steal, and without the gaurantees of Heaven an Hell, would you metamorphis to anything beyound your TRUTH.
I was watching a documentry about the jews that immigrated to Shanghai, China around 1941. Their lives, their swurvival. and one of the men that lived in that period in China, told us about the person who ran their lives ther and his atrosities, and how the survivor had made a pack with himself to kill the guy upon the change of the regim.
The Americans took the harbor, and the person in chrge was left in prison, so our survivor and a few friends caught him and were set to kill him. To their surprise they were not able to and let him go. They had the appourtunity, but it was not in them to kill another human being, they could not do it. Could you
If you know no one is watching would you steal, cheat, or as they say if you could getaway with it would you. if it is not in you, if it is not part of who you are and your TRUTH, you would not. so where is the fairness in that, is it by nature or nurture that we become who we are. do you learn goodness, do you learn love, kindness, do you.
Marjan had just gotten pregnant and in the mist of a new promotion in her job, and becoming the principal of a new venture. It could bring us more money, and more prestige for her at work. When a friend suggested that she should hide it, get the new promotion, and once moved to the new job and taken control of it she should announce it. It sounded pratical, it sounded okay, but for Marjan it was not right, she did not do that, the next day she told her boss, and agreed to step down giving the job to someone else. They did not do that, she got the promotion, and although she had said firmly that after the birth of our child she would not work again, they choose to keep her as long as they could. It was not within her Truth to lie.
We do lose a lot denying our truth, and will never survive going against it, and that is the Truth.
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Death
Death is a zippless fuck.....
the first line of the poem by my new friend LINDENTREE,.....it does say a lot. the rest of the poem is posted on POETS.COM, go and read it, it's a trip
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Happy Birthday America
Fourth of July, Marjan's favorite Holliday. Usually everybody will come over our house, but this year, we were invited to Fafar's house for his son Danny's birthday. Amir and Julia had invited us to spend the day with them on their boat, but Marjan had promissed to go to Fafar's house.
I woke up about six thirty, hanged around the house a bit and went back to sleep. Amin woke me up about 10 O'clock, they do not see daddy at home at such hours so he wanted me up to play with him. Once down stairs Kiana joined us and my beautiful wife had already gotten me my coffee from Dunkin Donut.
Iwent out soon to the backyard, the weather was beautiful and the sun warm, and soon all four of us were swimming in the pool, Amin was a silly as ever, and Kiana showing off her latest moves, I swam, and enjoyed the cool water, we played for a while and then Marjan served us lunch, that woman does spoil all of us to our delight.
Cheeseburger with tomatoes and Scallions was the lunch, which I chewed slowly, while talking to my beauties and then I had a beer which settle me in my resting state further. I laid down for a short afternoon nap, and then took a shower, as Kiana had persisted we all were red white and blue, showing off our petriotism, and head down to Fafar's house.
Once there we were greeted by Clause, Fafar's husband, and the only German man that I know, he is always kind and hospitable, and soon I had another beer in my hand and was munching on appetisers. After the rest of the guests showed up we moved down outside to the pattio, and their garden in the back, sat at the table, Munched on more goodies and talked. the kids played in the yard, and at some point Ray, Mojgan's hasbund brought to our attention that how all the kids were wearing red, white and blue. we talked poloitcs as Ray and I always end up doing, but this time we were in agreement more than usuall. then was more laughter, jokes, and as the sun was leaving on the west we had dinner of stakes, Hot dogs hamburgers, and even some Iranian rice dish, then it was to cakes for the birthday boy and desert for adults, some coffee, and by ten O,clock we left Fafar's house.
Fafar and marjan have been friends since primary school, and they talk a few times a day usually, her sisters Mojgan, Shahrzad and their husbands all leave a few minutes from each other, and they have always invited us for Chrismass, new years eve, birthdays, and they have such a warm and lovely family that we enjoy their compony a lot.
I drove back my beqauties home and enjoyed the ride, while all three of them were sleeping and I was listening to my favorite Jazz station and in my head still thinking about Malcolm, Sophie and their adventures.
This mornign I could not wait to get to the Gym, and started my routine with one hour of eleptical machine, and forty five minutes of heavy lifting. Today I am on diet of plenty of water, fruits and dry cereal, trying to give my system a break and get back to my girlish figure. God Bless America, it has become a haven to my family and I and the best place to live on this earth. LIFE IS GOOD
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July 03, 2005
Simple things
Oh My electronic Friends, it is so good to have you, so good not to meet you and still know of you, with traces you leave, the comments you dare, just pure magic of thoughts not filtered by how you look, what you do, just thoughts, reasons, emotions, and all their hieghts and lows.
She dared to take another layer, of her own will, standing by the window, as we looked and she stayed since it was safe, the distance the privilage of lack of physical reach, allowed us a glimps, as she opened her skull, brought the light closer and let us see within the grey mass, across all the biology of its reach where it strted and where it fled, the fusion and the light as they carried her inside her head, and how beautifull it looked, and no one cared how she looked, if her hair and nails were done, or who she was, it was all about the transparancy of her light and the reach of her fusions, the configeration of her alphabets, and the wonder of her words, all and all majestic and so so intelligently erotic.
have I done enough to celebrate this day, this singular passage of time, as minute as its existance might be within the life of this universe, and the consciousness of it breath. Did I reach high enough, did I talk in kindness, was truth the guide, and did I add to the harmony of this day by my existance, Have I done enough .....
what does have this resless soul to bring me again, where would it lead me, and is it awarte of my limited movements, my chains, my locked doors, the barriers that exist betweem urges and reality of obligations. How , how would I reason with it, in what tongue, what logic, for it wants what it wants, and I can not abide by its urges, and i can not break his mended heart. I draw the line, I set the parameters, every night and by morning he has pushed them further, where I can not dare. It does not fit me, it does not fit the reality of my bones and flesh and skin, it asks for so much, it needs.......
and I try to reason, I try......
the door is not locked, the shoes are left on the side, and the walls are coming in closer and closer, and I need to find the shoes, and learn the logics of doors and enterance and exits, I have to find the knob, I have to climb the walls, I have to break in and out, I need to go..........
The simple things, oh the pleasure of simple things where did I leave you, the simple life, away from the crowded artery of these hallways and rooms, the quiet gestures, the smiles of joy in morsels of times,
the uncomlicated reaching, of "Hello's", and "where have been", and "I miss you, where are you". sitting at the wooden table and sharing bread with cheese and sweet tea, or a warm soup with dried bread, or maybe just a gulp of water and some sympathy....... sitting together, within the arms you know and just sitting side byside and allowing the time to pass you by, while you bask in the glow of your being together, the simlpe passage of time, the simple life.........
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World as I see it
How do you see yourself, what is your perception of you. and does your perception ages as you do or evolves in further growth.
Isn't Tom Cruise pethatic in his attempt at PR, I think at least in his feeble mind he is aging more rapidly than he expected, and he is scared. He is doing his scienthology more disservice by exposing his philosphical ideas, and being as cinycal as he is, he does live a paranoid life.
It seems to me after two years of war Democrats still are clueless in their understanding of the world we live in, or if they do understand they are so power thirsty that they would sacrifice our safety and any vision of peace in the world for their misguided aspirations.
Well my friends I think we should encourage our kids to study Chineese if they can as a second language. I had always though that what we are doing in Afghanistan has also have a lot to do with our fear of the growth of the new super power in the world China, and on its heels India. We need to streanghten our hold in Asia, and help create new Democracies in the region that would become our future allies. China is also quietly begining to make heavy investment in American componies UNICAL, and looking to further its hold within South America. The new treaty that is going to be signed by countries
in AMERICAN CONTINENT, north and south is trying to keep china out. It is a necassety for us to realise the Super power status that China would claim in the next thirty years, and find ways to keep abreast of it and stay competitive. India also has become more disiplined as a nation, and the growth of scientific research, in Medical, and software technologies would soon make it another power to reckon with.
I believe that the balance of power in the next Thirty years would change drasticaly, to the detrement of EUropean Countries and Russia, and to the benefit of China and India. The world is changing and it is bringing new promises, and new challanges for us domesticaly and internationaly. American Industries have tried to coup with this phenomenon by Investing more in China and India and trying to find a foothold to allow them to learn from them. and to influence their ways of life. One of the best road maps for us to understand this evolution is the book " World is flat", and I have been trying hard to recomend it to my friends here and outside these pages.
A unified Europe has been pretty much dismissed by the recent votes within the countries that occupy that continent. The fragile economy of Europe ( not England), the high unemployment and rise of the Nationalism would never allow for that dream to come to fruitation. and individuall countries in Europe by themselves would not be able to compete in the new order of the world. Russia has been difragmented, and Putin lacks the vision to understand that Russia needs to lead the other countries in the region to unify them with new economical treatied trough Democratic means. Putin is still a communist in hear and still using the old tactics of old USSR to dominate the region. This would not work further diminishing the regions balance and power to keep them as a super power and allow them any influence in the new order.
The Lybia's surrender of persuing nucliar power, The new rise of freedom and democracy in Lebanon. Syrian peoples new thirst for free elected officials, and the rise of negotiation in Isreal and Palestanians for peace, has all been some of the new progress that Americas war on terror, deposing of Sadam, and creating a new constitution and government has brought to that region. By calling George Bushes vision of democracy and free nations only a reach to dominate Oil supplies, the Democrats only showcase their lack of understanding of the new order in the world. Mr Bush would be Judged by History for Afghanistan, Iraq, and also for what he brings to supreme court with his nomination of more concervative Judges. He has been able to influence the new order of the world internationally and he will be influencing our ways of lives domestically for a long time.
He will be regarded as the most active and inflentional President in the recent History.
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July 02, 2005
Marjan
I met my wife Marjan by accident. Ninteen years ago, I was busy showing rugs in my store, and suddenly I felt a shock, when I turned, I saw her in white top and white Capri pants passing by me, hand in hand with her brother, I saw her back, the dark wavy hair, and her elegant walk, I did not know he was her brother, So I thought to myself that lucky guy.
Soon I was finished and my father had sent for me to join him and his Iranian guests in the office, I went upstairs, and there I met Marjan's parents, and her brother, and for the first time i saw her beaitiful face, and I was done for. I was happy to hear that the guy was her brother Amir, and I was chrmed by her mothers easy effectinate ways, and her father's old world manners.
It was Love at first sight, for both of us, then my father told me how he knew Akram, my mother in law's father from Iran, and they were there to buy a rug for Marjan. They asked me to take her down stairs, and show her some silk rugs, which I did. I was shy, and it was obvious in my manners, before they left Akram asked me how old I was, Twenty Seven I answered, and then she asked me about my education and I said MBA. Somehow I knew she liked me.
Going home that night with my dad, He asked me how I liked Marjan, and I said very much, but please dad do not try to do anything, I had a feeling that there was no need since in my heart I knew she was the one. I always say that i met her and then did not let go, I went and sat by their house untill they agreed to let me in. Anyway we had a whirlwind romance, of course with the permision and super vision of her family. My mother asked her mother If I could call her, and her mother said that Marjan was only Seventeen, but it was okay to call, so I did, and we talked, soon after her mother invited me to their house for dinner, and I said I would come but since they were so far away, I had to stay over night, and she okayed it.
That night we had dinner, I have always been shy but for good reasons, I was so brave that night, it was like I had come to claim something that was mine, and of course the way Akram accepted me made it easier for me. after dinner they left us alone, and everybody went to sleep. Marjan did not look Seventeen her manner, her grace, the way she carried herself was far more mature. We talked and I asked her if she would marry me ?. She was shocked of how daring and impatient I was, and said, well, i will be Eighteen by September, why dont we get engaged then and then maybe in a year we would get married. I would not have any of that. I pulled My Agate ring out of my fingfer, and said, No, I want us to be married by the end of summer, and she should tell me right then and there is she would be my wife. she was taken back, but she said YES, I gave her the ring, and since it was too big for her, she put it in a gold chain neckless she was wearing.
The next morning, her brothers had left for work, and Marjan went ot her college, she was finishing her first year of college. I told Akram, i would go driving around the town, and be back by noon, since Marjan would be back by then. I cruised around the town passing time, and on my way back home, I found a Florist and bought five dozen roses, in all different colors. When I got home, Marjan was back, but so was her older brother Amir, I had seen his car in the drive way so I did not bring the roses up, i was embaressed. I found Akram and told her I got roses for Marjan but I did not want to give it to her in front of Amir. I asked her if she would ask me loudly so Marjan and Amir could hear " Javad why dont you bring the roses I asked you to buy upstairs", she smiled and said okay, why don't you go ahead and get the rose. Once I was in the middle of the stair, she said loudly, " Marjan come her, Javad has gotten you Roses", so i brought the roses up, and the cat somehow was out of the bag.
We had three ceremonies in united States and Two in Iran, since Marjan's father had gone back already before. We had an engagement party in Sheraton Hotel with 150 attendence, family and friends,in April, then we had the religious ceremony at home with mostly family
and some friends, on August 16, and on August 23rd we had the ceremony at Sheraton Hotel woth over 300 friends and families and business assosiates in attendence. For us it was the summer of love, and by the end of it we were married and living together.
We have had our share of Joy and pain in our marriage, we both have grown and learned a lot from each other. Our love is till alive, and our children are the fruits of our union, I know marrying her was the best thing I ever did in my life, and having her aorund in sickness and health has always been a blessing to me.
This Morning leaving the house, she was talking to me about how she had enjoyed having David around for the last two weeks, and how she missed him since his parents were back and he was back at his own house. There was a smile on her face and a tear in her eye, and I was standing there basking on her generous feelings, loving her more than ever, she still takes me.
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July 01, 2005
late afternoon
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she goes on
Even as a kid I enjoyed sewing, polishing my shoes, or Ironing my clothe, there was something so rewarding and the quiteness and the calm it brought me, the focus on the task that librated me from any other interruptions, self made or otherwise. I know of a famous writer that always took the chore of washing dishes at his parties, for the quiet solitude of it.
There is a scene in the movie -about last night- that is very dear to me, the movie itself is not much to bragg about, except its offering of its actres's youthfull unaltered nude body (Demi More), but the scene that does take me is when after they move in together, and their passion is satisfied to some extent, how quietly she does her chores, fixing the bed, the laundry, cleaning, and the serenity and the satisfaction she gains by doing it. I love that, and I get to see that in Marjan as I watch her managing her house, the chores, and the satisfaction and pride that comes to her. last night we got to bed early, and laid down to talk a bit, soon Kiana was there with us losing herself in my arms, and surprisingly Amin joined us to laying down in his mothers arms, as she caressed his hair, and kissed him.
The night befor I left Iran I was nervous and could not sleep, the reality of leaving had hit me, and the fact that I would be without my parents, the security of your parents home, the security of their attention, the place you had lived for such a while, I got up early, walking around the house, and stopped by my parents bed room door, they were awake, talking in bed, and I stayed and listened as i often did, not knowing that i would never be back there. leaving for ever, like a little death of the life I had lived, and passing to a new Journey, a new land, and a life I had never known.
Sally has parted, passing into her new Journey, of a state of being she has never known before, but the house she has left, and the habitants of it still would have her there, right in the mist of the livings, all she has left, the doors half open, the book half read, the plans that will never be, and still she would be walking the hallways, cheking on her beloveds at midnite, caress her sons hair, and even may try the bed for another nap, a quiet rest, living in a paralel reality, and still so much of her here, so lets take our glasses and toast to a life lived, though shorter than expected but still a gift to her and every one that loved her, she goes on.
Posted by Idinraha at 12:12 PM | Comments (3)
thoughts droppings
What you are will never changes,
and Who you are will never stop changing.
Posted by Idinraha at 12:08 PM | Comments (0)