my country peolple and every day life.

theres nothing to say today...
if you want to know how i am, today i had a meeting with Dr. Moheni in Childrens hospital. i arrived there about 15 minutes late and so i had to wait about an hour to see him and talk and do the dimensioning of new project that is a cleanroom in that hosital.
theres nothing to say.
i am listening to "faryad"clip by Mohammad Reza shajarian and thinking to the events happened after the presidential election in tehran that i've experienced. to the photos that ive taken... to the riots, to the people that kill and t whom that are killed... to nonsence actions of some organisations e.g revolutionary guard, to the speech of Ayatollah Khamenei, to my country so-called president.
i think to all these and someone songs from far away ... " let me shout ... "

the letter of hope...

some friends are diamonds, some are a glass of cold water in the hottest desrt.
may be you ask: "whats the matter ?" or whats the problem with this guy ?
i' ve recieved an email from one of my friends this morning. that person that from now i name Ponyo( name of a character in the last film of the great japanese dirctor Hyao Miazaki that become come in the storm and made all things calm and bring happiness to the familly of Sasuke.)
ponyo write me about the patience in hopeless situations and thinking to the kindness of God.

i and my wife yesterday went to our dormitory to coat the walls with belka. it was so good we had meals on the ground and listen to the divine voice and music of Mohammad Reza Shajarian and eat the delicious Eshkene( a tradditional iranian food that we used to eat when i was a child.) my mother, my lovely and great mother had cooked this food for me and my Wife,Fahime.
today the birds are singing and the sky is blue ...

the world is gray these days...

I had some unbelievable mistakes these days, which made me confused. yes, i am confused by myself. i cant understand what i've done.
Wish you were here ...
Wish YOU were here ...
and i could rest in your warm relaxing hug...

i do not know what to do.

some weeks ago I wrote " i really want the red flash of a cigarete in darkness of midnight.. ".
some times some body sings ... " i hate you then i love you then i hate you then i love you " i think that was the great gone Pavarotti.
i hate you
i love you ...
...
...
...
what would be the last expression?
i dont know.

telephone

hello every body.
again after a long break, i'm here.( may be "very long" is better). about a week ago i found a new way to improve my skills in foreign language. the idea comes from my new post in the Company. i became R&D Office Manager. in this new position i need to communicate with foreign companies. for this reason i have restarted to telephone the foreign companies; but you know suddenly something appeared in my mind ... and that was " Why Don't I talk to other people outside my country? why do i wait for a chance ? when may this chance apear in my life... " so we start to call some other places... we means I & my lovely fiance and my Brother in law.
we call places like hotels, churches, insurance agencies. it was a great pleasure for me.

the son of the captured land died...

Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish died at age of 67, after an open heart surgery in Houston, Texas.



Mr. Darwish was known as palestinian resistance poet.


two poems by Mr. Darwish...



I come from there and I have memories

Born as mortals are, I have a mother

And a house with many windows,

I have brothers, friends,

And a prison cell with a cold window.

Mine is the wave, snatched by sea-gulls,

I have my own view,

And an extra blade of grass.

Mine is the moon at the far edge of the words,

And the bounty of birds,

And the immortal olive tree.

I walked this land before the swords

Turned its living body into a laden table.




I come from there. I render the sky unto her mother

When the sky weeps for her mother.

And I weep to make myself known

To a returning cloud.

I learnt all the words worthy of the court of blood

So that I could break the rule.

I learnt all the words and broke them up

To make a single word: Homeland.....







.........................................................................

Her eyes are Palestinian

Her name is Palestinian

Her dress and sorrow Palestinian

Her kerchief, her feet and body Palestinian

Her words and silence Palestinian

Her voice PalestinianHer birth and her death Palestinian

My lai tapes...the darkest episode of Vietnam war...

It is about a week that I wait to hear this week BBC Wednesday’s commentary: The My Lai Tapes.
The commentary is about the My Lai (a village in Vietnam) massacre. I was shocked when I read articles about this event. An event that had took place about 16 years before I was born. I am so sorry for human, V.C’s and developed society. This post is a memorial of those innocent kids and innocent lovable and perhaps beautiful ladies that never see their parents, their husbands; the girls that never feel touch of a tender hand on their sensitive skin and never had the experiment of a love kiss. This post is a memorial of the books that never read, the air which never breath in and the babies that never born.
My first time connection with Vietnam takes back to about two years ago by reading the book: "life, war and nothing else" by famous writer Oriana Fallaci. The book was translated by Leili Golestan and it was so nice and fluent text.
this book and this documentary on BBCWorldService site, are my suggestion for you in this week.
This is the manuscript of this documentary from BBCWORLDSERVICE SITE:

My Lai Tapes
On March 16th 1968, five hundred and four innocent Vietnamese villagers were killed by US soldiers at My Lai in Vietnam.
Women and children were raped, cattle were slaughtered, houses burned and crops destroyed.
It became known as the 'My Lai massacre' and its significance still resonates today.
Only one solider, Lt William Calley was prosecuted for what happened on that day.
The My Lai Tapes - Part One
In the first episode of this two part series, Robert Hordierne, an American military journalist pieces together the horror and barbarism that swept through the village of My Lai 40 years ago.
He reconstructs the events that led up to that day with exclusive archive recordings from the US Army's own investigation into the massacre.
He also speaks to surviving victims and to some of the perpetrators of that historic day.
Massacre at 'Pinkville'
The Vietnam war was America's attempt to stop communists from toppling one country after another in South East Asia.
The US fought there from the early 1960s until 1975. It became America's longest war.
By 1968 there were nearly half a million US troops in Vietnam and more were being hurriedly drafted in to fight.
Most of the men sent into battle in My Lai were very inexperienced and very few of them had seen combat.
It was an unconventional war where the enemy wasn't clear - everybody and everything that moved was considered a target.
My Lai was a search and destroy mission - everything from housing and food to people was to be wiped out.
The operation lasted four hours and in that time, US troops had sustained one death and eight injuries.
In contrast 504 villagers were murdered and, in some cases, raped and mutilated.
The operation was touted as a success by the US military and the truth of what really happened remained a secret for a whole year.
The real truth
As misgivings about the Vietnam war grew, news of what happened at My Lai gradually began to surface.
The US Army then ordered its own investigation into the massacre, it was called 'The Peers Inquiry'.
In the second part of the My Lai Tapes, you can hear, for the first time, the recordings of the US Army's internal inquiry into the massacre.
The tapes lay forgotten for nearly 40 years until they were tracked down by the British journalist Celina Dunlop, who spent 2 years trawling through the national archive near Washington.
The Peers Inquiry proved that US soldiers raped and killed hundreds of civilians.
It showed just how badly trained and ignorant many of the young men were about the proper treatment of civilians during war.
The conclusions of the inquiry went on to make important and lasting recommendations about how soldiers should be trained in the laws of war.
First broadcast 23rd April 2008.”

a of police lead of Sigon execute a vietcong who had just killed...

i read about this in Fallaci's book but i was really shocked watching it .

censorship in BBC and Freedom to dissent

If there is any principle of the constitution that more imperatively calls for attachment than any other it is the principle of free thought, not free thought for those who agree with us but freedom for the thought we hate.
- Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes, dissenting in United States v. Schwimmer (1929)

Nowadays Pope Benedict VXI is in America. He visited the White House and made some unforgettable speeches about the humanity, love and some other issues during his meetings with citizens and scholars of American society. Also he talks about the sex scandal in Catholic Church and sex abuse of the child.
One of the important events for me was the censorship in the BBC site; yesterday like other days I read news in BBC and there was a picture tour about the pope journey to the U.S, between those photos there was a photo with this subscript: “But the scandals involving priests has meant the Pope has not been welcomed by everyone”. After a while when I was checking that page I understood that the photo is censored.










It was so amazing seeing these two events:
- Even the highest spiritual leader of one of the oldest and the most popular religions of the world can be criticized in a free society.
- And the second: even in one of the most professional and loyal news agencies in a free world censorship can be seen.