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Who are the Iranians?
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Arrest of Human Right Activists in Iran
Today, many of women right activists were arrested in front of the Revolution court in Tehran, I.R. Iran. They were there to show their objection to the the recent rush of illegal activists' arrests, but instead of being heard, they were arrested!
I copy the complete news from Azadeh Pourzand's blog post here.
Iran-Emrooz,Tehran, Iran, Sunday, March 04, 2007
http://www.iran-emrooz.net/index.php?/news1/12208/
50 of the women's rights movement activists were arrested in front of the Revolutionary Court in Tehran.
The security police forces attacked a peaceful gathering of women's rights activists that had taken place at 8:30 am in front of the Revolutionary Court in Tehran in objection to the recent governmental oppressions and the summoning of some of these activists. The police forces who used violence to scatter the crowd, arrested at least 21 of the protesters.
According to the report published by Advar News, the list of the arrested is as follows:
Asieh Amini, Jila Bani Yaghoub, Mahboubeb Abbasgholizadeh, Mahboubeh Hosseinzadeh, Sara Loghmani, Zara Amjadian, Mariam Hossein Khah, Jelveh Javaheri, Niloofar Golkar, Parastoo Dokoohaki, Zeinab Peyghambarzadeh, Maryam Mirza, Saghar Laghayee, Khadijeh Moghaddam, Saghie Laghayee, Nahid Keshavarz, Mahnaz Mohammadi, Nasrin Afzali, Tal'at Taghinia, Fakhri Shadfar, Maryam Shadfar, Elnaz Ansari, Fatemeh Govarayee, Azadeh Forghani, Sommayeh Farid, Minoo Mortezayee, Sara Imanian.
Nooshin Amhadi Khorasani, Parvin Ardalan, Shahla Entesari and Susan Tahmasebi—five prominent members of the women's rights movement—who had to attend their court hearing left the court session in support of their fellow activists. They, too, got arrested upon their departure from the court.
The police officers hit Nahid Jafari's head to the police van and as a result of such violent actions, her teeth broke and the officers are currently refusing to take her to the emergency room.
I copy the complete news from Azadeh Pourzand's blog post here.
Iran-Emrooz,Tehran, Iran, Sunday, March 04, 2007
http://www.iran-emrooz.net/index.php?/news1/12208/
50 of the women's rights movement activists were arrested in front of the Revolutionary Court in Tehran.
The security police forces attacked a peaceful gathering of women's rights activists that had taken place at 8:30 am in front of the Revolutionary Court in Tehran in objection to the recent governmental oppressions and the summoning of some of these activists. The police forces who used violence to scatter the crowd, arrested at least 21 of the protesters.
According to the report published by Advar News, the list of the arrested is as follows:
Asieh Amini, Jila Bani Yaghoub, Mahboubeb Abbasgholizadeh, Mahboubeh Hosseinzadeh, Sara Loghmani, Zara Amjadian, Mariam Hossein Khah, Jelveh Javaheri, Niloofar Golkar, Parastoo Dokoohaki, Zeinab Peyghambarzadeh, Maryam Mirza, Saghar Laghayee, Khadijeh Moghaddam, Saghie Laghayee, Nahid Keshavarz, Mahnaz Mohammadi, Nasrin Afzali, Tal'at Taghinia, Fakhri Shadfar, Maryam Shadfar, Elnaz Ansari, Fatemeh Govarayee, Azadeh Forghani, Sommayeh Farid, Minoo Mortezayee, Sara Imanian.
Nooshin Amhadi Khorasani, Parvin Ardalan, Shahla Entesari and Susan Tahmasebi—five prominent members of the women's rights movement—who had to attend their court hearing left the court session in support of their fellow activists. They, too, got arrested upon their departure from the court.
The police officers hit Nahid Jafari's head to the police van and as a result of such violent actions, her teeth broke and the officers are currently refusing to take her to the emergency room.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
An Old Phenomenon Regarding the Human Nature
It is almost a shame that I haven't written here for this long time.
I was a bit lazy, crazy, and even dizzy lately!
What can I write here?
Let's talk about a funny phenomenon I have observed recently. But before going on, I should warn you that this post is just a grumbling!
OK! The phenomenon is this:
"If someone needs you, you can see her/him almost every few hours. If s/he doesn't need you anymore, well, you are often forgotten".
There is a guy and his wife in our school who came in the town in the last September. At that time, he felt lonely because he didn't know the place, people were not so helpful for him, and anyway, he needed someone to talk, and get advice.
That's completely alright. I helped him a bit, talked with him a few times a week, and after a while, I invited him and his wife to join me for watching a movie, or going to dinner.
After a few months, his wife returned to their own country, and he became lonelier than ever. This forced him to keep in touch with me more often, and the result was simply that I spent most of my time with him.
I must note that I am a person who likes to be lonely most of the times. I don't like other peoples bother me so much. Also I do not like to accompany an individual (even if she is a girl!) for a long time. I need breaks, I need to meet new people and situations, and then come back to old guys.
However, I felt that I can tolerate this situation and at least eat most of my lunches, and dinners, and drink all my coffees with him. Moreover, I almost always invited him for any program I had for my weekends (which usually is just going to a theatre or having a dinner).
Yesterday, we were sitting in our cafeteria and talking about "scientific" subjects. His phone rang and he started talking with some person. During his phone call, he was arranging a meeting for going to a theatre (the one that we always go) for some specific time. After his phone, he smiled and continued his stupid discussion! That was astonishing for me, since I thought if I have invited some person for every program I had for two or three months, it would have been fair to anticipate being invited for the same kind of things. However, it seems that he'd founded some other person to accompany him, and well, there is no other reason for thinking about you! Damned utilitarianist.
I am not a chauvinist (or I believe I am not!), but I feel a strong correlation between where he was raised and this attitude: you gain something from this person, gain it. You can a gain a better thing from other person, go after him.
This is not all of the story though! In the recent few weeks, I sometimes spent my time in another place in the university. So, he couldn't find me anytime he liked. This resulted in his odd reaction which was complaining about my whereabouts and suggesting that I look suspicious. This behavior makes me so angry! Who does anybody think s/he is that s/he can ask such a stupid question from me? I have the freedom to be anywhere I like, without telling anybody beforehand or afterward. I can tolerate these kinds of comments for the first three or four times, but it is annoying for me if I hear it four times a day, and for a two continual weeks. I am tempting to reply him back with something like "I don't care if you ask such a thing from your wife (though I think you shouldn't), but you cannot ask me such a stupid question!".
I was a bit lazy, crazy, and even dizzy lately!
What can I write here?
Let's talk about a funny phenomenon I have observed recently. But before going on, I should warn you that this post is just a grumbling!
OK! The phenomenon is this:
"If someone needs you, you can see her/him almost every few hours. If s/he doesn't need you anymore, well, you are often forgotten".
There is a guy and his wife in our school who came in the town in the last September. At that time, he felt lonely because he didn't know the place, people were not so helpful for him, and anyway, he needed someone to talk, and get advice.
That's completely alright. I helped him a bit, talked with him a few times a week, and after a while, I invited him and his wife to join me for watching a movie, or going to dinner.
After a few months, his wife returned to their own country, and he became lonelier than ever. This forced him to keep in touch with me more often, and the result was simply that I spent most of my time with him.
I must note that I am a person who likes to be lonely most of the times. I don't like other peoples bother me so much. Also I do not like to accompany an individual (even if she is a girl!) for a long time. I need breaks, I need to meet new people and situations, and then come back to old guys.
However, I felt that I can tolerate this situation and at least eat most of my lunches, and dinners, and drink all my coffees with him. Moreover, I almost always invited him for any program I had for my weekends (which usually is just going to a theatre or having a dinner).
Yesterday, we were sitting in our cafeteria and talking about "scientific" subjects. His phone rang and he started talking with some person. During his phone call, he was arranging a meeting for going to a theatre (the one that we always go) for some specific time. After his phone, he smiled and continued his stupid discussion! That was astonishing for me, since I thought if I have invited some person for every program I had for two or three months, it would have been fair to anticipate being invited for the same kind of things. However, it seems that he'd founded some other person to accompany him, and well, there is no other reason for thinking about you! Damned utilitarianist.
I am not a chauvinist (or I believe I am not!), but I feel a strong correlation between where he was raised and this attitude: you gain something from this person, gain it. You can a gain a better thing from other person, go after him.
This is not all of the story though! In the recent few weeks, I sometimes spent my time in another place in the university. So, he couldn't find me anytime he liked. This resulted in his odd reaction which was complaining about my whereabouts and suggesting that I look suspicious. This behavior makes me so angry! Who does anybody think s/he is that s/he can ask such a stupid question from me? I have the freedom to be anywhere I like, without telling anybody beforehand or afterward. I can tolerate these kinds of comments for the first three or four times, but it is annoying for me if I hear it four times a day, and for a two continual weeks. I am tempting to reply him back with something like "I don't care if you ask such a thing from your wife (though I think you shouldn't), but you cannot ask me such a stupid question!".
Monday, November 13, 2006
Forbidden Dreams
One of the most exciting things for me in my universe is dreaming and the way we dream. Sometimes I wake up in the morning and just wonder what happened in my mind last night that I dreamed of this or that. The structure of dreams is so strange and creative that I may say that my most creative "me" is the me who is dreaming.
I just want to write about my last night's fabulous dream. Before going on, I should say that no re-presentation of a dream can be an exact replicate of what happened. I am just telling a story which I am not sure about its accuracy, but I know that it has the same kinds of elements as my dream. Anyway ...
I was thinking about discovering new archaeological site in the world. I believed that there were still many undiscovered places on the earth. You just need to find them and then enjoy your discovering. Suddenly, I thought about using Google Map. You can easily see a lost village or an old shrine by Google map from a satellite view. Though the problem is that finding a place you don't know its whereabouts is not easy. However, my experience of using Google map shows me that it is just a matter of finding a black dot in a big clean place, a dot in an ocean, or a desert. I became fascinated by the idea of writing a small program to fetch a small map from Google map and then finds small points in the map. That was my idea! I let M. knew. I cannot remember his reaction, though I guess he was not so excited.
In the next scene, I was in the map. It was Iran. I could go top and down, left and right, and the unbelievable point is that I could move in the whole country as easy as I drift the map by my mouse. I could hide behind Zagrous, or go to Pars, or go to this place or the other. I cannot remember what happened then, but I remember that someone (maybe a family member) wanted me to marry a girl. I cannot remember the girl, or what happened then, but now I feel that they was thinking about a rural girl, someone from an immigrating tribe (what is the word for "iil"). I tried to avoid it, or at least, I was acting like a shy boy (so this was the reason I was hiding behing Zagrous mountaint!).
After that, I remember that my advisor and his girl added to this marrying-girl complicated story. I cannot remember exactly what happened. He invited me to his home? maybe! I saw his daughter and I liked her? Possible! He suggested me to become his daughter's boyfriend? I think so! Were I looking over her? I don't know! I think the right answer (the thing that I dreamed last night) is that all these things happened together. I become fascinated by the fact that my advisor has a young daughter (between 15-17), and I was considering trying to become her friend, his father was encouraging, but I was a bit reluctant because I thought that making an intimate relationship with an advisor's daughter is not the best thing I can do, and also she was underage too!
It is good to know that my advisor's daughter, as far as I know, is a bit younger that what I thought in my dream (I think in reality she is around 12-13), and I haven't seen her for more than a few seconds, and at that time, only her back was toward me. So actually I just saw her shoulder and something like that. She was not so small though (Based on what I saw, I might estimate her age as 17-18). I should say that I did not fall in love with her at that moment. Also I am not going to wait her grow up before I try becoming her boyfriend. I am not going to do anything with her anyway!
However, the irony of my life is that unbelievable things always happen to me! Maybe someday I marry her! :P
P.S: Dear World! For God's sake, at least let me look at her before changing my life!
I just want to write about my last night's fabulous dream. Before going on, I should say that no re-presentation of a dream can be an exact replicate of what happened. I am just telling a story which I am not sure about its accuracy, but I know that it has the same kinds of elements as my dream. Anyway ...
I was thinking about discovering new archaeological site in the world. I believed that there were still many undiscovered places on the earth. You just need to find them and then enjoy your discovering. Suddenly, I thought about using Google Map. You can easily see a lost village or an old shrine by Google map from a satellite view. Though the problem is that finding a place you don't know its whereabouts is not easy. However, my experience of using Google map shows me that it is just a matter of finding a black dot in a big clean place, a dot in an ocean, or a desert. I became fascinated by the idea of writing a small program to fetch a small map from Google map and then finds small points in the map. That was my idea! I let M. knew. I cannot remember his reaction, though I guess he was not so excited.
In the next scene, I was in the map. It was Iran. I could go top and down, left and right, and the unbelievable point is that I could move in the whole country as easy as I drift the map by my mouse. I could hide behind Zagrous, or go to Pars, or go to this place or the other. I cannot remember what happened then, but I remember that someone (maybe a family member) wanted me to marry a girl. I cannot remember the girl, or what happened then, but now I feel that they was thinking about a rural girl, someone from an immigrating tribe (what is the word for "iil"). I tried to avoid it, or at least, I was acting like a shy boy (so this was the reason I was hiding behing Zagrous mountaint!).
After that, I remember that my advisor and his girl added to this marrying-girl complicated story. I cannot remember exactly what happened. He invited me to his home? maybe! I saw his daughter and I liked her? Possible! He suggested me to become his daughter's boyfriend? I think so! Were I looking over her? I don't know! I think the right answer (the thing that I dreamed last night) is that all these things happened together. I become fascinated by the fact that my advisor has a young daughter (between 15-17), and I was considering trying to become her friend, his father was encouraging, but I was a bit reluctant because I thought that making an intimate relationship with an advisor's daughter is not the best thing I can do, and also she was underage too!
It is good to know that my advisor's daughter, as far as I know, is a bit younger that what I thought in my dream (I think in reality she is around 12-13), and I haven't seen her for more than a few seconds, and at that time, only her back was toward me. So actually I just saw her shoulder and something like that. She was not so small though (Based on what I saw, I might estimate her age as 17-18). I should say that I did not fall in love with her at that moment. Also I am not going to wait her grow up before I try becoming her boyfriend. I am not going to do anything with her anyway!
However, the irony of my life is that unbelievable things always happen to me! Maybe someday I marry her! :P
P.S: Dear World! For God's sake, at least let me look at her before changing my life!
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Sunday, October 22, 2006
O My Strange Feeling
I feel strange tonight. I felt peculiar last night. This weekend was weird for me! I do not want to be in this situation anymore. Can I escape?
What is going on? What happened to me? I don't know. Or at least, I pretend that I am not aware of the casue of my feeling. May I continue this pretension, would this feeling disappear? I am trying that, I'm trying hard!
What is this feeling about? This feeling, well, is related to my loneliness; and it is related to some girls, or better to say, a girl. But I do not want to admit that. No! That girl is not related to my story.
I feel strange, I want to write something. I cannot though. No written word would satisfy me. May be some words to her. NO!Let's just go outside, walk in the darkness, and feel the cold November breeze. Oh November, I feel strange tonight!
What is going on? What happened to me? I don't know. Or at least, I pretend that I am not aware of the casue of my feeling. May I continue this pretension, would this feeling disappear? I am trying that, I'm trying hard!
What is this feeling about? This feeling, well, is related to my loneliness; and it is related to some girls, or better to say, a girl. But I do not want to admit that. No! That girl is not related to my story.
I feel strange, I want to write something. I cannot though. No written word would satisfy me. May be some words to her. NO!Let's just go outside, walk in the darkness, and feel the cold November breeze. Oh November, I feel strange tonight!
Friday, October 20, 2006
Yet Another Weblog (IV) or the Secrets of My Weblog
"A secret?," you may ask yourself, "is there anything mysterious in this new weblog?".
Answer: Yes!
I have a secret that I want to share with you. Actually it is not just a secret. There are several, though I confess that none of them is a big deal - probably at least for you.
1-I am not a native English speaker. I want to write this blog in order to improve my English writing skill. I do not mean those technical type of writings, which I am involved in them anyway, but the kind that people use when they want to write diaries, stories, novels, and so on.
Also having a place to write in English encourages me to read more in English. I am a fan of novels and short stories, but I've read almost all of them in my mother language. However, from now on it is better for me to study literature in English, because:
a) All novels and stories have not translated to my native language
b) In my current place, I have a better access to English literature comparing to my own language
c) Reading stuff in the original language is more fun than reading the translation.
2-This is not the first time I started a blog. I managed a one in my mother tongue for several years, and even I had two other English blogs. The first one is a popular blog for its own!
3-I decided to write anonymously here. I just want to write about anything I wish without thinking whether this may hurt someone or not. I may change my mind later, but now, this is the case!
Usually I was not used to ask anybody to give me a link or write a comment: if they want, they will do, if not, who cares! However, everything is different right now. I would be happy if you put a comment for me, indicate my English mistakes, help me write more "like" a native English writer, and give your opinions about my posts. Also I would be happy if you give me a link since I would get more reader, which means more comments and more feedback, which encourage me to write more and learn more, and etc!
Finally, I hope that this blog be useful for you in some sense! I don't really know how!
Answer: Yes!
I have a secret that I want to share with you. Actually it is not just a secret. There are several, though I confess that none of them is a big deal - probably at least for you.
1-I am not a native English speaker. I want to write this blog in order to improve my English writing skill. I do not mean those technical type of writings, which I am involved in them anyway, but the kind that people use when they want to write diaries, stories, novels, and so on.
Also having a place to write in English encourages me to read more in English. I am a fan of novels and short stories, but I've read almost all of them in my mother language. However, from now on it is better for me to study literature in English, because:
a) All novels and stories have not translated to my native language
b) In my current place, I have a better access to English literature comparing to my own language
c) Reading stuff in the original language is more fun than reading the translation.
2-This is not the first time I started a blog. I managed a one in my mother tongue for several years, and even I had two other English blogs. The first one is a popular blog for its own!
3-I decided to write anonymously here. I just want to write about anything I wish without thinking whether this may hurt someone or not. I may change my mind later, but now, this is the case!
Usually I was not used to ask anybody to give me a link or write a comment: if they want, they will do, if not, who cares! However, everything is different right now. I would be happy if you put a comment for me, indicate my English mistakes, help me write more "like" a native English writer, and give your opinions about my posts. Also I would be happy if you give me a link since I would get more reader, which means more comments and more feedback, which encourage me to write more and learn more, and etc!
Finally, I hope that this blog be useful for you in some sense! I don't really know how!
Monday, October 16, 2006
Yet Another Weblog (III) or Why I Start Writing a New Weblog
One idea is that I try to write my ramblings on this writing-a-weblog thing for a whole year. Although it is not the most interesting topic in the world, but well, it's a kind of self-inspection. I'm sure you have seen many great books about human and humanity and the reason we are human and what should we do, and what we are going to do, and what will happen to us, and all those stuff all written by humans! Well, this is the same: I can write about why I started this weblog and what should be written here and what is going to happen to it and all those things. What's your idea?
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Two sides of the Life
"The good point about the life is that it always goes on.
The bad point is that the previous statement is not always true."
-Me, myself, and I!
The bad point is that the previous statement is not always true."
-Me, myself, and I!
Friday, September 15, 2006
Yet Another Weblog (II)
Writing in a new weblog is a difficult job. Your first posts determine the way you are going to write in the future, or at least in the near future.
You cannot write romantic stuff in your first posts (e.g. "How it comes I love the world this much my sweetest sweetheart" or "My dear readers! Let's hug each other whenever you come in this blog" (and you know it is possible to do so with this new AJAX technology (; )), and then after a month start writing about killing bad people of the world by shooting in their heads, or change your weblog to a p-o-r-n-o-graphical one.
All those said, I confess that I am not quite sure about what I will write in this weblog. Is it going to be a romantic weblog? or is it going to be technology-oriented weblog? I have one idea that I will tell you in my next post.
You cannot write romantic stuff in your first posts (e.g. "How it comes I love the world this much my sweetest sweetheart" or "My dear readers! Let's hug each other whenever you come in this blog" (and you know it is possible to do so with this new AJAX technology (; )), and then after a month start writing about killing bad people of the world by shooting in their heads, or change your weblog to a p-o-r-n-o-graphical one.
All those said, I confess that I am not quite sure about what I will write in this weblog. Is it going to be a romantic weblog? or is it going to be technology-oriented weblog? I have one idea that I will tell you in my next post.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Yet Another Weblog
There are many weblogs in the world, and there are even more people living around. I bet someone may even believe there are several parallel worlds there, but let me not start those kinds of heated debates for a moment.
You may want to know why anyone should start a new blog. Or more than that, you may like to hear who I am, what I do like and what I don't, who are my parents, and what they are doing, and what happened in my mind that leads to this new blog. Well, maybe not, I don't know!
Twenty-some years ago, while some people were sitting in their fighters and bombing some others (No, I am not kidding! Those were real bombs with a huge amount of T.N.T. in them.), and at the same time, a young lady was watering her beautiful flowers, and meanwhile an old guy running a deserted street in order to reach his home and join his family (do you forget? it was bombing and every normal father likes to be close to his wife and children in those tough times), and at the same time an old lady was praying for her grandchild who was going to be born in minutes, I saw the world for the first time to be officially called be born!
Twenty-some years after that incident, I started thinking about creating a new blog and I did it a few days ago, and I am publishing my first post right now!
You may want to know why anyone should start a new blog. Or more than that, you may like to hear who I am, what I do like and what I don't, who are my parents, and what they are doing, and what happened in my mind that leads to this new blog. Well, maybe not, I don't know!
Twenty-some years ago, while some people were sitting in their fighters and bombing some others (No, I am not kidding! Those were real bombs with a huge amount of T.N.T. in them.), and at the same time, a young lady was watering her beautiful flowers, and meanwhile an old guy running a deserted street in order to reach his home and join his family (do you forget? it was bombing and every normal father likes to be close to his wife and children in those tough times), and at the same time an old lady was praying for her grandchild who was going to be born in minutes, I saw the world for the first time to be officially called be born!
Twenty-some years after that incident, I started thinking about creating a new blog and I did it a few days ago, and I am publishing my first post right now!
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