I Am an Iranian Daughter

Iran`s Historical Monuments,Iranian`s ceremonies,and some times my Thoughts, Diary...

Monday, May 26, 2003

In your light I learn how to learn.
In your beauty, how to make poems.

You dance inside my chest,
Wheae no one sees you,

But sometimes I do, and that
sight becomes this art.

I wait for you.
(written by Mollana, translated by Kordasty.)

Sunday, May 18, 2003

I really do not know why I can not love him. He is so nice, he has a good job, and he can communicate people so good and effect them. Despite of his attempts he can not effect me and even lead me to think about him. Sometimes I feel he wants to deny my talents and abilities, although, my friends do not think so, they believe that, he just wants to support me
and sometimes he wants to show me his talents not more.
Sometimes I decide to be more kind to him, but when I see him I forget it, maybe his behaviors cause it. Really why does he want to show me his high position in society?! Despite, he knows that I know it.

During this week I think about these sentences:

�You can not change your condition in life until and unless you Change your thinking�.
�Today you are the result of all your past thinking�

I heard these sentences in TNT tape, which was offered by my
teacher in class. Thanks, thanks so much, you lead me to thinking more, my dear and respectful teacher.

Wednesday, May 14, 2003

Whoever has heard of me,
Let him prepare to come and see me,
Whoever desires me,
Let him search for me.
He will find me
Then let him choose none other than I

Written by Molana, translated by Kordasti.

Sunday, May 11, 2003

These days I feel so close to my nice and dearest partner, who lives in my mind, since I know myself. (Do not think that, I am a visionary girl) I really do not know, why?! But I feel him and something pull me to wait for him and be cheer.
. Sometimes I feel, I will meet him so soon. Oh, I do not know, Who is he?! Where is he?! And when does he want to come?! I just know Whoever he is, and wherever he lives I love him from my birth up to my death.

Believe or not I love you darling, because you are messenger of my God. Nobody can force me to choose any one except you.


Again a poem of MOLANAtranslated by Ali Kordasty.
I present it to holy MAHDI- the 12th shia imams- who I really love him. And I always ask God, he comes as soon as possible, liberates and save people around the world.

I desire you
More than food or drink.

My body
My senses,
My mind,
Hunger for your taste.

I can sense your presence
In my heart,
Although you belong
To all the world.
I wait with the silent passion,
For one gesture, one glance from you.

Saturday, May 10, 2003

Today when I came back home, I was too tired. When I got on the bus I took a seat by window. I started to whisper one of my popular song. Because nothing more than singing can calm and relax me. But suddenly I understood someone were looking at me surprisingly, I shied, stopped and looked at out in darkness. After that I felt upset too, because I can not finish my song. Really why we .concern about others thoughts more than our comfortable?!


I want you to lough
to kills all your worries
to love you
to nourish you

oh sweet bitterness!
I will soothe you and heal you
I will bring you roses
I too have been coveredwith thorns

I really love you! my dear and favorite partner. I present this beautiful poem ( written by Molana) just to you and all the beloved around
the world.

Today, our topic in class was about money. Some of my classmates talked about it. Among all class two sentences affected me and magically carve into my memory. Those are:
When the MONEY talks, nobody can say any thing. ?
MONEY is nothing and everything.

Really why? ? ? If it is a fact, where is the position of dignity and humanity in society? !

Friday, May 02, 2003

My soul wants to fly away
When your presence call it so sweetly.
My soul wants to take flight,
When you whisper,� Arise�
A fish wants to dive
From dry land into the ocean,
When it hears the drum beating �Return�.

This poem was written by MOLANA �one of the famous iranian poet � I present it to my dear friend.

In the morning sky was full of clouds and in this weather I feel upset. I preferred to stay in bed. But I had to go to my work. Finally I jumped out of bed and ate a cup of tea as my breakfast, then I kissed my mother and went out. I took a taxi it was not economic but it was better than getting on the crowded bus. I tough my foreign students Farsi and then my Iranian students English. When I finish my works, it was rainy that was so nice. I preferred to walk. At first I feel pleasure and I said thanks to God for his rain. I looked at the trees and flowers they seemed so beautiful and magic. The city looked so nice that I felt presence of angels on the earth. But where ever I went I saw a couple, a boy and a girl, a lady and a gentleman, even the sparrows were couple. I do not know what they talked about maybe they talked about their love or � I did not know. I just knew I was alone without any partner to enjoy walking and talking about�. I continued my road. Suddenly I saw a couple they walked separately and sometimes they shouted something which was not pleasure. At that time I confused which one is better? ! Be alone and enjoy or together and � .
What is your idea?