All the summer was here to measure the treasure I was gifted though getting used to the presence of a beautiful red rose next to me, I had nothing but a fore granted beauty in my eyes. The time passed to remind me the time to say goodbye.
How forgetful I was that couldn’t see these days ahead of mine!
Now the cool winds of fall are coming home to slap the feeling of solitude in my face.
My little rose has gone with the winds of the high mountains.
Will here come another spring to love again?!

Space I can recover. Time, never

One day we meet.

One day we leave one another.
We put all our energy into saying "hellos" and hate to say "good byes".
Time is short to live happily.
"Space I can recover. Time, never!" said N. Bonaparte.

fresh green air on top of the mountains, Gilan, Iran, June, 2007!

lonely couples

Having been accepted as a permanent teacher, they're so glad about another success in the family. It meant a prosperous life then.
That time they didn't know that it also meant hard days of solitude and depression for both lovers. She had to live on the peaks of the mountains and he'd to stay far far away; she's in a village and he in a metropolis; she in solitude and he among the crowd; she's teaching honesty and love and he's selling and buying money. Quite a paradox!
He'd never forget previous year's fall, winter and even current year's spring.
9 months of separate married life in the first year of coupling!
She had made her mind to go for what destiny had decided for her. The husband was proud of his lover's success.
Now, they're gonna celebrate the first anniversary of marriage and still he lives with her memories for they rarely meet one another. Summer should be the best chance to feel her presence for the whole season! The warmer these sunny days become, the more they might forget those days of cold loneliness. May they one day live as one family, contrary to the cold days of winter!

Deylaman mountains

History of a nation lies here!

JALISE Village

JALISE Village in the early spring

Deylaman

on the road to Deylaman

Jalise Villagers

Early this new solar year in Iran we decided to make our holidays up in the mountain where Fateme works as a teacher in a village school. We packed our sack to hit the roads.
Langroud to Lahijan, Lahijan to Siahkal, Siahkal to Deylaman and from there to the village called Jalise, where I had been once before and had seen many beautiful scenes full of never ending natural beauty.
Half of the way was ok, though it was 13th of Farvardin( April 2nd 2007) and the roads were heavy with traffic made by the crowds of people enjoying their last days of vacations in the most beautiful parts of Iran's northern cities. There was sun in the sky in Langroud but the weather turned to wet by the time we reached Siahkal town! There were only some miles between Langroud and Siahkal but the climatic conditions were quite different!
The cabbie hit the road and the green journey began! We just reached 2000 meters above the sea level that the cold weather turned the drops of rain into flakes of snow! I actually couldn't believe the scene! More than 10cm snow was on the curb side! Cars couldn't drive with out chains!
All those snow made us stay in a local house for 24 hours.
The very next day the sun was the only empire of the sky!
We continued our journey to Jalise, somehow 3 or 4 thousand meters above the sea level.
Residents of Jalise are not so friendly and as I've realized a little bit more than curious about the strangers who pass the muddy passages of the small village. The nearest neighboring village is half an hour away. The village has around 100 households or less. Families have more than 5 children at least!
Fateme teaches mathematics in the only secondary school of the village! Students aren't good looking in their cloths but have innocent beautiful faces. Their main activity of the villagers is shepherding and working on the farms. One can feel poverty in their eyes or the odor they emit! Life gets it hard on them and half of the year it is cold. It is spring but here on the peak of one of the many mountains of the Alborz chain I can feel what cold weather means though the sun had melted all the snow on the ground!
We had started our journey a few days ago from Tehran in just a T-shirt and ended here in Pullover! I'll write more on that village again….

hard college

seems difficult to keep pace of the running sessions of college when one has gotta work hard too!

MA

i'm gonna pursue studies in communications field for MA!
i got accepted guys!