journalist

Gemeinschaft and Gesellschaft Human

2010-10-26T04:02:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time, there was a young European man, whose name was John Murky. He was 30 years old, living in a small village during the 19th century, somewhere in England. He was a farmer, quite the way his fathers were. He was also married to a fairy beautiful woman, whose name was Karla, and fathered a son, Peter.
John used to busy his whole day on the field while Karla managed the kitchen and the house. She was carrying another baby of their love. Peter, 8 years old was the master of chickens and cows, and his haven was among the sheep and goats at their stable or on the field.
It was summer and farmers were harvesting the wheat. John was a farmer. He used to return home after a day of hard labor on the field, which his father left him after he passed away.
The daily doings of a farmer, a housewife and a village boy were all they could busy themselves with. No TV, radio, papers, books, internet, bikes, roller skates, beauty parlors, fashion shows, etc. They just used to spend their Sundays in church and then among their family friends. Peter was good at missionary school. The priest could influence them.
The neighbors were quite busy like all other humans of the green earth. They were at the distance of a garden, wheat or cornfield from each other. So they could see each other, and feel the meaning of a happy family. They were simple in their politics and the personal relations gave meaning to their close distance with the neighbors. Though, they were happy with their neighbors as well. The entire village knew each other and the public sphere was small and friendly.
200 years later, John's grandsons and daughters had their own grandsons and granddaughters fully grown up, well educated, living in towers and flats on the crowded streets of London. The 21st century John was one of these new generations. He had the face of his grand grandfather. He was hard working and busy in his job and studies. He had a car and his habits were watching BBC and reading The Sun. He used to spend his nights in bars and among the friends. Late at night he used to come home with his fairy beautiful partner, Klara. No marriage was better in their philosophy of life. They had agreed to share bed and flat but not their freedom. John used to work on Sundays also. He was 30 years old. He believed in Lord, almighty and the Christ. He tried to respect other faiths, but he was not a practical Protestant. His friends are made on the virtual net. They just used to pop us by the by. Though, they shared their beliefs and good thoughts among friends or on their blogs. John's neighbor had a son. His name was Peter. He was quite busy and attracted to the Playstation. John could hear the noise of the Playstation of Peter every night. Peter didn't know how to make friends with chickens and goats. He was the master of Batman and Spiderman.
Our then and present Johns are of the same blood, but they are different, because the first one lived in a Gemeinschaft era and the modern one lives in a Gesellschaft.
Dear reader, I can't vote for any of them because I love to live in between and have some cultural tips from both. You can better decide which way brings you happiness and prosperity.

Gemeinschaft and Gesellschaft
Gemeinschaft and Gesellschaft are two terms in studying the type of people the media concentrates on; the first one is translated as "community" while the latter as "society-associated". As I have understood, these terms reveal the difference between two stages of communications. Where, people used to live in small groups under the name of family and tribe on the larger scale. The economy in Gemeinschaft era was based on agriculture and political life was completely self-oriented. The personal relations clarified the extent of public participation. One can imagine how a village life was, I think.
On the other hand, as the economy grew and people got richer than before, both in population and wealth, they tried to develop their sphere of activities and their social lives. The industrial and social Renaissance reshuffled the beliefs and the style of living everywhere, no matter what pace it took to reach to the borders of the nations. As I have realized the western countries were privileged to be the first nations to embrace the change. The transfer between Gemeinschaft to Gesellschaft stage brought lots of positive changes to the western human and left the same human in oriental countries untouched!

Man is double

2010-09-29T01:44:00.000-07:00

"Man is double. There are two beings in him: an individual being which has its foundation in the organism and the circle of whose activities is therefore strictly limited, and a social being which represents the highest reality in the intellectual and moral order that we can know by observation---I mean society. This duality of our nature has as its consequence in the practical order, the irreducibility of a moral ideal to a utilitarian motive, and in the order of thought, the irreducibility of reason to individual experience. In so far as he belongs to society, the individual transcends himself, both when he thinks and when he acts." - Emile Durkheim.

essential terms used in daily outputs of the newspapers

2010-08-15T23:50:00.000-07:00

So far, I used to publish my own diaries but it seems the time to change. However, it's hard to break the ice and start a new series of writings on the net; but as I love journalism thanks to its revealing the truth behind the mask of terms and tactics crafted by the politicians and businessmen, I would try to share with you what I understand in this regard. My posts might be every week or every other week. Therefore I apologize before I ever fail to keep the uploading pace going.
For the time being, seems good if we become acquainted with some essential terms used in daily outputs of the newspapers, websites, blogs and other forms of journalism, and then we go to other approaches and theories applied in this field.
Here we start with 10 essential terms Every Journalist Should Know:
1. Lead:
The first sentence of a hard-news story; a brief summary of the story’s main point
2. Inverted Pyramid:
The model used to describe how a news story is structured. It means the heaviest or most important news goes at the top of the story, and the lightest, or least important, goes at the bottom.
3. Copy:
The content of a news article
4. Beat:
Area assigned to a reporter for regular coverage, such as politicians, courts or banks, etc
5. Byline:
The name of a news story's author usually put at the start of the article.
The byline on a newspaper or magazine article gives the name, and often the position, of the writer of the article. Bylines are traditionally placed between the headline and the text of the article, although some magazines (notably Reader's Digest) place bylines at the bottom of the page, to leave more room for graphical elements around the headline.
A typical newspaper byline might read:
John Smith
Staff writer
A byline can also include a brief article summary, introducing the writer by name.
Penning a concise description of a long piece has never been as easy as often appears, as Staffwriter John Smith, now explains:
Magazine bylines, and bylines on opinion pieces, often include biographical information on their subjects. A typical biographical byline on a piece of creative nonfiction might read
John Smith is working on a book, My Time in Ibiza, based on this article. He is returning to the region this summer to gather material for a follow-up essay.
Most modern newspapers and magazines attribute their articles to individual editors, or to wire services. An exception is the British weekly The Economist, which publishes nearly all material anonymously.
6. Dateline:
The city or town, from which a news story originates, or the date of the news usually placed at the start of the story. A dateline is a brief piece of text included in news articles that describes where and when the story occurred, or was written or filed, though the date is often omitted. In the case of articles reprinted from wire services, the distributing organization is also included (though the originating one is not). Datelines are traditionally placed on the first line of the text of the article, before the first sentence. Datelines are not an extremely important component of any paper, but they are usually used if the news isn't local.
The location appears first, usually starting with the city in which the reporter has written or dispatched the report. City names are usually printed in uppercase, though this can vary from one publication to another. The political division and/or nation the city is in may follow, but they may be dropped if the city name is widely recognizable due to its size or political importance (a national capital, for instance). The date of the report comes after, followed by an em dash surrounded by spaces, and then the article.
A typical newspaper dateline might read
BEIRUT, Lebanon, June 2 — the outlook was uncertain today as...
The same story if pulled from the Associated Press (AP) wire might appear as
BEIRUT (AP) — the outlook was uncertain today as...
Datelines can take on some unusual forms. When reporters collaborate on a story, two different locations might be listed. In other cases, the exact location may be unknown or intentionally imprecise, such as when covering military operations while on a ship at sea or following an invasion force.
Other media
The concept of a dateline has been adapted to television. Reporters on news programs might have their location mentioned in an introduction from the news anchor ("Here now from Truth or Consequences, New Mexico, is reporter Nigel Obediah Culpepper"). A field reporter might also end their stories by combining the location from where they filed their report with a "lockout" (the last thing a reporter says in their report, includes their name and station ID) especially if the segment is recorded and not live. (For example, the last bit of a report could sound like "... prompting an investigation into the matter. Richard Hansen, NBC News, London.")
7. Source:
Anyone you interview for a news story
8. Anonymous Source:
A source who does not want to be identified in a news story
9. Attribute:
To tell readers where the information in a news story comes from
10. Morgue:
A newspaper’s library of clippings of old articles
If you read the above, you would find the text both amazing and confusing, because, we never used to look at the news taken apart. Sure, it needs tactics to write professionally, so that the readers get the main point of the news.

2009-11-25T03:33:00.000-08:00

by Walt Whitman

A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;

How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it is any more than he.

I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.

Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,

A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropped,Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose?....

Warm Summer Sun

2009-08-15T21:32:00.001-07:00

Warm Summer Sun
by Mark Twain

Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
Green sod above,
Lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart,
Good night, good night.

And You Thought You Were the Only One

2009-08-15T21:16:00.000-07:00

And You Thought You Were the Only One
by Mark Bibbins

Someone waits at my door. Because he is
dead he has time but I have my secrets--

this is what separates us from the dead.
See, I could order take-out or climb down

the fire escape, so it's not as though he
is keeping me from anything I need.

While this may sound like something I made up,
it is not; I have forgotten how to

lie, despite all my capable teachers.
Lies are, in this way, I think, like music

and all is the same without them as with.
The fluid sky retains regret, then bursts.

He is still there, standing in the hall, insisting
he is someone I once knew and wanted,

come laden with gifts he cannot return.
If I open the door he'll flash and fade

like heat lightning behind a bank of clouds
one summer night at the edge of the world.

After the Dazzle of Day

2009-05-31T22:41:00.000-07:00

After the Dazzle of Day

After the dazzle of day is gone

Only the dark night shows to my eyes the stars;

After the clangor of organ majestic or chorus or perfect band

Silent athwart my soul moves the symphony true.
WALT WHITMAN.

decide to give or to lose

2009-05-03T03:03:00.000-07:00

It's good to feel alive by the way you give. It's bad to find your friends or those around you playing ignorant when it comes to share their knowledge with you. How generous one should be not to fear giving away all in his hand.
Does a man lose if he let others learn part of what he's privileged to learn in the past?
Is life a game of gain and not to lose?

a poem about Christmas or Spring?

2008-12-11T02:14:00.000-08:00

Spring; thou art close to the gates of our field,
When we are preparing for the partying friends.
Christmas, we celebrate thee in our hearts,
Wintry December lightens in our green memories of the past

"me said this poem bro"

Madinnah, Spring 2008

2008-12-07T22:49:00.000-08:00

How I miss Hajj

2008-12-07T22:39:00.000-08:00

I used to take practical Muslims as radical people. Then I changed and put a difference between being a true believer in God and a radical man. Now there is metamorphosis even deeper than what I expected. Faith in God helps humanity survive, no matter how practical you are or in what religion you find it.

My journey to Medinna and Mecca, spring this year, gave me a pause. I didn't expect it! I don't know whether the reader of these words has experienced Hajj or not? But as I should explain my journey to Islam, I would rather say that I expected a castle of opulence and luxury. Much to my surprise the very first look at the four black walls of Kabba rid me of all the burden I had carried all 28 years of my life as a human. I was depressed at the first sight but freed at the end.
One could find the people turning around the house of God as one stream of mankind, wearing no luxurious outfits but a towel in white and walking in bare feet! We all were as one! One nation, one dream, one God! How I miss Hajj, and how I wish to go back to the Masjed-al-Nabi in Medinna and talk to God with my soul in Mecca!

his 28th birthday

2008-08-06T20:45:00.000-07:00

"I came from very far, sitting lonely on the moon. Where are you? I'm missing you! I'm sitting on the moon."

Before his eyes, was the past with the lady.

"What a gloomy world if she doesn't come back on my birthday!" said the young man in his abandoned sleep time under the starless murky sky, promising him a repetitively plain dream if gone to sleep.

He was missing the lady and couldn't hide it; his complex bursting into trickles of tear wetting his old white shirt, after midnight.

The young man was still thinking of the future with an annoying question of whether she would think of him or not? Did she care to come back? At least for the sake of his birthday on the 8th of August!

But she was gone a long time ago!

He was humming a song into the ears of the wind "where are you? I'm sitting on the moon. Where are you? I'm missing you!"

Could the wind take his heavy heart to the lady? Would she come home when she heard those words from the wind?

It was early at dawn and the young man still humming in his last breath "Where are you? I'm missing you!"

2008-08-06T20:41:00.000-07:00

by Tony Hamilton

2008-07-21T02:38:00.000-07:00

Getting used to the new place, it seems that little by little, the new colleagues are accepting the new comer's company here at the dealing office of the bank.
My direct boss runs the office in a friendly way that gives me the feeling as if it's a place to stay and try to prove abilities.
Life is showing its better side but there is a long way to go before I get used to all the new things here I see in my new job.
I've always liked the change and never dangled anywhere for long.
Maybe this time I leave the plane of exodus for stay!
Have I reached the Promised Land here at this office?!
Time would say!

changed my office

2008-07-14T02:06:00.000-07:00

It's been a week since they've changed my office after nearly two years in the Interpreters Group of the Foreign Department.
The new place is called Dealing Middle Office, a division of the same department. Here we sell and buy money from any bank ready to correspond with us.
To change requires patience. Hopely, I've enough of it to get used to the new place. Overly I should kind of forget about the college and MA! Cause' I've got no permission to leave the office!
Seems a bit confusing at the first look but I'd manage it.

the echo of the call for the Morning Prayer in Maddinah

2008-04-23T03:26:00.000-07:00

It was easy to start a journey to the place that I heard so much about before. I walked into the heart of Islam with a long history of ups and downs.
We took off around 13:00 on Saturday April 05, 2008.
The first impression of the brown khaki sands of the deserts, covering all across the Saudi Arabia, fills you with the sense of loneliness and holiness. We were on an airbus of Saudi Airlines accompanied by more than 280 pilgrims. Most of those pilgrims were nice old people. Many of us were experiencing our first journey to Islam. Having been disturbed by the way Arab officers received us at the gates of the airport; we got to the hotel near the Masjed Al-Nabi.
Our room number was 802. At 22:00, Fateme and I walked up the street to the door 7 of the holy mosque and hang about the green dome, enjoying the pleasant weather of the mosque yard. It was our first night of stay in Saudi Arabia and the weather was kindly cool to let us feel it was home away from home.
The Morning Prayer was a miracle! Something strange, that I had never been through before. The pray was as different as the place was. The unity, the humbleness, the large crowd of Muslims from different countries was quite amazing! The call to prayer!
I will never forget the echo of the call for the Morning Prayer in Maddinah. I'm still living with that call....

a Journey to Islam

2008-04-03T00:26:00.000-07:00

a Journey to Islam

Next Saturday (April 05, 2008), my wife (Fateme) and I would start a journey to Mecca and Medina as the two holiest cities of the Islamic nation.
There is a feeling inside that I can't explain!
I'm a little bit nervous about how to make it a success.
Anyway, we would be on the flight to the land, wherein lies the long history of one of the largest religions of humankind.
Dear reader, when I return, I will share with you my experience of such a religious journey.#

Islamic media and sustainable development

2008-03-30T02:28:00.000-07:00

Now on I'd post more on media and journalism as my MA studies. I appreciate if you kindly share your comments on them...

Islamic media and sustainable development

By: Ehsan Abadikhah
ehsanabadikhah@gmail.com

Introduction
Sustainable development theory is part of international studies carried out after the Second World War and coincided with the establishment of the United Nations (1945). The UN named 1960s as the “decade of development” to encourage the then newly established countries and other nations to improve their socio-economic status. Gradually, the role of communication technologies became more important. The fulfillment of human needs while maintaining the quality of the social life made it urgent to be update about the changes. Economy should meet the needs of the present generation and oversee the future generations' potentials for their needs. Therefore, the role of new-tech communication systems in sustainable development remained as a challenge for all the nations, even in the 21st century.

Communication technologies boost the process of development. Existing competitive markets necessitate the knowledge that is in the hands of the developed countries with high-tech communication systems. In this article, we would briefly look at the role of Islamic mass communication systems in the prosperity of Muslim nations.

Sustainable development depends on the welfare as the corner stone of citizens’ willingness to participate in the plans of their governments. However, it does not focus only on economy. Relative policies encompass some general areas of economy, society and communication.

Economy
Economic and social challenges may create opportunities for development. Here we have an ambiguous concept, and a wide array of views to fall under. The concept includes sustainable and unsustainable development if we divide the developed and developing nations into northern and southern countries respectively.
Sustainability in economy is to continue to function properly without causing irreversible damage to the planet’s ecosystems. This may involve providing the current needs of society while ensuring the welfare of future generations. It should minimize poverty, save the ecosystems, increase the value of a currency and reduce inflation.

Some Islamic nations, mostly in the Middle East are naturally gifted with considerable crude oil resources, so we can take oil industry, as an example, to define Islamic nations’ share of natural resources; how they are limited to it and how it pushes them toward losing their opportunities of investing in other resources.
Such nations are suffering from lingering problems both economically and socially, though they are rich in natural resources and can spend as much as they extract the crude oil.The growth of GDP is necessary for sustainable development but it is not necessarily interpreted as the development itself.
The oil-oriented economy is different from the service-oriented one. The first one experiences higher risks while the latter carries on healthier. That is why oil production cannot compete with some international leading car manufacturers. Tourism is another good example of such potentials to create job opportunities, where private sector can play a major role in this area. So far, just a few Muslim countries have been active in this regard.

Society
If the growth process continues, in the long term we will see the development in many aspects of social life. In "unsustainable situations", the nature's resources are used up faster than it can be replenished. Therefore, it requires that people only use nature's resources in a way that be replaced naturally. Theoretically, it is impossible at the present speed of destruction. The long-term result would be the disappearing local environments that are no longer able to sustain human populations to any degree. Such degradation on a global scale could imply destruction for civilization.
New-tech communication
Both society and economy play parallel roles in the healthy growth and development of the country. Is there any need for persuading the nation to save the world? Who can take this heavy role? The answer is mass communication systems.
Let us look at the history of destruction and construction in the world. Invention of radio, before the Second World War, and television after that horrible period of history, influenced the world more than any other agents of communication did. The newly born media had the power to cultivate decisions of the owners. Nazism, for instance, exploited the communication instruments of 1930s to declare war against humanity. The emergence of green NGOs and other humanitarian communities, mostly on the cyber space, has gathered a huge power from around the world in favor of peace and human rights.

The mysterious media really frames the audiences' understanding of the place they live in. One can use the media for the sake of peace and prosperity of all the humanity or vise versa.
Muslim nations share the same Islamic rules and teachings about the economy. Media can work on this aspect and help the Islamic governments mobilize the nation to try for unity and prosperity of the entire Muslim nation in a greater scale.
The media can help through informing, agenda setting, priming and framing those visions of the Islamic governments for Muslim NGOs and communities.

Conclusion
Continuous economic growth is necessary to create sustainable development. If we reach this point, we would find the way to make dreams of social development come true.
Participating media educates a participating nation with democracy. Doing well in just one aspect of growth and leaving the rest untouched will not end in development; it just makes holes in the body of the economy. We should consider both growth and social development at the same time with the same pace. If governments pay no attention to welfare, education, health and happiness of their people and just concentrate on the growth, they will lose the human resources to carry out their plans.
We live in the age of information, and we are here to win or lose the opportunities. Those who invest in new-tech communications would control the market and conduct the business, but those who do not would get to anywhere.
If Muslim nations continue on a knowledge-based growth, attracting foreign investment, they can help their dreams come true. It also depends on a variety of factors, namely social, economic and political stability.
Finally, it is with the combination of all the three elements of society, economy and mass media that a prosperous and participative Muslim nation can live happily and save the natural resources for the next generation on the green planet earth.#

how to produce a phenomenon

2008-01-23T21:31:00.000-08:00

According to real, exact knowledge, one force, or two forces, can never produce a phenomenon. The presence of a third force is necessary, for it is only with the help of a third force that the first two can produce what may be called a phenomenon, no matter in what sphere.

Gurdjieff (1873-1949)
Russian Adept, Teacher and Writer

The hasty holy snow

2008-01-01T20:42:00.000-08:00

The hasty holy snow

Winter is here
Snow is falling
It is cold here
Love is calling

Christmas is blessed and saintly
My heart feels it wholly
It is as white as hasty
As I tread my way lonely

2007-09-25T05:46:00.000-07:00

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

2007-08-15T22:37:00.000-07:00

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.

2007-06-02T02:09:00.000-07:00

2007-06-02T01:52:00.000-07:00

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

lonely couples

2007-05-29T04:09:00.000-07:00

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

2007-05-08T03:00:00.000-07:00

History of a nation lies here!

JALISE Village

2007-04-28T23:39:00.000-07:00

JALISE Village in the early spring

Deylaman

2007-04-28T23:31:00.000-07:00

on the road to Deylaman

Jalise Villagers

2007-04-28T23:10:00.000-07:00

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

2007-04-14T03:04:00.000-07:00

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

MA

2007-02-18T01:55:00.000-08:00

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

snow inside

2006-12-02T23:24:00.000-08:00

Nature still plays cold and I feel the cold inside. There is snow on the street outside and a frozen heart next to the fire place inside. My dear lady lives far away from me and I can't even feel her presence next to my heart. She is gone to the mountains covered with snow and left me here in the middle of a city at the bottom of the same mountain. It is like a wall in between us that separates us to feel the solitude now and then. She is in me and I'm lost in love! She is gone and I'm feeling lonely deep inside. It is cold outside and inside!

if proved reliable

2006-10-07T09:33:00.000-07:00

From desperate loneliness to fall in love is a refuge from nothing to many things.
We might live a short life together but can learn many things out of what people call it love.
All gaps and needs might be filled if proved reliable companions to make one another’s dreams come true.

My Pretty Rose

2006-07-28T09:16:00.000-07:00

My Pretty Rose Tree
by William Blake

A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said "I've a pretty rose tree,"
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.

Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.

to fly

2006-06-04T12:29:00.000-07:00

It’s time to start to change.
By the seashore over the cliffs of life, I open both arms to fly
It’s less than a moment to metamorphosis.
I’m not the way that I used to be.
But life says I should carry on.
Will happen whatever that should.
Heart still beats impatience.
and can’t help flying until tomorrow,
forever, to the invisible.
Maybe, I start again.

Forever and ever!

2006-05-30T12:54:00.000-07:00

It’s possible to fly,
Forever and ever!
There is no need for the wings.
Love can help us survive.
Man can refuge to the clouds.
Wings might be broken,
But strong hearts keep us together.
Forever and ever!

last single spring

2006-05-25T23:30:00.000-07:00

Seems that days are numbered and can’t keep my mind clean!
Some stuffs taken deep into my head and keep me busy every single minute of day and night!
I See the illusion of the future far ahead and have a desire burning me inside!
Days are numbered and may be it is the last spring that I breathe single in my life!

strangers you and I

2006-05-19T10:01:00.000-07:00

I asked with eyes more than the lips
For a hearty love and care for a while,
And she turned and looked at the road afar,
With out a heartfelt care for the poor of God.
Stranger, you and I.
Summer was in the air;
Stranger, I wish I loved for a while more!
She chose to leave rather than to love!
Stranger, she and I!

friends leave

2006-05-12T01:49:00.000-07:00

Life plays strange! It trades this with that; I’ve been waiting a year to return to Tehran _the city I like the best in Iran_ but as I get closer to my date of departure I hear some news about some friends’ leaving the city to some other places. One leaves the country, the other moves to a far-away city in the north-west of this very country and so on. May be it is common in the eyes of destiny. So let’s play life the way it is!

been living lonely enough

2006-03-31T09:47:00.001-08:00

Life is composed of stages which differ for each person. Once we go for knowledge, once for power and the other time for love.To me it has reached a place where I need to make a husband, to raise a little family along with a lady to make my better half! I’m tired of loneliness for have been living lonely enough to turn to a couple one!

love is just to give

2006-03-21T12:32:00.000-08:00

Is it important how expensive we wear?! Is it really of any importance how luxurious we drive?! How could a man live in wealth and his fellows cry for a day of simple smile!
How can a woman pay many many wads of bucks for a beautiful ring and get a poor girl past on the street, while the little girl looks at her but the lady is blind to see the drops of tears on her eyes!
Why can’t we act on messages of love and share our happiness with those who may need it more?!
Love or wealth?
Let me tell you an old short story:
Once, a lady traded a poor lover for a wealthy one. She thought it might have been the right thing to choose (and may be it was). The lady went for wealth and the man for loneliness. The poor man lived and grieved days and nights. Time passed as fast as it used to. Some years after, their last kiss was still a sweet humming of fall’s tale in the ears of the lonely man. He was still in love and had a lost-square of the puzzle in his mind to find the reason behind his question: why human trades love for money?!
God was his only companion through those nights of tears and never ending expectations of a special call from the beloved but she had thoroughly forgotten all that was in between them. Love was for the first time and that first time was over. Life went on. He got a better job. He made good friends. He became a promising man of his talents and the poverty was said to be over. Now he had learnt many things, say caring for the poor, caring for the friends, caring for those who wish to share his happiness.
God was still with the man. He was with all those who had a broken heart! God helped him survive. The man promised to care and not to forget the true love who asks for nothing but love. He had learnt though those hard times that love was not just to receive but to give!

road to humanity forks

2006-03-07T11:41:00.000-08:00

Mankind writes the finis against his beliefs and love when he uses force in dealing with others. Even a forced kindness is bad.
Human is an incredible and unbelievable thing when tries to hide behind masks of deception and fraud.
Future promises an epitaph of victory for love and there the road to humanity forks, then every single soul would go his own way far from others. Why war? Why not peace and freedom? Why all dark sides of the history? What a world could it be if we could learn how to love and to be loved in return! Only love lasts for ever.

Death Be Not Proud

2006-03-03T07:24:00.000-08:00

Death Be Not Proud
By John Donne

Death be not proud, though some have called
thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost
overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must
flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and
desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

I happened to read this poem which reminded me of a dear professor _ Ms Shamsavary_who helped me find the true path toward love and eternity.
Who do you remember when you read it?

life in death and death in life

2006-02-26T11:39:00.000-08:00

Is it important how we believe in God?
Images of God float before me and among all the isms and religions recorded on earth I’ve converted to a combination of all!
I have many friends in many religions, say Judaism, Christianity, Islam, Buddhism, and have seen as many among atheism and spiritualism. Once I was on a journey to Malaysia where I happened to visit a temple of Buddhists and also a cave dedicated to Hindus in the suburb of KL.
It was so much of great surprise to me to see the way they prayed to God! Free from this and that! Just speak with your heart’s language. It was of so beauty that I doubted in my previous beliefs. After a while I went through a kind of metamorphosis and became kind of a combination of all of them.
One might call it life in death and death in life. And I was thoroughly changed. I still believe in God but look at him from a different point of view that I used to in the past.
It’s not important how we believe in Him when we find the path a true one to him.
Kindness, peace, charity, humility and all those good wishes for humanity are the elements of a true religion.

WOW!

2006-02-11T09:32:00.000-08:00

Having been moved by the way that friends happen to behave in their relations with me, I happen to ponder about the real place I might have in their eyes!
My ex-girlfriend still picks some of my brain on her relation with her new lover and in all of her words reminds me that she still loves the new fellow very much indeed! WOW! One other buddy calls me in days of need and when gets his job done, sets the mobile off and cares no fuck for the call I make on his mobile! Another gal falls in love and asks for closer relations but when I reply negative, she puts it down to my being a gay!
You know, there have been many reasons behind all those reactions and the big cause of them is me.
If my friends get fed up with me and if they come back to remind me of their love with better lovers, if they care not a penny for my times of need, for sure that must be a sign of my own faults.
Now that I have counted all those faults of mine, I would try to deal my friends wiser! What do you say about this?!

unconscious

2006-01-27T01:19:00.000-08:00

To write about tomorrow, to write about dreams, to know that they are just wishes, to know that it’s not true. I just want to keep writing for the mere sake of writing.
There should be no purpose behind dreams of youth. They just pass as they happen to pop up! Reality shows no care to dreams. Reality makes its way as it has been destiny. How cruel the beauty of a lady is! How poor the desire of a man might be!

earn

2006-01-25T12:19:00.000-08:00

"Hearts are not had as a gift, but hearts are earned" R. Frost.

love me

2006-01-12T22:22:00.000-08:00

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

A Man's RequirementsPoem lyrics of A Man's Requirements by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

I
Love me Sweet, with all thou art,
Feeling, thinking, seeing;
Love me in the lightest part,
Love me in full being.

II
Love me with thine open youth
In its frank surrender;
With the vowing of thy mouth,
With its silence tender.

III
Love me with thine azure eyes,
Made for earnest grantings;
Taking colour from the skies,
Can Heaven's truth be wanting?

IV
Love me with their lids,
that fallSnow-like at first meeting;
Love me with thine heart, that all
Neighbours then see beating.

V
Love me with thine hand stretched out
Freely -- open-minded:
Love me with thy loitering foot,
--Hearing one behind it.

VI
Love me with thy voice, that turns
Sudden faint above me;
Love me with thy blush that burns
When I murmur 'Love me!'

VII
Love me with thy thinking soul,
Break it to love-sighing;
Love me with thy thoughts that roll
On through living -- dying.

VIII
Love me in thy gorgeous airs,
When the world has crowned thee;
Love me, kneeling at thy prayers,
With the angels round thee.

IX
Love me pure, as muses do,
Up the woodlands shady:
Love me gaily, fast and true,
As a winsome lady.

X
Through all hopes that keep us brave,
Farther off or nigher,
Love me for the house and grave,
And for something higher.

XI
Thus, if thou wilt prove me, Dear,
Woman's love no fable,
I will love thee -- half a year --
As a man is able.

METAMORPHPOSIS

2006-01-06T00:46:00.000-08:00

METAMORPHPOSIS is what the life, in which all of us share a world of differences, asks for.Every single person might feel some aspects of this change inside, though it shares different things with different people.No can save him/herself from this concept because no body is infallible and even a mere unimportant mistake we do teaches us how not to repeat it the second time we happen to come to it.It seems interesting that even prophets with their claims for righteousness and divinity couldn’t shun this!All of them have always promised some how a different world with better conditions for humanity; this is what we can refer to as a second coming of the Christ, Mohammad’s nation’s savior (Mahdi), Moses’ wandering nation across the world and many other nations who have been wishing for a second-time chance to come forward in their illusions.Human is full of weakness and each time he loses, he wishes for the second time chance.Disillusioned by the concept of hope we all look far into the sky to see whether there falls a super duper man from the havens onto the earth or not.Why nature is so weak that we commit our wrongs by ourselves and wish the second time with a stronger hero?!

I’m sad

2005-12-15T13:08:00.001-08:00

Honesty, self-denials, godliness, and many other words that belong to the normal life are losing their meanings in my book of life.
How is it that human gives them life and values?!
How would it be if those words belong to the man-created theories in order to hide his jealousy?!
If a man is married and also in love with many other ones, will he be called a traitor to the laws of attraction?!
How a soul can be strong to reason the shaking hands by the touch of an attractive stranger who asks for nothing but a velvet touch of unconsciousness!
Is there any saint to second Jesus on earth?
Even he himself might have been doing things that his disciples failed to detect in his life!
Sin is for humanity and there can be no prophet exempted in this case.
The ravishing sexuality appears as if different flowers that emit their own single scents; some thing that one can find no where but on earth and in the body language of sex. Even the same can be said about those men and women who may be destined to live and suffer from the name they have been carrying after a superficially formal ceremony of marriage.
The more life goes on, the more I lose my faith on marriage and even some times there comes a gap in my identity, the way that I used to look at the world, the way that I will become used to and the one who has to forget me by the by in her unwanted life of togetherness.
Metamorphosis is my situation in every day passage of life.
I’m sad... .

murky future

2005-12-10T10:12:00.000-08:00

Feel as if motionless in deciding for the murky future to which I haven’t given a thought.
I can’t differ between what is good and what is not!
Making my mind for a new life, I hesitate and look back to those days of my first love, to which I still belong.
Then, unconsciously, tears roll down my face and wash a little bit of the best memories from this broken heart.
Though a long time has passed, she still dwells in my mind; nothing can change the reality and maybe it is the last time I am able to let my mind ponder about it.
Does a man have to pick up a mate for the rest of his life? Can’t life be the other way?
It is still unclear who this match might be but for sure this time there would be no loss on that for none of the sides.
No can break the promise or get kind of loose feet in the days of hard and joy.

to marry

2005-12-06T07:21:00.000-08:00

Sounds hard when things become serious in the real world.
Friends are quite different in your eyes and you are not as much about as the same in theirs. I remember how one of my friends looked like when he was in his groom’s suits, the night he left his world of loneliness and started sharing the rest of his life with a lady.
I couldn’t say why he was dubious and uncertain in his face rather could feel the coldness of his temper when took him between my arms to exchange warm words of happiness in his night of marriage. Every body were having a merry night of love and happiness but he was pondering about one of his hardest decisions ever made in 32 years that he had lived until that night; I asked for the reasons and he replied with uncertainty about the future.
Now, they have been married for a year and my turn has come to make it for the future.
Having lost all my calmness, I play it by the ear and wait for the things to happen by themselves, to see what it would be in the days that no one knows his next steps to take.

Nothing Gold Can Stay

2005-12-03T08:54:00.000-08:00

Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Frost.

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

nostalgic weather

2005-11-25T09:40:00.000-08:00

Fall is getting close to its longest night and I’m sitting over here remembering the past good days of youth that were spent in friendships and love.
Love makes the only experience of man including both sweet and bitter memories.
Fall can be named as the best season for love and affection due to its tenderly nostalgic weather and drops of rain; so is my feelings when I open the windows to let the cool breeze inside; to rid me of all the pains.

alone

2005-11-25T05:55:00.000-08:00

no stranger comes to read my thoughts!

a pleasant night in Fall

2005-11-24T09:43:00.000-08:00

It's a pleasant night in Fall so Let your kisses reach the stars and your good wishes enrich the beauty of the humanity on earth.
Let there be no poor to grieve for your attention.
Let there be no tear drops wasted on hates and angers.
Let there be no love denied from any lonely hearts.
Let there be love to all.

so fragile

2005-11-18T04:15:00.000-08:00

I denno whether I’m wrong or the way that I look at the world!
In nothing I can find the comfort I have been after for years; in friendship I find it so fragile. In love I can never make it! At work I can’t see it!
In God I only wish it!

2005-11-13T09:31:00.000-08:00

If there be a case to choose between the seasons I like better, I would vote for the Fall!
In fall, nature shows love and attention to the human soul!

i live for thee

2005-11-12T09:00:00.000-08:00

Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead
(Alfred Lord Tennyson)
Home they brought her warrior dead:She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:All her maidens, watching, said,‘She must weep or she will die.’
Then they praised him, soft and low,Called him worthy to be loved,Truest friend and noblest foe;Yet she neither spoke nor moved.
Stole a maiden from her place,Lightly to the warrior stepped,Took the face-cloth from the face;Yet she neither moved nor wept.
Rose a nurse of ninety years,Set his child upon her knee—Like summer tempest came her tears—‘Sweet my child, I live for thee.’

autumn

2005-11-11T09:13:00.000-08:00

It is so cool to drive at night when there comes a cool breez to make sure the presence of fall!

silence

2005-11-07T10:11:00.000-08:00

<strong>some times silence speaks

Our Ego

2005-10-24T14:01:00.000-07:00

It has been quite a while since I have ceased to jug down my trouble-struck mind’s stuffs onto the place people call it the virtual world.
Some times it seems fine to get back to the world of consciousness and unconsciousness so that feel alive and keep waiting for others writing on the box of confession.
Seems we human feel like being flattered by those we label them as friends of ‘mine’. Our ego drives us to where it can find comfort and joy. We make friends for days of need. Aren’t we changing the spiritual matters into earthly yearning needs of the flesh?!

A Dream

2005-10-15T11:36:00.000-07:00

A Dream
by Edgar Allan Poe.
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?

That holy dream - that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?

heavy heart

2005-10-15T11:05:00.000-07:00

Some times there is something to talk about, though there is no body to share part of one’s grieves and burdens at heart with! Heart is a small space made out of flesh but with a wonderful capacity to carry the heavy feelings of a human! Who can stand? Who has caused this? I wish I could cry out all those matters flaming and fuming me!

territories

2005-10-10T13:16:00.000-07:00

Some times, territories and distances are kind of a burden to human soul cause when one lives in a region for a long time, he gets used to the environment and all those around him. But when he is destined to move from his new nationality to the old folks he might feel discontent with what he is doomed to experience, even if it be a matter of temporary thing. I can hardly remember the home-coming feeling when I found out that I had to move to the region I was born in. my parents are still living in the north of Iran. It is the best part of the Asia which can rival the Europe in weather and green environment. But in my opinion I am a small fish who belongs to a big river like Tehran, where I grew up, got my degrees, fell in and out of love, and overly more than half of my friends are there. I became a journalist there and still work as a translator with some online and print media there. I hope the days of exile to a branch of a bank see their ends and I get back to my big sea to grow up better than before. I wish technology could break the distances!

2005-09-30T09:00:00.000-07:00

to remain honest

2005-09-30T08:08:00.000-07:00

“No body is perfect, / what did you expect? / I was dishonest.”
Is it important to remain honest? Who can claim that in his life there had been no time to break the laws of affection? Can any body name such a man or woman who has proved honesty always? I guess not! Even God some times happens to keep away from what he claims as respecting and caring for the poor and helpless. He plays with his creatures and no play has been fair and trick-free. Justice has always been known as something rare to share. Why here comes no pure purity in humanity?
Why we are born from seeds of passion and lust?!
We are used to fool ourselves that lies can be white and harmless?
Human who finds himself desperate and full of guilt wishes for purity, justice, perfect bring in his own mind-made god.