<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687</id><updated>2012-02-20T07:10:48.924+03:30</updated><category term='Poem'/><category term='My Pink Sky'/><category term='Personality Findings'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Let's Learn English</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-112049197811378610</id><published>2007-07-28T07:40:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:44:13.656+03:30</updated><title type='text'>The Joy I Felt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RrI64CjM8oI/AAAAAAAAATQ/qrykghEFacQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094198862941057666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RrI64CjM8oI/AAAAAAAAATQ/qrykghEFacQ/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Admist the wispering winds&lt;br /&gt;High above the trees;&lt;br /&gt;I heard &lt;strong&gt;His&lt;/strong&gt; loving voice&lt;br /&gt;While down upon my knees.&lt;br /&gt;I sat there in silence&lt;br /&gt;Listening for more;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His&lt;/strong&gt; comfort pierced my soul&lt;br /&gt;Straight down to the core.&lt;br /&gt;Words can only&lt;br /&gt;Vaguely&lt;br /&gt;Describe the joy I felt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His&lt;/strong&gt; arms wrapping&lt;br /&gt;Warmly&lt;br /&gt;Around me as I knelt.&lt;br /&gt;Then the moment passed&lt;br /&gt;My daily prayer time through;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I knew &lt;strong&gt;He&lt;/strong&gt; would be with me&lt;br /&gt;Because I asked &lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt; to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. In the time it took to read this poem, you too could kneel in prayer and feel the warmth of His love. Let's pray together and then spread the joy to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blesstheday.com/"&gt;Taken from&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-112049197811378610?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/112049197811378610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=112049197811378610' title='52 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/112049197811378610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/112049197811378610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/07/joy-i-felt.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;The Joy I Felt!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RrI64CjM8oI/AAAAAAAAATQ/qrykghEFacQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>52</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-674315625595780110</id><published>2007-07-28T07:11:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2010-05-22T13:51:09.485+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Each Moment I've Been Given </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RqrBNijM8nI/AAAAAAAAATI/FzTqZUrDK-U/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092094767052681842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RqrBNijM8nI/AAAAAAAAATI/FzTqZUrDK-U/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I awoke this morning&lt;br /&gt;The sun shone with delight;&lt;br /&gt;The vision I saw before me&lt;br /&gt;Was a truly beautiful sight.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at the view&lt;br /&gt;Of pure and simple glory;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of each blessing&lt;br /&gt;That makes up my life's story.&lt;br /&gt;I thought of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all your gifts to me;&lt;br /&gt;Each memory we have shared&lt;br /&gt;Has helped my heart to see...&lt;br /&gt;For each moment I've been given&lt;br /&gt;To live and hope and share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thank God that &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;YOU &lt;/span&gt;are there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-674315625595780110?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/674315625595780110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=674315625595780110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/674315625595780110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/674315625595780110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/07/each-moment-ive-been-given_28.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Each Moment I&apos;ve Been Given &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RqrBNijM8nI/AAAAAAAAATI/FzTqZUrDK-U/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-8793190662013439349</id><published>2007-07-28T06:03:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:49:03.742+03:30</updated><title type='text'>To My Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My father is alone,&lt;br /&gt;Even more alone than me!&lt;br /&gt;He has his own sky&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what color is.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe blue,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe white,&lt;br /&gt;But I am sure it has pinkish clouds&lt;br /&gt;Raining on his daughter's sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 27px; HEIGHT: 24px" height="24" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/h.gif" width="32" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="22" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/a.gif" width="24" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 27px; HEIGHT: 23px" height="23" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/p.gif" width="39" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="23" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/p.gif" width="22" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 22px; HEIGHT: 31px" height="31" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/y.gif" width="28" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/empty.gif" width="20" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 15px; HEIGHT: 23px" height="23" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/i.gif" width="21" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="23" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/r.gif" width="31" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 20px; HEIGHT: 22px" height="22" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/a.gif" width="27" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="24" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/n.gif" width="30" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="23" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/i.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="22" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/a.gif" width="28" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 27px; HEIGHT: 24px" height="24" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/n.gif" width="35" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/empty.gif" width="20" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 25px; HEIGHT: 23px" height="23" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/f.gif" width="31" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="22" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/a.gif" width="27" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="23" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/t.gif" width="30" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="24" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/h.gif" width="31" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="23" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/e.gif" width="21" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="23" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/r.gif" width="31" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 9px; HEIGHT: 2px" height="20" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/empty.gif" width="20" border="0" /&gt;' &lt;img height="25" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/s.gif" width="20" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/empty.gif" width="20" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 27px; HEIGHT: 24px" height="24" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/d.gif" width="32" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="22" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/a.gif" width="26" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 25px; HEIGHT: 31px" height="31" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/y.gif" width="29" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovehategame.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 163px; HEIGHT: 196px" height="254" src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/278/278360ux689qma1c.gif" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By: Parisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-8793190662013439349?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/8793190662013439349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=8793190662013439349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/8793190662013439349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/8793190662013439349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-my-father.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;To My Father&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-5183000860394494767</id><published>2007-07-27T15:21:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-07-27T15:38:10.583+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Hello All!!!</title><content type='html'>During the months that I could not be able to add sth on my blog, I felt really &lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt;. It was some how good because I noticed that how my blog can fill my loneliness and how it is good to share my feelings with all the people. It makes me &lt;strong&gt;calm&lt;/strong&gt; when I think that I have a &lt;strong&gt;WORLD&lt;/strong&gt; to express myself. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HAVE REALLY MISSED YOU GUYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! And now I am really glad to have the pink sky of my loneliness again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-5183000860394494767?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/5183000860394494767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=5183000860394494767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/5183000860394494767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/5183000860394494767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-all.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Hello All!!!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-7522014732765261268</id><published>2007-06-07T20:54:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-06-07T21:27:57.222+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Alone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RmhBujiCUnI/AAAAAAAAAS0/aHvrPEJvrxI/s1600-h/life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073377248300651122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RmhBujiCUnI/AAAAAAAAAS0/aHvrPEJvrxI/s400/life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alone to cry&lt;br /&gt;Alone to laugh&lt;br /&gt;Alone to smile&lt;br /&gt;Alone to frown&lt;br /&gt;Alone to live&lt;br /&gt;Alone to die&lt;br /&gt;Alone to wander&lt;br /&gt;Alone to discover&lt;br /&gt;Alone to learn&lt;br /&gt;Alone to live&lt;br /&gt;Alone in pain&lt;br /&gt;Alone in hurt&lt;br /&gt;Alone in joy&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the night&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Alone in this life&lt;br /&gt;Alone in this world&lt;br /&gt;Alone in boredom&lt;br /&gt;Alone in knowledge&lt;br /&gt;Alone in this state&lt;br /&gt;Alone with people&lt;br /&gt;Alone right now&lt;br /&gt;Alone when I was born&lt;br /&gt;And alone when I will die&lt;br /&gt;Alone walking through life  &lt;br /&gt;No one will know how I live&lt;br /&gt;No one will know who I am&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever get to know me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am always alone&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To do everything on your own&lt;br /&gt;To live with no recognition&lt;br /&gt;To share my pride with no one&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to have someone&lt;br /&gt;To live my life with&lt;br /&gt;But for nowI will continue alone&lt;br /&gt;And all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By: Tom Bennett &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-7522014732765261268?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/7522014732765261268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=7522014732765261268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/7522014732765261268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/7522014732765261268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/06/alone.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Alone!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RmhBujiCUnI/AAAAAAAAAS0/aHvrPEJvrxI/s72-c/life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-5984298450626498494</id><published>2007-05-29T16:00:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-05-29T16:21:21.303+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Somethings Can Never Be Seen!</title><content type='html'>Why do we close our eyes?&lt;br /&gt;When we pray,&lt;br /&gt;When we cry,&lt;br /&gt;When we dream,&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful things in life&lt;br /&gt;Are not seen&lt;br /&gt;But felt by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Amandeep Singh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-5984298450626498494?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/5984298450626498494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=5984298450626498494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/5984298450626498494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/5984298450626498494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-things-can-never-be-seen.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Somethings Can Never Be Seen!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-4092122520888064849</id><published>2007-05-29T15:46:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-05-29T15:55:01.718+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Pink Sky'/><title type='text'>Is It Possible?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rlwae8sVcSI/AAAAAAAAASs/0Sqb5STfeBo/s1600-h/freedom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069956399502815522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rlwae8sVcSI/AAAAAAAAASs/0Sqb5STfeBo/s400/freedom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-4092122520888064849?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/4092122520888064849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=4092122520888064849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/4092122520888064849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/4092122520888064849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/05/is-it-possible.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Is It Possible?!?&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rlwae8sVcSI/AAAAAAAAASs/0Sqb5STfeBo/s72-c/freedom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-7141748717905056985</id><published>2007-05-23T13:03:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-05-23T13:36:31.679+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Pink Sky'/><title type='text'>God's Cake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RlQSEcsVcRI/AAAAAAAAASk/99s9kzdzpA8/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067695348329574674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RlQSEcsVcRI/AAAAAAAAASk/99s9kzdzpA8/s400/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we wonder, &lt;strong&gt;"What did I do to deserve this?"&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;"Why did God have to do this to me?"&lt;/strong&gt; Here is a wonderful explanation! A daughter is telling her Mother how everything is going wrong, she's failing algebra, and her best friend is moving away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, her Mother is baking a cake and asks her daughter if she would like a snack, and the daughter says, "Absolutely Mom, I love your cake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here, have some cooking oil," her Mother offers. "Yuck" says her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How about a couple raw eggs?" "Gross, Mom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like some flour then? Or maybe baking soda?" "Mom, those are all yucky!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the mother replies: "Yes, all those things seem bad all by themselves. But when they are put together in the right way, they make a wonderfully delicious cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God works the same way. Many times we wonder why He would let us go through such bad and difficult times. But God knows that when He puts these things all in His order, they always work for good! We just have to trust Him and, eventually, they will all make something wonderful! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is crazy about you. He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise every morning. Whenever you want to talk, &lt;strong&gt;He'll listen&lt;/strong&gt;. He can live anywhere in the universe, and He chose your heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blesstheday.com"&gt;Taken from&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-7141748717905056985?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/7141748717905056985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=7141748717905056985' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/7141748717905056985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/7141748717905056985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/05/gods-cake.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;God&apos;s Cake!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RlQSEcsVcRI/AAAAAAAAASk/99s9kzdzpA8/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-7797430184068068486</id><published>2007-05-18T16:17:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-05-18T16:20:42.297+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Pink Sky'/><title type='text'>A Way for Easy Living!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rk2hCMsVcQI/AAAAAAAAASc/dj97uJgcR5A/s1600-h/2284979-Montefioralle-Greve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065882215000666370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rk2hCMsVcQI/AAAAAAAAASc/dj97uJgcR5A/s400/2284979-Montefioralle-Greve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard on the news that in Italy a movement has started known as "Slow City Movement." Some Italian people move to small cities "to slow down the pace of life and protect local traditions." One of these small but lovely cities is "Greve" which is called "Calm City." People live easily, happily and calmly in this city without any anxiety. Then I said to myself: "it is a good idea to start such a movement in Iran. After my graduation, I can move to a small city then I would live happily ever after!" Any way, I think all the world needs this movement to find themselves again in the calmness which has been forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Parisa Mehran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/1467576.stm"&gt;For more information click hear. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-7797430184068068486?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/7797430184068068486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=7797430184068068486' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/7797430184068068486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/7797430184068068486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/05/way-for-easy-living.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;A Way for Easy Living!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rk2hCMsVcQI/AAAAAAAAASc/dj97uJgcR5A/s72-c/2284979-Montefioralle-Greve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-743935730316245714</id><published>2007-05-18T15:30:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-05-18T16:21:13.938+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Pink Sky'/><title type='text'>Let's Know More About "Rudkhan Castle"!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have received the following information about "Rudkhan Castle" from my sister:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iran's biggest ancient brick and stone castle. Rudkhan Castle, located 25 km southwest of Fooman city north Iran, is a military complex which had been constructed during the Seljuk Dynasty. The Castle is built on two tips of a mount, with an area of five hectares. Its architects have benefited from natural mountainous features in the construction of the fort. Also a river known as "Rudkhan Castle River" exists on the right side of the castle, which originates from the heights and flows from south to north. Rudkhan Castle occupies an area of about 5 hectares and sits at the two peaks of a mountain at elevations of 715 and 670 meters and is fortified by strong fortifications and battlements at a length of 1,550 meters. The castle's 42 towers still stand intact. After crossing a mountainous winding route and passing dense and very beautiful jungles, the first thing that the traveler discovers is the castle's big entrance gate which is grand and huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P.S. my dear sister, many thanks for sharing information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-743935730316245714?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/743935730316245714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=743935730316245714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/743935730316245714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/743935730316245714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/05/lets-know-more-about-rudkhan-castle.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Let&apos;s Know More About &quot;Rudkhan Castle&quot;!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-1650104860409295624</id><published>2007-05-13T19:13:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-05-13T19:21:34.363+03:30</updated><title type='text'>A Castle at the Heart of the Gilan's Forests!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RkczzfafJNI/AAAAAAAAASU/_DmsFTVm6sM/s1600-h/Ghal-e+rudkhan+3-4.05.07+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064073265700349138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RkczzfafJNI/AAAAAAAAASU/_DmsFTVm6sM/s400/Ghal-e+rudkhan+3-4.05.07+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my best friends had a chance to visit "Ghal-e Rudkhan" (Rudkhan Castle) at the heart of the Gilan's forests (north of Iran). Honestly, I had never heard about this place! I decided to search and I just found that this castle was used by "Mirza Kuchak Khan-e Jangali" (an Iranian warrior). After seeing the pictures, I noticed that I need to know more about Iran, about its secrets, and about its beauties! If you have more information about the history of this castle, please share with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Parisa Mehran &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-1650104860409295624?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/1650104860409295624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=1650104860409295624' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/1650104860409295624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/1650104860409295624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/05/castle-at-heart-of-gilans-forests_13.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;A Castle at the Heart of the Gilan&apos;s Forests!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RkczzfafJNI/AAAAAAAAASU/_DmsFTVm6sM/s72-c/Ghal-e+rudkhan+3-4.05.07+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-8102678845942376865</id><published>2007-05-13T18:57:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-05-13T19:12:14.208+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Pink Sky'/><title type='text'>No More Tears!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RkcxvfafJMI/AAAAAAAAASM/6qrQIVcceLg/s1600-h/cring+rose.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064070997957616834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RkcxvfafJMI/AAAAAAAAASM/6qrQIVcceLg/s320/cring+rose.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my happiest friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your eyes fill with your endless tears and they silently roll down your face, I remember my own tears. Then, I just want to hug and tell you: "These tears are idle tears. Don't let them take the shine of your happy eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Parisa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-8102678845942376865?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/8102678845942376865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=8102678845942376865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/8102678845942376865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/8102678845942376865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-more-tears.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;No More Tears!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RkcxvfafJMI/AAAAAAAAASM/6qrQIVcceLg/s72-c/cring+rose.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-1018625579070938895</id><published>2007-05-11T19:33:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-05-11T19:44:30.766+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Pink Sky'/><title type='text'>My Future!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RkSWI_afJLI/AAAAAAAAASE/C-t_KFpU6oA/s1600-h/future.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RkSWI_afJLI/AAAAAAAAASE/C-t_KFpU6oA/s320/future.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063336962276926642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future is pink, sunny, soft, and delicious!!!&lt;br /&gt;My future is my hope. It is the reason of my being.&lt;br /&gt;I will resist. I will be strong. I will never give up.&lt;br /&gt;I will build my future as I like: pink, sunny, soft, and delicious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Parisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-1018625579070938895?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/1018625579070938895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=1018625579070938895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/1018625579070938895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/1018625579070938895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-future.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;My Future!!!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RkSWI_afJLI/AAAAAAAAASE/C-t_KFpU6oA/s72-c/future.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-1405790531750363548</id><published>2007-05-11T18:37:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-05-11T18:44:06.342+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Copyright: To Be or Not to Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RkSHYPafJCI/AAAAAAAAAQk/5ht7SIX9XVc/s1600-h/copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063320731595514914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RkSHYPafJCI/AAAAAAAAAQk/5ht7SIX9XVc/s400/copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Copyright, literally the right to copy an original creation, is a set of legal rights controlling the use of a production, an idea, or information (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/copyright). At first glance, it seems that copyright is as worthy as women's rights to struggle for achieving! But in another view, it is as limiting as Taliban's rights to struggle for preventing! Thus, copyright is a coin with tow sides and it has its own pros and cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The advantages of copyright can be regarded as economical and social. It is economically beneficial because by reserving the rights of a producer, there would be no black markets, no dealers, and no bankruptcies at the end! In my opinion, the social aspects of copyright are even more valuable. As an explanation, the temptations of plagiarism-the great evil- would be eradicated and the moral values of the society would have a chance to blossom again. Moreover, people can always use the highest quality of goods, products, services, and even thoughts! But I should mention that although all these god-sends can result from copyright, they depend on the real accomplishment of this certain legal right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright has some disadvantages that frankly can not be denied. For instance, it limits the availability of the products. The users can not easily have the craving for copyright productions. In addition, they must pay more and also they must spend more time asking various kinds of permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RkSHoPafJDI/AAAAAAAAAQs/2UcRMauyj1Q/s1600-h/eo-scale.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063321006473421874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RkSHoPafJDI/AAAAAAAAAQs/2UcRMauyj1Q/s320/eo-scale.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think that the scale of copyright's advantages is heavier than its scale of disadvantages. Though copyright's disadvantages limit the users, its advantages value the producer. If the users put themselves in the producers' shoes, they would dedicate copyright with the highest regards to them who have worked, endeavored, and sweated to obtain their own achievements. It should not be forgotten that maybe the user of today will be the producer of tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the hope of becoming the producers of tomorrow, the users should cope with copyright to have its advantages in the near future. I believe that being a producer just for one time is enough to convince the user to accept copyright heartily. So, the best way to persuade the copyright's opponents is to make them produce something (even like writing such an essay) to take its advantages by themselves. When they experience copyright in this way, definitely they let it be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RkSIB_afJEI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/mJa5lh8Huwo/s1600-h/European_copyright.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063321448855053378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RkSIB_afJEI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/mJa5lh8Huwo/s320/European_copyright.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Parisa Mehran &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-1405790531750363548?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/1405790531750363548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=1405790531750363548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/1405790531750363548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/1405790531750363548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/05/copyright-to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Copyright: To Be or Not to Be&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RkSHYPafJCI/AAAAAAAAAQk/5ht7SIX9XVc/s72-c/copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-2784207697097028443</id><published>2007-05-04T19:05:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-05-04T19:31:04.107+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Pink Sky'/><title type='text'>God Never Lets Me Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RjtYp6u2eTI/AAAAAAAAAPI/PXA9VgcjtIc/s1600-h/footprint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060736083444529458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RjtYp6u2eTI/AAAAAAAAAPI/PXA9VgcjtIc/s320/footprint.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feeling of loneliness has always been with me. It has never left my heart as if it has received the warmest welcome. During all the years of my life, only God has helped me to cope with the most suffocating moments of being alone. He has given me the power of decision when there is nobody to guide me. He has sent his angels down to be with me and I know them best as my husband, my sister, my friends…. He has always supported me and in the snowy valleys of my life, I can always follow His footprints side by side of mine . Whenever I lose his footmarks, it is the time that He has held me in His arms to help me pass the most difficult phases of the life and show me that He never lets me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Parisa Mehran &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Thanks to one of my best friends for giving the idea of this passage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-2784207697097028443?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/2784207697097028443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=2784207697097028443' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/2784207697097028443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/2784207697097028443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/05/god-never-lets-me-alone.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;God Never Lets Me Alone&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RjtYp6u2eTI/AAAAAAAAAPI/PXA9VgcjtIc/s72-c/footprint.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-6696574444493130506</id><published>2007-05-04T18:59:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-05-04T19:04:55.782+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Hijab: A Belief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RjtShqu2eRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/WoKpGKzFoP8/s1600-h/hijab.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060729344640842002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RjtShqu2eRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/WoKpGKzFoP8/s400/hijab.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five years ago, I experienced the concept of hijab with all my heart. It was a moment, a spark but it engulfed all my soul. I was all ears and I was just listening to my husband's point of view toward hijab. His words were beyond description and they reminded me what I had ignored easily. My endless tears, originated from the mirage of my inside, were streaming down in the hope of reaching the lost reality. After that conversation, I had lost myself because what I had neglected was all my identity. Until that time, I had never thought about hijab and its philosophy lying behind. I had just refused it like a stubborn child. I needed to find myself again, so I spend many hours and days in contemplation to untie the knot of my conflict which was created just by a simple, sincere, but highly influential conversation. At last, I believed in hijab. I was awakened with words, with beliefs, not with the whip of force because hijab is a belief that must be touched by all heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue of hijab, primarily referring to women's head and body covering, has the wider meaning of modesty, privacy, and morality (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hijab"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hijab&lt;/a&gt;). These underlying meanings of hijab should first penetrate into socio-cultural context of the families, as the fundamental roots of a society. In this way, the initial acquaintance with the concept of hijab would occur in the family and consequently a harmonious society would get formed which has the same viewpoint toward hijab. In brief, family plays the most essential role in fulfilling hijab because in the family the first beliefs are injected into the deepest layers of the faith. When hijab is accepted in the families, the society, as a whole, will reflect this acceptance without any conflict. But how is hijab embedded in the depth of the families?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, the best way that hijab can permeate into the families is through a correct, effective, continuous and cultural teaching. Hijab and its philosophy must be taught in order to clear away any misunderstanding because teaching gives everyone a chance to find his/her unanswered or even unasked questions. The necessity for hijab, the real meaning of hijab, the discrepancy between hijab and limitation, etc must be elaborated to achieve a sort of belief. In other words, hijab is based on a search and the teaching of hijab is a useful preliminary to evoking the appetites for knowing more about this subject. Because the main reason for rejecting hijab is the lack of awareness. By the help of the teaching, hijab takes root in the culture and beliefs of the families and it is accepted by its members in a searching and conscious way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, hijab needs to be believed and it is not practicable by force. It is like a sapling that must be planted in the heart and when it gradually becomes the large tree, nothing can shake it anymore. Hijab can be taught because it has the essence of transition to the mind, heart, soul, belief, and culture. By teaching of hijab, there is always an opportunity to pave the way for research on the issue of hijab to believe it not only without force, but also with awareness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Parisa Mehran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-6696574444493130506?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/6696574444493130506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=6696574444493130506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/6696574444493130506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/6696574444493130506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/05/hijab-belief.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Hijab: A Belief&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RjtShqu2eRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/WoKpGKzFoP8/s72-c/hijab.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-147010661338244459</id><published>2007-04-30T18:50:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-30T18:53:01.377+03:30</updated><title type='text'>To See and Not to See</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RjYJsqu2eQI/AAAAAAAAAOw/We2Ev1uD-tM/s1600-h/God%20speaks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059241894387022082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RjYJsqu2eQI/AAAAAAAAAOw/We2Ev1uD-tM/s320/God%2520speaks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the boundlessness of life, there are many things to make you astonished like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blueness of sky that you see and you know it doesn't exist;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the God that you don't see and you know he exists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-147010661338244459?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/147010661338244459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=147010661338244459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/147010661338244459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/147010661338244459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-see-and-not-to-see.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;To See and Not to See&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RjYJsqu2eQI/AAAAAAAAAOw/We2Ev1uD-tM/s72-c/God%2520speaks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-7406512852481339522</id><published>2007-04-30T18:31:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-05-04T19:09:50.207+03:30</updated><title type='text'>The Most Poisonous Dust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RjYHaKu2ePI/AAAAAAAAAOo/9StwYJBNCCU/s1600-h/Wide_Screen_LCD_Monitor__W9006S_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059239377536186610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RjYHaKu2ePI/AAAAAAAAAOo/9StwYJBNCCU/s320/Wide_Screen_LCD_Monitor__W9006S_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Researches have shown that &lt;strong&gt;the dust on the screen of television and computer&lt;/strong&gt; is the most poisonous and dangerous one! Researchers believe that the dust on the monitors, because of having chemical materials, can create reproductive disorders and mental diseases which are really dangerous. It is suggested to &lt;strong&gt;avoid touching&lt;/strong&gt; the screens of televisions and computers and &lt;strong&gt;clean&lt;/strong&gt; them everyday with a wet handkerchief especially the monitor of the computer due to being closer to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Translated by: Parisa Mehran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-7406512852481339522?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/7406512852481339522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=7406512852481339522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/7406512852481339522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/7406512852481339522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/04/most-poisonous-dust.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;The Most Poisonous Dust&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RjYHaKu2ePI/AAAAAAAAAOo/9StwYJBNCCU/s72-c/Wide_Screen_LCD_Monitor__W9006S_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-5667874142029044604</id><published>2007-04-30T18:23:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-30T18:31:36.886+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personality Findings'/><title type='text'>Find Your Personality with Your favorite Cheese!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RjYEsau2eOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/y7gWTkbfnog/s1600-h/cheese.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059236392533915874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RjYEsau2eOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/y7gWTkbfnog/s320/cheese.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surveys, by Lora Verlin, have revealed that your favorite cheese can indicate your characteristics! Let's check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soft and creamy cheese:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, people who like a luxurious life enjoy this kind of cheese. They always look for fancy and expensive things. They enjoy wearing silky clothes including even their pajamas! These people know how to cope with their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hard cheese:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating this kind of cheese, you feel happy as if you are in a forest full of anemones! You are not a shy person. You want to be in new situations and you want to be useful for others. Your friends love you so much because they always have a good time with you. You enjoy passing time, so parties are never hold without you! You are kind, friendly, honest, sympathetic and forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Semi- soft cheese:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of cheese (like pasteurized cheese) brings us to our childhood. So, people who like it want to go back to the past to rebuild it and maybe this is the world that they always look for. They like their family, relatives and friends and they put a premium on them. They feel happy near their friends, so at least once a week they invite them and have a good night together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated by: Parisa Mehran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loo3.com/pages/talebini%20panir"&gt;Taken from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-5667874142029044604?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/5667874142029044604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=5667874142029044604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/5667874142029044604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/5667874142029044604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/04/find-your-personality-with-your_30.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Find Your Personality with Your favorite Cheese!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RjYEsau2eOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/y7gWTkbfnog/s72-c/cheese.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-8592855229358210683</id><published>2007-04-26T21:36:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:31:22.320+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>A Piece of Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RjD2tau2eNI/AAAAAAAAAOY/AMzOXczpRuA/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057813641667442898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RjD2tau2eNI/AAAAAAAAAOY/AMzOXczpRuA/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always remember that the world is round;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you feel that you are at the end of it, maybe you are at the starting point! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-8592855229358210683?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/8592855229358210683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=8592855229358210683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/8592855229358210683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/8592855229358210683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/04/piece-of-advice.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;A Piece of Advice&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RjD2tau2eNI/AAAAAAAAAOY/AMzOXczpRuA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-8029870955316521788</id><published>2007-04-26T21:15:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-26T21:24:30.958+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Never Complain! You Are Already in Your Best Place!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RjDl-6u2eMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/a_WoRyy4hkc/s1600-h/seurat08150409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RjDl-6u2eMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/a_WoRyy4hkc/s320/seurat08150409.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057795250617481410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, there was a poor stone breaker who worked very hard to manage his life. One day, as he was breaking the stones near the road, he said to himself: “ ah, if I had been rich, I could have rested .” An angel was wandering in the sky and heard his wish and said to him: “ I will grant your wish!” Suddenly the poor stone breaker found himself in a magnificent palace with lots of servants. He could have rested as mush as he wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day as he was staring at the sun, he sighed and wished to be the sun in order to get rid of all his servants!!! This time, again, the angel granted his wish to make him happy. But when he became the sun, a cloud passed before him and made his brightness dim and dark. He thought: “ I wish I were a cloud because the cloud is stronger than the sun!” This wish also was granted and the wind blew and dispersed the cloud in the sky. “ I wish to be the wind that brings everything with itself,” he said. The angel kindly changed him into the bald and violent wind, but it hit the mountain which was strong against the wind and did not move! As he became the mountain, according to his new wish, he noticed that a person was breaking his foot with the hammer. He said, “ I wish I were a person breaking the strong mountains!!!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel granted his wish for the last time. The poor stone breaker found himself near the road and &lt;strong&gt;he never complained again&lt;/strong&gt;!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated by: Parisa Mehran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-8029870955316521788?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/8029870955316521788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=8029870955316521788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/8029870955316521788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/8029870955316521788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/04/never-complain-you-are-already-in-your.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Never Complain! You Are Already in Your Best Place!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RjDl-6u2eMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/a_WoRyy4hkc/s72-c/seurat08150409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-1463520756018930792</id><published>2007-04-24T22:48:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:02:19.962+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personality Findings'/><title type='text'>Find Your Personality with Your Signature!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Ri5aB6w11NI/AAAAAAAAAOI/nZsjJ4e-cP4/s1600-h/800_152_signature_vase_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Ri5aB6w11NI/AAAAAAAAAOI/nZsjJ4e-cP4/s320/800_152_signature_vase_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057078420584125650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you sign clockwise, you are sensible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you sign anticlockwise, you are unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you sign with vertical lines, you are stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you sign with horizontal lines, you are tidy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you sign in a curl way, you are suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you sign with pressure on the paper, you have passed a hard childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you sign with your both first name and last name, you feel that you belong to a noble family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you sign with your last name, you have a high rank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you sign with your first name and then draw lines on it, you do not know your character very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you sign with a circular form, you want to conquer the peaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated by: Parisa Mehran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loo3.com/pages/emza%20shenasi.php"&gt;Taken From&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-1463520756018930792?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/1463520756018930792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=1463520756018930792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/1463520756018930792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/1463520756018930792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/04/find-your-personality-with-your.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Find Your Personality with Your Signature!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Ri5aB6w11NI/AAAAAAAAAOI/nZsjJ4e-cP4/s72-c/800_152_signature_vase_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-4621561097560490354</id><published>2007-04-21T17:39:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:34:48.023+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>How to Make Fun at a Colleague!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee scrollamount="4" scrolldelay="250" direction="up" loop="true" behavior ="scroll" height="355"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RiodHaw11II/AAAAAAAAANg/AvIzyfnnEJE/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Riocj6w11FI/AAAAAAAAANI/dgc9STbO4CU/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055884935071913042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RiocSaw11EI/AAAAAAAAANA/I0NONJ3xPwg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RiocSaw11EI/AAAAAAAAANA/I0NONJ3xPwg/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055884634424202306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RiocH6w11DI/AAAAAAAAAM4/KTPdRRCGV_4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RiocH6w11DI/AAAAAAAAAM4/KTPdRRCGV_4/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055884454035575858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-4621561097560490354?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/4621561097560490354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=4621561097560490354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/4621561097560490354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/4621561097560490354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-to-make-fun-at-colleague.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;How to Make Fun at a Colleague!?!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RiodHaw11II/AAAAAAAAANg/AvIzyfnnEJE/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-268505087321522134</id><published>2007-04-18T18:40:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:37:22.722+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>An Interesting Java Code!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Movement of Web's Pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff22aa 2px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; BORDER-TOP: #ff22aa 2px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; OVERFLOW: auto; BORDER-LEFT: #ff22aa 2px solid; WIDTH: 100px; COLOR: #ff22aa; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff22aa 2px solid; FONT-FAMILY: times new roman; HEIGHT: 100px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffddff; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;javascript:R=0; x1=.1; y1=.05; x2=.25; y2=.24; x3=1.6; y3=.24; x4=300; y4=200; x5=300; y5=200; DI=document.images; DIL=DI.length; function A(){for(i=0; i&lt;dil; top="Math.cos(R*y1+i*y2+y3)*y4+y5}R++}setInterval('A()',5);" left="Math.sin" position="absolute" dis="DI["&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instruction:&lt;/strong&gt; First, Open a web page which has some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Second, copy this code in the box and paste it on the adress toolbar of the webpage (exactly on the address)&lt;br /&gt;and then enter.&lt;br /&gt;Try it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="'Myspace" href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img height="145" alt="'myspace" src="http://dl6.glitter-graphics.net/pub/273/273116ghi0kl8ys6.gif" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pjava.myblog.ir/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken from&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-268505087321522134?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/268505087321522134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=268505087321522134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/268505087321522134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/268505087321522134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/04/interesting-java-code.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;An Interesting Java Code!!!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-8440728545981900172</id><published>2007-04-17T13:05:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:37:46.466+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>For My Classmates to Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RiSWBbpRglI/AAAAAAAAAMY/MZPBcwOcLXM/s1600-h/tropinin-pushkin-compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054329633161445970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RiSWBbpRglI/AAAAAAAAAMY/MZPBcwOcLXM/s320/tropinin-pushkin-compressed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I walk the noisy streets,&lt;br /&gt;Or enter a many thronged church,&lt;br /&gt;Or sit among the wild young generation,&lt;br /&gt;I give way to my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say to myself: the years are fleeting,&lt;br /&gt;And however many there seem to be,&lt;br /&gt;We must all go under the eternal vault,&lt;br /&gt;And someone's hour is already at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at a solitary oak&lt;br /&gt;I think: the patriarch of the woods.&lt;br /&gt;It will outlive my forgotten age&lt;br /&gt;As it outlived that of my grandfathers'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I caress a young child,&lt;br /&gt;Immediately I think: farewell!&lt;br /&gt;I will yield my place to you,&lt;br /&gt;For I must fade while your flower blooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day, every hour&lt;br /&gt;I habitually follow in my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to guess from their number&lt;br /&gt;The year which brings my death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where will fate send death to me?&lt;br /&gt;In battle, in my travels, or on the seas?&lt;br /&gt;Or will the neighbouring valley&lt;br /&gt;Receive my chilled ashes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although to the senseless body&lt;br /&gt;It is indifferent wherever it rots,&lt;br /&gt;Yet close to my beloved countryside&lt;br /&gt;I still would prefer to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let it be, beside the grave's vault&lt;br /&gt;That young life forever will be playing,&lt;br /&gt;And impartial, indifferent nature&lt;br /&gt;Eternally be shining in beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By: Alexander Pushkin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pushkins-poems.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken from&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-8440728545981900172?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/8440728545981900172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=8440728545981900172' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/8440728545981900172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/8440728545981900172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-my-classmates-to-read.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;For My Classmates to Read&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RiSWBbpRglI/AAAAAAAAAMY/MZPBcwOcLXM/s72-c/tropinin-pushkin-compressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-8422533274833677127</id><published>2007-04-13T11:43:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:38:14.210+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Balloon Festival NM Novembor 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee scrollamount="4" scrolldelay="200" direction="up" loop="true" behavior ="scroll" height="355"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rh8-AbpRgeI/AAAAAAAAALg/PXGPRmS7Paw/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052825484074779106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rh8-AbpRgeI/AAAAAAAAALg/PXGPRmS7Paw/s320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rh891rpRgdI/AAAAAAAAALY/YVpRNG44sPI/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052825299391185362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rh891rpRgdI/AAAAAAAAALY/YVpRNG44sPI/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rh9SCrpRgkI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/mIgG4h8Xf74/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052847512962040386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rh9SCrpRgkI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/mIgG4h8Xf74/s320/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rh9RzLpRgjI/AAAAAAAAAMI/SMO3jLkXe7M/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052847246674068018" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rh87_bpRgSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1dBCPNsVR1s/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rh871rpRgRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UN4Z5LeQ8UQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052823100367929618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rh871rpRgRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UN4Z5LeQ8UQ/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-8422533274833677127?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/8422533274833677127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=8422533274833677127' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/8422533274833677127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/8422533274833677127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/04/balloon-festival-nm-novembor-2006.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Balloon Festival NM Novembor 2006&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rh8-AbpRgeI/AAAAAAAAALg/PXGPRmS7Paw/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-5842311672137757788</id><published>2007-04-13T11:20:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:39:00.317+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>The Most...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The most &lt;strong&gt;selfish &lt;/strong&gt;one letter word...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"I"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;The most &lt;strong&gt;satisfying &lt;/strong&gt;two-letter word.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"WE"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use it.&lt;br /&gt;The most &lt;strong&gt;poisonous&lt;/strong&gt; three-letter word.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"EGO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill it.&lt;br /&gt;The most &lt;strong&gt;used&lt;/strong&gt; four-letter word...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"LOVE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Value it.&lt;br /&gt;The most &lt;strong&gt;pleasing&lt;/strong&gt; five-letter word.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SMILE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Keep it.&lt;br /&gt;The fastest &lt;strong&gt;spreading&lt;/strong&gt; six-letter word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"RUMOUR"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;The hardest &lt;strong&gt;working&lt;/strong&gt; seven-letter word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"SUCCESS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;The most &lt;strong&gt;enviable &lt;/strong&gt;eight-letter word....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"JEALOUSY"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance it.&lt;br /&gt;The most &lt;strong&gt;powerful&lt;/strong&gt; nine-letter word....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"KNOWLEDGE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Acquire it.&lt;br /&gt;The most &lt;strong&gt;essential &lt;/strong&gt;ten-letter word....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"CONFIDENCE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Trust it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rh82abpRgQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5xQmOjFtwhM/s1600-h/sanjab.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052817134658355458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rh82abpRgQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5xQmOjFtwhM/s400/sanjab.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-5842311672137757788?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/5842311672137757788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=5842311672137757788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/5842311672137757788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/5842311672137757788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/04/most.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;The Most...&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rh82abpRgQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5xQmOjFtwhM/s72-c/sanjab.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-7466563552505379134</id><published>2007-04-12T23:25:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:40:03.433+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personality Findings'/><title type='text'>Find Your Geometrical Personality!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rh6O3rpRgKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ttY8JJrJUro/s1600-h/general.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052632919216062626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rh6O3rpRgKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ttY8JJrJUro/s400/general.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose one of these pictures among this image (each picture has its own number). Both shape and color must be your favorite. Then read the explanation of the picture to know your character!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture number 1: Sensible and Agreeable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In your life, you value the honest, simple love and behavior. The others trust you easily. You give relief and security to your close friends. The acquaintances appreciate your affection and sympathy. You avoid clichés affairs. You wear simple but adorned clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture number 2: Unworried, Energetic, and Happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love free life and you try to enjoy it. You believe that each person lives just for time, so he/she should live in the best way. You are curious and honest. You hate limitations. You are always ready and eager for unexpected things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture number 3: Introvert and Thoughtful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to be alone rather than to have cliché conversations with others. You have a very strong relationship with your friends giving you a sort of relief. You hate superficiality. You can be alone for a long time. You get tired very little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture number 4: Emotional, Visionary, and Sentimental&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so sensitive. You do not consider things sensibly. Emotion is the only important you. You value your desires and dreams. You do not care about the people who ignore emotions. You do not let your emotions become limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture number 5: Confident and Skillful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You undertake the responsibility of your life. You value your behavior and actions more than your chances. You solve different problems simply and practically. You are realistic to everyday events. You try to solve things without worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture number 6: Analyst, Trustworthy, and Confident&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always sensitive. You like enclosing your surrounding with beautiful things to be attracted by the others. Culture has an important role in your life. You believe that you are unique and dignified. You value the other people's cultures that you have relationship with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture number 7: Independent and Mysterious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You want a free and independent life and you like to decide yourself it. You artistically tend to your activities. You believe in your freedom. You sometimes do unexpected things. Your way of life is individual. You live base on your beliefs and you hate imitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture number 8: Active and Sociable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are risky. You like doing interesting and different things. You hate monotony of life. You like being active and pioneer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture number 9: Calm and Cautious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are simple, calm, and cautious. You easily find friends. You enjoy your honesty. Sometimes you like to be alone to think about the real meaning of life. You need relief, so you go to the hidden beautiful places. But you are not recluse; with this job you become calm and thankful to your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated by: Parisa Mehran &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loo3.com/test%20khodshenasy/"&gt;Taken from&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-7466563552505379134?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/7466563552505379134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=7466563552505379134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/7466563552505379134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/7466563552505379134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/04/find-your-geometrical-personality.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Find Your Geometrical Personality!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rh6O3rpRgKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ttY8JJrJUro/s72-c/general.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-2513296413009907459</id><published>2007-04-11T21:18:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:40:24.843+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>The Azeri Custom of Naming a Newborn Baby</title><content type='html'>Azeri people have a lot of customs and if one wants to mention all of them, probably a book may be written! Thus, it is somehow difficult to choose one of these traditions as my favorite. But the custom of "naming a newborn baby" is my preferred because of not only the interesting ceremonies that Azeri people hold, but also the sweetness of a baby him/herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052229329729192082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rh0fzrpRgJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/J2T-ss8kJYk/s400/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tradition is held when the baby is seven-days old. The members of the family and invited people come together in the evening. First, seven of the oldest people sit on the ground, side by side, from youngest to the eldest, and the baby is passed on from the seventh person (youngest) to the first one (the oldest). The last person says the &lt;em&gt;izan&lt;/em&gt; (call to prayer in Arabic words) to the baby and then calls the baby's name, chosen in advance, near his/her ear. From this moment, the baby is called by his/her name. Second&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;the mother of the child lights two candles which are kept from her wedding ceremony to be lit in such a day. This action symbolizes the firmness of the marriage. Then&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;the baby's eyebrows are made up heavily representing beauty and good fortune for the baby. After passing these phases, it is time to dance, rejoice, and eat dinner. As&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;the last part of this custom, the gifts, brought by the guests to the baby, are opened with singing a special Azeri poem. People gradually say goodbye to the baby and the parents, wishing them the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Parisa Mehran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-2513296413009907459?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/2513296413009907459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=2513296413009907459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/2513296413009907459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/2513296413009907459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/04/azeri-custom-of-naming-newborn-baby.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;The Azeri Custom of Naming a Newborn Baby&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rh0fzrpRgJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/J2T-ss8kJYk/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-3379860082705442825</id><published>2007-04-11T21:15:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:40:44.075+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>The Adventurous Repair of  the Television</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was afternoon, strangely still and silent as if the world had come to its end for me as a six-year-old girl. Our television broke down and I had missed all the cartoons shown in the morning. I could not even think about missing them again in the evening. I squatted near the TV and stared at the screen regretfully. I could only see the reflection of my sparkling eyes flickering like little dim stars in the dark depth of the sky. I started making faces at the screen in the hope of receiving a response, but they were useless. I got completely disappointed in convincing the telly to work. I had to do something, so I tried to use the gray cells of my little brain and consequently I decided to repair the TV by myself (certainly I had overused my gray cells)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning, I looked around carefully. I found my dad snoring and my mom working in the kitchen. I took a deep breath and engaged in repairing the television just like an expert. First, I pressed all the buttons of the TV one after the other; nothing happened. Then I started punching and kicking with all my strength at the poor telly; there was no difference. Finally I decided to check out the wires behind the TV set. I bent and strongly pulled one of the wires and then I was just streaming from the end of my lungs!!! The television set had fallen down; because, one of the cracked wheels of its table broke due to pulling the wire. I had been mashed like a potato and the drips of blood were streaming down my face! My mom and dad worriedly rushed to see what happened. As soon as they arrived, I stopped screaming and crying!!! Being under television, I was carefully listening to the sound of my favorite cartoon "Tom and Jerry." I just wanted to get rid of the TV on my head and watch my masterpiece even with the broken head that was similar to Tom's after being beaten by Jerry's pan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Parisa Mehran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rh0fOrpRgII/AAAAAAAAAIw/LMdpK_KQ-m0/s1600-h/Tom+and+Jerry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052228694074032258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rh0fOrpRgII/AAAAAAAAAIw/LMdpK_KQ-m0/s400/Tom+and+Jerry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-3379860082705442825?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/3379860082705442825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=3379860082705442825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/3379860082705442825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/3379860082705442825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/04/adventurous-repair-of-television.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;The Adventurous Repair of  the Television&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rh0fOrpRgII/AAAAAAAAAIw/LMdpK_KQ-m0/s72-c/Tom+and+Jerry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-8198248858819981844</id><published>2007-04-11T01:00:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:42:05.968+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>At the Limpid Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RhwCL7pRgHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tyglAZL8D5k/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051915286015475826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RhwCL7pRgHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tyglAZL8D5k/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Night, so limpid, that it was possible to pick the star.&lt;br /&gt;My hand reached each star that I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Not only from the height of the roof,&lt;br /&gt;But also from the beside of the bushes,&lt;br /&gt;It was possible to see you in each mirror of the star.&lt;br /&gt;In the boundless plain,&lt;br /&gt;At midnight,&lt;br /&gt;Except me that wandered with the dream of you,&lt;br /&gt;Except me that burnt near you humbly,&lt;br /&gt;Only the star was burning,&lt;br /&gt;Only the breeze was wandering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Fereydun Moshiri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Translated By: Parisa Mehran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-8198248858819981844?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/8198248858819981844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=8198248858819981844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/8198248858819981844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/8198248858819981844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-limpid-night.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;At the Limpid Night&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RhwCL7pRgHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tyglAZL8D5k/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-6217585490663007823</id><published>2007-04-06T18:02:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:42:47.546+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Pink Sky'/><title type='text'>My Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As usual, I stayed at Tehran and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; studied during all my holidays. I am really satisfied and I feel cool now! Studying, for me, is the only way to get rid of all the irritating memories, thoughts, and problems. It fills all my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;loneliness.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;And above all, when I study, I feel that I am still &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! So, because of these reasons, you can always find me studying in my solitude. At the end, I am really thankful to my professor, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Marandi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for creating my blog! &lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because, I feel that my blog is the place that I am not alone anymore!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://glitter-graphics.com/myspacelayouts"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Layouts" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/t.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="'Myspace" href="http://glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Codes" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/h.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://glitter-graphics.com/myspacelayouts"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Layouts" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/a.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Codes" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/n.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Codes" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/k.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/myspace"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace, Myspace Codes" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/empty.gif" width="20" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/y.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Codes" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/o.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://glitter-graphics.com/myspacelayouts"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Layouts" src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sc/u.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="'Myspace" href="http://glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/empty.gif" width="20" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-6217585490663007823?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/6217585490663007823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=6217585490663007823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/6217585490663007823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/6217585490663007823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-holidays.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;My Holidays&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-4425333211761161483</id><published>2007-04-05T02:26:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:43:14.576+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personality Findings'/><title type='text'>Find Your Colorful Personality!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RhQuy-bTJfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/UgSBwo67Pkc/s1600-h/Colors%20and%20Shapes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049712535475004914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RhQuy-bTJfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/UgSBwo67Pkc/s320/Colors%2520and%2520Shapes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some psychologists believe that the favorite color of a person can indicate his/her characteristics. Let's check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Good-hearted but selfish. This color is the symbol of severity and extravagance. Red is the color of love, hatred, sacrifice, violence, blood and fire (antitheses!). Who likes this color can not be an indifferent person in his/her life.&lt;br /&gt;These people are stubborn and hasty but courageous. The possibility of being disappointed in love is so high for a person who loves red color. Sudden rash judgments about the other people sometimes cause problems in relationship with the friends. Although these people are faithful to their loves, if one day is not pleasant, they will harshly react without thinking or discovering the reason.&lt;br /&gt;Tow big defects –selfishness and lack of controlling- are in the inside of a person favoring red color and two good characteristics are kind-heartedness and self-confidence. Totally, this person has antithetical traits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pink :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;( Pink is my favorite as you can see on my blog!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Indeed, pink is the pale red. If you like this color, you have all the characteristics of the red color in the mild way. You are forgiving and calm in love. You understand people very well and treat with them gently. Because of your fresh and happy character, the others love you very much. Most of the time, you tolerate bitterness, failure, and misfortune of life but you never give up on the problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blue:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Order, perseverance, and loneliness. There are many people who are in favor of this color. If you are one of them, you can easily control your feelings and excitement. Your calm appearance makes the other people respect you and you appreciate this respect. You are frugal and due to your shyness or your pride, you want to be alone. The folly of the people make you feel boring and at the same time you get annoyed by a person who is wiser than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Purple:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This color is mysterious and magnificent. If you like it, you are always attracted by beauties and you are pride and social. You generally spend your time with spiritual things. This color is the favorite color of mystics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Brown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Reliable and strong. You love poetry and philosophy. You scarcely change your mind and when you decide to do something, you never give up. You are really reliable to keep the secrets. You like to be alone and sometimes treat badly with the people. In love, you are not strict and pessimist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Gray:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This color is the symbol of the abandonment of the world's pleasures. You feel satisfied in your life and you don't need anything. This color belongs to the wise. You prefer to have an older partner because you want to be with a superior person to learn more from him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Orange:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Always honest, never capricious. You have the lack of confidence but you are social and kind. You treat with the other people kindly. It is somehow difficult to create relationship with you. You are faithful and honest in love. If you get married with a person the same as yourself, you will be the greatest couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Turquoise-colored:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You are mysterious and sentimental. You manage your duties very well. You are strong and hard-working. You don't care about the advice of the others. This color is usually the favorite color of women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Green:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Curiosity. The green color is the color of freshness and nature. Your life is easy and you have some shared characteristics of the orange color's traits. Your relationship with the other people is based on some rules. You do not like to experience sudden and unusual events in your life, but you pay attention curiously to the other people's unusual events in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Black:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This color is not the color of disappointment and lamentation. It is the symbol of having good taste and talent. You respect people and you do your best to help them generously. You accept the right and correct opinions of the other people and you never force your ideas to be accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One colorful point:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Your favorite color will change during your life, because your characteristics also change in different phases of life. But if you suddenly change your mind about a color, this is due to your weakness or your need to change the milieu of your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Translated by: Parisa Mehran&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-4425333211761161483?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/4425333211761161483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=4425333211761161483' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/4425333211761161483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/4425333211761161483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/04/find-your-colorful-personality.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Find Your Colorful Personality!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RhQuy-bTJfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/UgSBwo67Pkc/s72-c/Colors%2520and%2520Shapes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-2576081337491018755</id><published>2007-04-04T19:03:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:43:38.764+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Very Far Very Near</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rhkg9-bTJgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/kG6so-OLNyQ/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051104706174330370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rhkg9-bTJgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/kG6so-OLNyQ/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you look at these pictures from where you sit in front of your computer, you will see a "calm" woman on the right side and an "angry" man on the left side.&lt;br /&gt;Now! Stand up and go backward about eight steps! Again look at the pictures. They will be replaced. Interesting, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These pictures may show that what we always see is not the real thing which exists!!!&lt;/strong&gt; What is your idea? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-2576081337491018755?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/2576081337491018755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=2576081337491018755' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/2576081337491018755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/2576081337491018755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/04/which-one-is-real.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Very Far Very Near&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rhkg9-bTJgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/kG6so-OLNyQ/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-7455455132020574415</id><published>2007-03-29T15:59:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:44:01.267+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Pink Sky'/><title type='text'>Let's Be Ourselves!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RguxnRhs1QI/AAAAAAAAAIE/RN801RUompc/s1600-h/loo3-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047323095676540162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RguxnRhs1QI/AAAAAAAAAIE/RN801RUompc/s400/loo3-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the real &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. You are always engaging in talking, counselling, or even struggling with &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;from every morning to night. When you let &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; be free, you are yourself! You think loudly, you laugh loudly, and you weep loudly...But when you imprison &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with the mask of hypocrisy, you lose yourself! You contemplate artificially, you smile artificially, and you cry artificially...Yes, when you are yourself, you are like a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;real flower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and when you lose yourself, you are like a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plastic flower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (as said by Dr. Munir Fasheh). So, let’s be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ourselves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and be a real flower in this real spring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Parisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-7455455132020574415?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/7455455132020574415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=7455455132020574415' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/7455455132020574415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/7455455132020574415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/03/lets-be-ourselves.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Let&apos;s Be Ourselves!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RguxnRhs1QI/AAAAAAAAAIE/RN801RUompc/s72-c/loo3-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-1207898540403228118</id><published>2007-03-25T18:23:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:44:26.321+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Pink Sky'/><title type='text'>Where I Can Find Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RgaO00NwQpI/AAAAAAAAAH8/vdeIzWHg6TM/s1600-h/Holy_shrine_of_Imam_Reza_AS_Mashhad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045877470535893650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RgaO00NwQpI/AAAAAAAAAH8/vdeIzWHg6TM/s400/Holy_shrine_of_Imam_Reza_AS_Mashhad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When its golden dome shines in my heart, my &lt;strong&gt;tears &lt;/strong&gt;unconsciously stream down my face.&lt;br /&gt;When its doves fly freely in the azure sky, my &lt;strong&gt;soul&lt;/strong&gt; leaves me to join them as though for ever.&lt;br /&gt;When its pilgrims, with indescribable eagerness, hopefully comes, my &lt;strong&gt;heart&lt;/strong&gt; forget all the trivial problems.&lt;br /&gt;And when it is time to leave the shrine of Imam Reza, I leave behind my tears, my soul and my heart in the hope of coming back and finding them again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By: Parisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-1207898540403228118?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/1207898540403228118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=1207898540403228118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/1207898540403228118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/1207898540403228118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/03/where-i-can-find-myself.html' title='Where I Can Find Myself'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RgaO00NwQpI/AAAAAAAAAH8/vdeIzWHg6TM/s72-c/Holy_shrine_of_Imam_Reza_AS_Mashhad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-5393120198522761815</id><published>2007-03-22T21:11:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:44:53.570+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Colours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Indeed, why the dress of the angel of Death is black?!?&lt;br /&gt;Who passed the colours through our hearts and said for the first time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Love and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yellow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Hatred….&lt;br /&gt;Translated by: Parisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RgLAKUNwQoI/AAAAAAAAAH0/snjmoMOnKt8/s1600-h/Colours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044805816065999490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RgLAKUNwQoI/AAAAAAAAAH0/snjmoMOnKt8/s320/Colours.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-5393120198522761815?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/5393120198522761815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=5393120198522761815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/5393120198522761815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/5393120198522761815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/03/colours.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Colours&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RgLAKUNwQoI/AAAAAAAAAH0/snjmoMOnKt8/s72-c/Colours.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-5704085589448313254</id><published>2007-03-22T02:09:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:45:16.082+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>What Do You Know about the Year of Pig?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9ibyGZ1twFG3uQAMxajzbkF;_ylu=X3oDMTA4NDgyNWN0BHNlYwNwcm9m/SIG=13e60e1fu/EXP=1174604021/**http%3A//www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/308598/2/istockphoto_308598_flat_pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9ibyGZ1twFG3uQAMxajzbkF;_ylu=X3oDMTA4NDgyNWN0BHNlYwNwcm9m/SIG=13e60e1fu/EXP=1174604021/**http%3A//www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/308598/2/istockphoto_308598_flat_pig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At last, the year of Dog passed with all its anxieties and untruthfulness and left us for 12 years! Now, we can breathe easily. This year is the year of Pig. The anxieties of previous year will be replaced with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;calmness and happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. In the depth of the Pig year, there is life with its eagerness. In Chinese horoscope, the Pig year is the best year for all the people in the world, because in this year for everybody, there is job and money is equally distributed. This year is the year of &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BALANCE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The scale of betrayal and untruthfulness is low, so the Pig year is the year of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. In this year, literature comes in the highest level and poets and writers will achieve professional successes. But due to the credulity of the Pig, it is possible to be disappointed or cheated. One of the negative points of Pig year is that people ask for help less, so vulnerability will probably improve. Anyway, totally this year can be a good year in the point of view of horoscope. But I am sure that with the help of God we can build our own horoscopes in the best way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated by: Parisa Mehran &lt;a href="http://www.loo3.com/blog/?p=1000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken from&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-5704085589448313254?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/5704085589448313254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=5704085589448313254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/5704085589448313254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/5704085589448313254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-do-you-know-about-year-of-pig.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;What Do You Know about the Year of Pig?&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-7603379820323294412</id><published>2007-03-22T00:07:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:45:38.638+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>The Sun, the Wind and Wager</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RgGYOUNwQmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xCqb77crYg8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044480429343654498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RgGYOUNwQmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xCqb77crYg8/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, when a passenger was going his way, the sun and the wind wagered on taking his cape off. The wind, with all strength, blew and scattered a cloud of dust. But the passenger grasped the cape firmly and the wind got tired and lost the bet finally. Then, it was a turn of the sun. He showed his golden and beautiful face and made the earth warm. The passenger panted because of the warmth. He sweated and decided to take the cape off immediately.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;winner&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;is who treats gently and the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loser&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is who treats violently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated by: Parisa Mehran &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-7603379820323294412?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/7603379820323294412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=7603379820323294412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/7603379820323294412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/7603379820323294412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/03/sun-wind-and-wager.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;The Sun, the Wind and Wager&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RgGYOUNwQmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xCqb77crYg8/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-4872398376246104255</id><published>2007-03-19T15:19:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:46:10.744+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Pink Sky'/><title type='text'>In the Final Hours of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rf56NnqRHvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8OAwm4PAN0Q/s1600-h/surrealism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043603007104687858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rf56NnqRHvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8OAwm4PAN0Q/s200/surrealism.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In these final hours of the year, I have held my breath to hear better the dispute of the seconds. My eagerness is beyond description. Spring has breathed &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; spirit into me to get ready for the beginning of the New Year. The Painter of the universe splashes the colours over His canvas again. Everything becomes glorious and I sink to these beauties. Suddenly, confusion encloses me and my heart beatings , like roaring waves, intensify it. I review the previous years and from the depth of my heart I wish that my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; never leaves me alone, as usual, because without Him I can not start this year as the preceding ones, Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With best wishes for a healthy, good , and happy year&lt;br /&gt;Parisa Mehran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-4872398376246104255?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/4872398376246104255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=4872398376246104255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/4872398376246104255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/4872398376246104255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-these-final-hours-of-year-i-have.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;In the Final Hours of the Year&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rf56NnqRHvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8OAwm4PAN0Q/s72-c/surrealism.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-1002730491056610670</id><published>2007-03-18T19:54:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:46:29.661+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>My Little Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rf1pVXqRHtI/AAAAAAAAAHM/usf70vSUjeg/s1600-h/window.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043302973574291154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rf1pVXqRHtI/AAAAAAAAAHM/usf70vSUjeg/s400/window.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a little window of my own,&lt;br /&gt;of my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;and of my solitude.&lt;br /&gt;Standing near it, I can touch the sky,&lt;br /&gt;conquer the peaks,&lt;br /&gt;fly like a lark,&lt;br /&gt;and smell lilies.&lt;br /&gt;Crying near it, I can see my fate,&lt;br /&gt;hear the pains,&lt;br /&gt;wash my soul,&lt;br /&gt;and smell the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Smiling near it, I can find my missing,&lt;br /&gt;embrace the fears,&lt;br /&gt;caress the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;and smell the wind.&lt;br /&gt;I have a little window of my own,&lt;br /&gt;of my hopes,&lt;br /&gt;and of my &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BY: PARISA MEHRAN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-1002730491056610670?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/1002730491056610670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=1002730491056610670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/1002730491056610670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/1002730491056610670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-little-window.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;My Little Window&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rf1pVXqRHtI/AAAAAAAAAHM/usf70vSUjeg/s72-c/window.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-7685318238108683957</id><published>2007-03-17T20:51:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:46:52.364+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Take the Time</title><content type='html'>Take the Time…&lt;br /&gt;Take time to Love… It is the secret of eternal youth!&lt;br /&gt;Take time to laugh…It is the music of the heart! &lt;br /&gt;Take time to cry…It is the sign of a large heart!&lt;br /&gt;Take time to read…It is the source of knowledge!&lt;br /&gt;Take time to hear…It is the power of intelligence!&lt;br /&gt;Take time to think…It is the key of success!&lt;br /&gt;Take time to play…It is the freshness of childhood!&lt;br /&gt;Take time to dream…It is the breath of happiness!&lt;br /&gt;Take time to LIVE…Because time passes…QUICKLY… And NEVER returns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfwkQ3qRHsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/aV3ULAp5HcQ/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfwkQ3qRHsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/aV3ULAp5HcQ/s400/11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042945554985852610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-7685318238108683957?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/7685318238108683957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=7685318238108683957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/7685318238108683957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/7685318238108683957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/03/take-time.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Take the Time&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfwkQ3qRHsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/aV3ULAp5HcQ/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-594750724431341329</id><published>2007-03-16T19:35:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:47:18.068+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Pink Sky'/><title type='text'>The Day of Humanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfrIAXqRHqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OVixohvS0BU/s1600-h/ronaldo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042562641471544994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfrIAXqRHqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OVixohvS0BU/s400/ronaldo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately I saw these pictures of Ronaldinho’s House, the below poem echoed in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rich Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rich man has his motor-car,&lt;br /&gt;His country and his town estate.&lt;br /&gt;He smokes a fifty-cent cigar&lt;br /&gt;And jeers at Fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He frivols through the livelong day,&lt;br /&gt;He knows not Poverty her pinch.&lt;br /&gt;His lot seems light his heart seems gay,&lt;br /&gt;He has a cinch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet though my lamp burns low and dim,&lt;br /&gt;Though I must slave for livelihood_&lt;br /&gt;Think you that I would change with him?&lt;br /&gt;You bet I would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Franklin P. Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many Ronaldinhos all over the world. If one day they come together and decide to do something for the poor, I think this day must be named &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“The Day of Humanity”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; which has been missed in all calendars!!! What’s your idea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-594750724431341329?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/594750724431341329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=594750724431341329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/594750724431341329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/594750724431341329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-of-humanity.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;The Day of Humanity&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfrIAXqRHqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OVixohvS0BU/s72-c/ronaldo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-8069820157335141222</id><published>2007-03-16T00:40:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:47:36.985+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>My Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfrLnXqRHrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/b3drsGgeiMg/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042566610021326514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfrLnXqRHrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/b3drsGgeiMg/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a garden&lt;br /&gt;full of flowers,&lt;br /&gt;rich of flowers up to the edge of the wall&lt;br /&gt;all the flowers, even the flower of reed,&lt;br /&gt;rich of flower, rich&lt;br /&gt;up to the edge of the wall.&lt;br /&gt;My flowers never sneaked on the wall&lt;br /&gt;even my eglantine and golden cascades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an arbour of “never forget me” flowers&lt;br /&gt;a dress of roses&lt;br /&gt;and a bed of jasmines.&lt;br /&gt;At nights, I hanged the “lantern flowers” to my arbour&lt;br /&gt;and at morning, buttercup to my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a necklace of orange blooms&lt;br /&gt;which never withered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to sew my dresses with pine needle&lt;br /&gt;and wore digital flower on my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flowers&lt;br /&gt;were all soft and kind.&lt;br /&gt;My flowers had no thorn&lt;br /&gt;they loved me, as well as sparrows and butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is a while&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;the lanterns have wick&lt;br /&gt;and the flowers sneak out the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Maryam Zandi from &lt;em&gt;Iran My Beloved Flower &lt;/em&gt;translated by Mehdi Afshar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-8069820157335141222?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/8069820157335141222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=8069820157335141222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/8069820157335141222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/8069820157335141222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-flowers.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;My Flowers&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfrLnXqRHrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/b3drsGgeiMg/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-3485758282215673450</id><published>2007-03-15T20:06:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:48:02.523+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>No Comment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only in Australia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rfl9_nqRHgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/pIDyG25SK8M/s1600-h/Asteralia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042199789749476866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rfl9_nqRHgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/pIDyG25SK8M/s320/Asteralia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only in India&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rfl-bnqRHhI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Zt2SVpfYpeI/s1600-h/India.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042200270785814034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rfl-bnqRHhI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Zt2SVpfYpeI/s320/India.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only in Marocco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rfl-u3qRHiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oCsAfYe5rvQ/s1600-h/Marakesh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042200601498295842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rfl-u3qRHiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oCsAfYe5rvQ/s320/Marakesh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only at Taiwan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rfl_TnqRHjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/A7BZ-TFjtWI/s1600-h/Taiwan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042201232858488370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rfl_TnqRHjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/A7BZ-TFjtWI/s320/Taiwan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only in Pakistan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfmAWXqRHkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5cIz-lRQcEc/s1600-h/Pakistan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042202379614756418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; 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Staring at its horizon, I can turn over the leaves of my sweet memories. The ringlets of its waves, the grating roar of its sands, and the fiery light of its sun make me really feel relax. The solitude of the sea leads to forgetting all my loneliness which irritates me most of the time. With my tears I confide myself in the sea and it just responds me with its continuous roaring teaching me to continue my life and be as strong as &lt;strong&gt;SHE&lt;/strong&gt; is!&lt;br /&gt;By: Parisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RflJw3qRHfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JoUTj3SW0j0/s1600-h/beaches.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042142361741762034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RflJw3qRHfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JoUTj3SW0j0/s400/beaches.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-1040438518113755283?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/1040438518113755283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=1040438518113755283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/1040438518113755283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/1040438518113755283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/03/where-i-always-wish-to-be.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Where I Always Wish to Be&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RflJw3qRHfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JoUTj3SW0j0/s72-c/beaches.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-8257141260965886306</id><published>2007-03-13T18:35:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:55:58.827+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Iranian Customs</title><content type='html'>The customs of Iran can be divided into pre-Islamic and Islamic customs. Pre-Islamic customs, rooted in the traditions of the Zoroastrians of the Sassanian period, include the night of Yalda (shebe yalda), New Year (Noruz), the night before the last Wednesday of the year (charshanbe suri), the thirteenth day of the New Year (sizdeh bedar), the seven "S"s' table (haft sin), etc. Islamic customs can be totally considered as the customs of Ramadan, Moharram and Safar months. Let me explain each of the examples with specific details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;strong&gt;Pre-Islamic Customs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Night of Yalda:&lt;/strong&gt; It is celebrated in the eve of the first day of the winter. It is the longest night of the year. Yalda originally means "birth" referring to the beginning of the winter.Iranian families come together to enjoy this special night. They eat watermelon, special nuts belonging to Yalda's night, and pomegranates. Also, they read Ferdosi's Shahnameh and the poems of Hafez. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfhIL3qRHXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/3W-bVMCrZgM/s1600-h/shabe_yalda_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfhIL3qRHXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/3W-bVMCrZgM/s320/shabe_yalda_6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041859151598263666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They focus on their wishes in their minds and open the Hafez book to get their answers from the poem (this action is called "fal"). They try to stay awake at this night to enjoy more the beauties of Yalda's night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noruz: &lt;/strong&gt;In the Persian language, Noruz literally means "new day". It is the celebration of the coming of spring and considered as the Iranian New Year. There are many customs inside Noruz itself that you can read below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last Wednesday of the Year:&lt;/strong&gt; On the eve of the Wednesday before Noruz, the Iranians celebrate this night called Charshanbe (Wednesday) Suri (meaning red) or in the other words the red Wednesday. People set fires, jump over them and chant: "Sorkhi-e to az man, Zardi-e man az to" literally meaning that "your fiery red color is mine and my sickly yellow paleness is yours." &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfcKCHqRHMI/AAAAAAAAADE/6UD9-ywsBVA/s1600-h/charshanbesuri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfcKCHqRHMI/AAAAAAAAADE/6UD9-ywsBVA/s320/charshanbesuri.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041509339396906178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chant implies that the Iranians want the fire to take their paleness, sickness and problems and in turn give them redness, warmth and energy for starting another new year. Another custom of this night is "Ghashogh Zani" meaning spoon banging. As an explanation, children bang on the pots with spoons, knock at the doors to take some nuts from the neighbors (it is so similar to Halloween). This night has its own nuts and also a special soup called Ash-e Charshanbe Suri. In different cities of Iran, there are many other regional customs for this night. For example, my husband is Azeri and his home town is Ardebil, in the north-west of Iran; people of this city celebrate this night by eating an especial food called "Suti Polo" (milky rice). This food contains rice cooking with milk and it is served with smoked fish. Any way, all the Iranians try to have the best Charshanbe Suri in each year with their special customs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spring Cleaning:&lt;/strong&gt; The first step in preparing for Noruz is Khaneh-Tekani (literally meaning the shaking of the house). Every place in the house must be cleaned and organized perfectly. For instance, Azeri people believe that at the moment which the year becomes new, if you have some clothes on the clothesline, you will have a messy year! Moreover, the burning of wild rue, which is called "esfand", is practiced to keep evil spirits away and provide a nice aroma in the house. The cleaning is not only for the houses, but also for people by buying new clothes for themselves. Everything must be new, even the hearts; people clean their memories and throw away all the evil ones. They try to rebuild the relationships with their relatives and friends (also ones who have had problems with them in the previous year) by going to their houses to congratulate the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Seven "S"s' Table:&lt;/strong&gt; Sofreh-e Haft sin is the major tradition of Noruz. Iranians prepare a table or sofreh (a plastic sheet used as a tablecloth on the ground) with a variety of things. Below is the list of the elements of Haft Sin and the description of the symbolism that each element has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfkiLXqRHcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/raTwkGOi0gg/s1600-h/haftsinDRAW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfkiLXqRHcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/raTwkGOi0gg/s320/haftsinDRAW.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042098836543184322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scriptures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Koran, Bible, Torah, Avesta or other Scriptures, or Poetry depending on beliefs):  It symbolizes blessings and faith in the New Year. You can also place a Divan-e Hafez or other book of faith and knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabzeh &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(spring sprouts): It is made from wheat or lentil signifying rebirth and renewal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senjed&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(a sweet, dry fruit of a lotus tree): The fragrant and blooming lotus tree makes people fall in love so it is natural that its fruit would signify love and affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sib&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (apple): A big red apple represents health and beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samanu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (wheat pudding): Wheat and wheat products signify sweetness and fertility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serkeh&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(vinegar): White Vinegar signifies age and patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somagh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (crushed sumac berries): This S symbolizes the spice of life. Some say Somagh represents the color of the sunrise and with the sun all evil is conquered.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (garlic): This medicinal S is a sign of good health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sekkeh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (gold coins): It signifies wealth and prosperity &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonbol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (hyacinth fower):  Purple or pink hyacinth are common on the Sofreh and also represent life and beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sangak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (flatbread): Noon-e Sangak represents prosperity for the feasts. It can be accompanied by Naan-o Panir, which is Iranian feta cheese and fresh herbs to be eaten at the feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sohan Asali &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(honey almonds):  It is a sweet honey candy made with pistachios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mahi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (fish): Fish in a clear white bowl represents life and the end of the astral year associated with the constellation Pisces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ayneh&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(mirror): It brings light &amp; brightness into the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sha'am &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(candle):  Large or small candles can be used and symbolize fire &amp; energy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tokhm-e Morgh &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(decorated eggs): It symbolizes fertility. Eggs are painted by children much like Easter eggs are painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ajil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (nuts): It can be roasted pistachios, walnuts, almonds, and hazelnuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shirini&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(sweets &amp; pastries): It includes Noghl, Baaghlavaa, Toot, Noon-e Berenji, Noon-e Nokhodchi and any other sweets you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esfand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (wild rue):  A brazier "Manghal" holds burning coals sprinkled with "Esfand" popular incense. It keeps the evil eye away and brings on health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfcR_3qRHTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VziwjTLhfW4/s1600-h/%D8%A7%D8%B4%D8%A8%D9%81%D8%B3%D9%87%D8%AF.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfcR_3qRHTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VziwjTLhfW4/s400/%D8%A7%D8%B4%D8%A8%D9%81%D8%B3%D9%87%D8%AF.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041518096835222834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment of New Year, the members of the family come together around the Haft Sin's Sofreh or table, read the holy books (e.g. Koran), and pray for having a good year. This table or Sofreh will be kept with all its elements until the thirteenth day of the New Year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Year Dishes: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabzi Polo Mahi: &lt;/em&gt;The New Year's Day traditional meal is called Sabzi Polo Mahi, which is rice mixed with green herbs served with fish.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfcO1HqRHQI/AAAAAAAAADk/HVOhnnH6fW0/s1600-h/sabzipolo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfcO1HqRHQI/AAAAAAAAADk/HVOhnnH6fW0/s320/sabzipolo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041514613616745730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kuku Sabzi:&lt;/em&gt; a kind of fluffy cutlet made of special vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;Reshteh Polo: rice cooked with noodles, which is believed to symbolically help one succeed in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dolme Barg:&lt;/em&gt; A traditional dish of Azeri people, cooked just before the New Year.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rfkj83qRHdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/60Ny6sTJ3Kk/s1600-h/dolme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Rfkj83qRHdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/60Ny6sTJ3Kk/s320/dolme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042100786458336722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment of the New Year, this dish must be on the oven boiling very slowly; otherwise, it will lose its effect leading to the reaching of wishes! It includes some vegetables, meat and cotyledon which have been cooked and embedded in vine leaf and cooked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Thirteenth Day of the New Year:&lt;/strong&gt; This day is named "the day of nature." On the thirteenth day of the New Year, people go out and have a picnic outside the home. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfcM5HqRHPI/AAAAAAAAADc/qC7xq_52hDE/s1600-h/sizde+bedar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfcM5HqRHPI/AAAAAAAAADc/qC7xq_52hDE/s320/sizde+bedar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041512483312966898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is believed that being at home on this day brings a bad omen. People wish for something and then tie grasses of their Sabzehs in the hope of reaching their desires. Usually they throw away Sabzehs in the streaming rivers. At the end of this day, the haft sin is cleared away until the next New Year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Iranian Troubadours:&lt;/strong&gt; The traditional herald of the Noruz is called Haji Firuz. He symbolizes the rebirth of the Sumerian god of sacrifice, Domuzi, who was killed at the end of each year and reborn at the beginning of the New Year. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfcL3XqRHOI/AAAAAAAAADU/XdoISqHP7Zc/s1600-h/hajifiruz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfcL3XqRHOI/AAAAAAAAADU/XdoISqHP7Zc/s320/hajifiruz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041511353736568034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haji Firuz makes people laugh. He dances and chants with his tambourine and trumpet in the streets. He has a black make up on his face and usually wears a red costume. Another troubadour is Amoo (uncle) Noruz who is the responsible for giving gifts to the children like Santa Claus and he is able to grant the wishes of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.persianmirror.com/celebrations/noruz/noruz.cfm"&gt;Taken from&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;strong&gt;Islamic Customs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ramadan Month's Customs:&lt;/strong&gt; In this holly month, all Muslims fast from dawn to dusk. They eat something in the morning before sunrise (this meal is called "Sahari"). At dusk, they break their fasts (this meal is called "Eftari"). There are different kinds of food served as Eftari such as Halim(made of wheat seemed like a thick soup), Shole zard(made of rice and lots of saffron), Ash-e Reshte(special kind of soup), Zulbia Bamiye( special kind of sweet), etc, etc.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfhPHHqRHZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bAU17881PJE/s1600-h/ottobre+2006+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfhPHHqRHZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bAU17881PJE/s320/ottobre+2006+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041866766575279506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Honestly, I can say that we perfectly make up the hours not eating during being fast!! About religious customs, it is suggested to read Koran more during Ramadan month, because Koran has been descended from God to Mohammad (the prophet of Islam) in this month. Due to the coincidence of this month with the martyrdom of the Imam Ali (the first Imam of Shia), there are also different ceremonies as lamentations. Tomorrow of the last day of this month, named feast of "Fetr", people go to mosques to pray; this day is one of the most important religious feasts of Moslems. They also give some money to the poor people (this amount of money is called "Fetriyeh") and usually they go to their houses to congratulate this holly feast to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moharram and Safar Months' Customs:&lt;/strong&gt; It can be said that these two months belong to Imam Hoseyn (the third Imam of Shia , the son of Imam Ali). Because of his martyrdom, which is really mournful, the great lamentations are held as memorials by Shiite Muslims. There are many places allotted to the lamentations for Imam Hoseyn called "Hey'at" or "Hoseyniyeh". The day before the beginning of Moharram's month, in these places, people come together and fill a bowl with water as a symbol of the water of Forat's river which the enemies of Imam Hoseyn obstructed its streaming to keep him and his family thirsty.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfcXx3qRHUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DF8nG666eJU/s1600-h/tashtgozari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfcXx3qRHUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DF8nG666eJU/s320/tashtgozari.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041524453386820930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This symbolic water is holly and people drink a little for becoming healthy. During the months, people, from any ages, go to the allotted places and mourn for Imam Hoseyn. A special pray is hold in mosques at the noon of the day of the Imam Hoseyn's martyrdom symbolizing the pray of Imam Hoseyn himself before being martyred. There is an especial outdoor play (Taziye), held in these months, which shows the incidents leading to the martyrdom of Imam Hoseyn in the war against his enemies.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfcK_HqRHNI/AAAAAAAAADM/Ag5csxvTMJo/s1600-h/taziye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfcK_HqRHNI/AAAAAAAAADM/Ag5csxvTMJo/s320/taziye.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041510387368926418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The actors are usually ordinary people. Many groups of people circle around the actors to see their play and lament for Imam Hoseyn. The tomorrow night of Imam Hoseyn's martyrdom, people come out in the streets carrying candles in their hands to show the loneliness of Imam Hoseyn's family.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfcH83qRHLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LVRFpmpRowI/s1600-h/shame+ghariban.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfcH83qRHLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LVRFpmpRowI/s320/shame+ghariban.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041507050179337394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The martyrdom of Imam Hoseyn is considered as the revival of Islam. His bravery and sacrifices indicate that how he is &lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt; and frankly anybody can not explain his courage. The last custom of these two months is the tradition of going to the mosques after the midnight of the last day of Safar month until the dawn. People go to at least seven mosques and knock at the doors of them to congratulate symbolically the daughter of Prophet Mohammad (Hazrat-e Zahra) for finishing the mournful and miserable days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-8257141260965886306?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/8257141260965886306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=8257141260965886306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/8257141260965886306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/8257141260965886306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/03/iranian-customs.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Iranian Customs&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfhIL3qRHXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/3W-bVMCrZgM/s72-c/shabe_yalda_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-551253551911532347</id><published>2007-03-12T20:50:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:56:38.533+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personality Findings'/><title type='text'>Find Your Fruity Personality!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfWMeHqRHKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/U0Qcfo1gYHs/s1600-h/miveh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041089806991432866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfWMeHqRHKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/U0Qcfo1gYHs/s320/miveh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a basket containing some apples, cherries, grapes, oranges, bananas, pineapples, coconuts, peaches, and pears. Which one will you like to eat first as your favorite fruit? Be hurry! Choose one and discover your personality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apple:&lt;/strong&gt; You are always lavish and also frank. Maybe you can not individually be a best manager, but you can perfectly direct a little group and bring great successes to it with your efforts. Most of the time, you are able to decide swiftly but correctly. You enjoy unexpected and short trips. When you live with your partner, you seem kind and attracting; you extremely adore life in its real meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cherry:&lt;/strong&gt; Life is not as sweet as you expect it. You have many ups and downs especially in your job. You always earn money in any projects but not too much. Your mind is creative and active leading you to the experiencing of new things. You are a faithful and intimate partner but you are hardly affected by the others. You consider your home as paradise and you enjoy being near your friends and relatives at your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grape:&lt;/strong&gt; Totally, you are polite and cheerful but sometimes you get angry quickly. You enjoy beauties generally. People love you because of your warm character. You have interest in living and you even enjoy doing usual things. Your partner must share in your interests until sh/he could be able to enjoy the life that you give him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orange:&lt;/strong&gt; You are so patient and strong. You like to manage things slowly and wisely. You are so hardworking and a little shy. People can trust you due to your character. You choose your friends very precisely and you love them from the depth of your heart. You prevent from any quarrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banana&lt;/strong&gt;: You are so lovely, shy, calm, and naturally sensitive. You suffer from the lack of self confidence; therefore, people abuse you in different situations. You adore your partner and your relationship with him/her is always on balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pineapple:&lt;/strong&gt; You decide hastily. You are so risky; for example, you change your job without any hesitation, when you decide to do it. Somehow, you are brave. You have a special talent in managing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coconut:&lt;/strong&gt; You are wise and serious. You enjoy the social relationships and you have special attention on your friends. You seem a little selfish which is not really true. You are cautious and you have the highest rank in your job because you mange everything very well. You need a wise partner due to the fact that you do not mix your feelings and your wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peach:&lt;/strong&gt; You enjoy the essence of life. You are friendly but frank. You can easily forgive. You value the friendships. You are independent and you always tell the truth. You are a patient, ideal, and intimate lover but you do not like to show feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pear:&lt;/strong&gt; When you focus on a special thing, you can do it perfectly at last. You want to see the results of your efforts quickly. You always need motivations. You seem a little shy and you can not easily express your feelings. You like a smart and generous partner.&lt;br /&gt;Translated by Parisa Mehran. &lt;a href="http://www.loo3.com/pages/talebini%20miveh/"&gt;Taken from&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-551253551911532347?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/551253551911532347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=551253551911532347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/551253551911532347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/551253551911532347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/03/fruity-personalities.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Find Your Fruity Personality!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfWMeHqRHKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/U0Qcfo1gYHs/s72-c/miveh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-1543167804408347418</id><published>2007-03-07T23:25:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:57:07.735+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Iranian Art</title><content type='html'>Frankly, I don't really know from where I shall start to tell about the Iranian art because of the variety of the subjects in this field. I can just hint at some prominent ones in the general way. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re8drcxk3NI/AAAAAAAAABM/OmvCLD8hfQU/s1600-h/280px-Takht-jamshid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re8drcxk3NI/AAAAAAAAABM/OmvCLD8hfQU/s400/280px-Takht-jamshid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039279140346584274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re8eu8xk3OI/AAAAAAAAABU/8BfGEtoaNDs/s1600-h/240px-Baghe_Eram_Shiraz_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re8eu8xk3OI/AAAAAAAAABU/8BfGEtoaNDs/s400/240px-Baghe_Eram_Shiraz_edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039280299987754210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iranian architecture &lt;/strong&gt;can be categorized into pre-Islamic (e.g. Perspolis) and post-Islamic (e.g. Ali Qapu). Iranian architects have always been the center of attention because of the skill and delicacy of their works. So, Persian architecture has spread to the outside of Iran (e.g. Soltaniyeh Dome in Samarghand). Moreover, Persian gardens (e.g. Eram Garden in Shiraz), with their traditional styles of garden design, which originated in Persia, have influenced the design of gardens throughout the larger region (e.g. Taj Mahal in India).&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re8frcxk3PI/AAAAAAAAABc/CKtsBxGZn0s/s1600-h/170px-Taj_Mahal_in_March_2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re8frcxk3PI/AAAAAAAAABc/CKtsBxGZn0s/s400/170px-Taj_Mahal_in_March_2004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039281339369839858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re8gVMxk3QI/AAAAAAAAABk/PpquRbZnjmM/s1600-h/180px-Sialk_pot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re8gVMxk3QI/AAAAAAAAABk/PpquRbZnjmM/s400/180px-Sialk_pot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039282056629378306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iranian pottery &lt;/strong&gt;presents a continuous history from the beginning of the Iranian history until the present day. Because of the special geographical position of Iran, being at the crossroads of ancient civilizations and on important caravan routes, almost every part of Iran was involved in pottery making.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re8hEMxk3RI/AAAAAAAAABs/EUAyos8DGI0/s1600-h/180px-Mehmooni2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re8hEMxk3RI/AAAAAAAAABs/EUAyos8DGI0/s400/180px-Mehmooni2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039282864083229970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iranian painting &lt;/strong&gt;has several branches. Tow main types of it can be regarded as "miniature" and "Qahveh Khanehei" Painting (Tea House style of painting). Miniatures are mostly related to the Persian mythology (e.g. Shahnameh Ferdosi's stories) and poetry. They are famous due to their absorbing complexity and delicacy which drown the viewer in the beauty of art. Qahveh Kanehei paintings, divided in to religious, epic, feast and amorous paintings, belong to tea houses with their special atmospheres (e.g. when the narrator tells the stories of Shahnameh in a traditional way).&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re8iZcxk3TI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uWMRAj_LJHE/s1600-h/180px-Qahveh_rostam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re8iZcxk3TI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uWMRAj_LJHE/s400/180px-Qahveh_rostam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039284328667077938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Iranian carpet&lt;/strong&gt; is an essential part of Iranian art. Carpet-weaving dates back to the ancient Persia. Iranian carpets are categorized in to three main types: Farsh/Qali (carpet), Qalicheh (rug), and Gelim (rough carpet including Zilu). Again, the delicate design of Iranian carpets makes them distinguished from the others. I should explain that some Iranian carpets and rugs are too precious, so they are framed and used as decorations (they are called "tablo farsh" meaning framed carpets). &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re8tBMxk3UI/AAAAAAAAACE/fNhkFT3irGI/s1600-h/2500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re8tBMxk3UI/AAAAAAAAACE/fNhkFT3irGI/s320/2500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039296006683155778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As an example, this carpet, named "The History of 2500 Years of Iran", is a kind of precious carpet because of its unique design. It includes all the kings of Iran from Great Kurosh until Mohamad Reza shah (111 persons);moreover, there are four historical events in the middle of the carpet: the war between Alb Arsalan with Romans, the war of shah Abbas with Ottomans, the asking of help of Homayun from Tahmasbe Safavi, and Ferdosi writing the Shahnameh. There is also the coin of each era on the edges. It is made of 80% silk and 20% soft wool and 288 colors are used to weave this carpet.&lt;br /&gt;Below pictures are good examples of framed carpets which their designs belong to miniature artist Mahmoud Farshchian.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re_PPLGBe2I/AAAAAAAAACU/qxmLS3FA2tc/s1600-h/erfan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re_PPLGBe2I/AAAAAAAAACU/qxmLS3FA2tc/s320/erfan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039474367633914722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re_QjrGBe3I/AAAAAAAAACc/RgjobMUZWeI/s1600-h/forughe+omid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re_QjrGBe3I/AAAAAAAAACc/RgjobMUZWeI/s320/forughe+omid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039475819332860786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re_SLrGBe4I/AAAAAAAAACk/dPAA_DJYrMs/s1600-h/setare+sobgahi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re_SLrGBe4I/AAAAAAAAACk/dPAA_DJYrMs/s320/setare+sobgahi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039477606039255938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iranian_art"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-1543167804408347418?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/1543167804408347418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=1543167804408347418' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/1543167804408347418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/1543167804408347418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/03/iranian-art.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Iranian Art&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re8drcxk3NI/AAAAAAAAABM/OmvCLD8hfQU/s72-c/280px-Takht-jamshid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-5205072186864502108</id><published>2007-03-07T23:21:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:57:28.557+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>About My University</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re_S1rGBe5I/AAAAAAAAACs/mSUTf6mdCNs/s1600-h/Alzahra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re_S1rGBe5I/AAAAAAAAACs/mSUTf6mdCNs/s320/Alzahra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039478327593761682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alzahra University, allocated to the women, is located in Dehe Vanak of Tehran. Vanak literally means "coldness", so you can imagine how fresh this area is (because it has still kept its bracing essence). It has different faculties such as art, psychology, literature, languages and history, sciences, theology and etc. I have heard that Alzahra University has the most complete and equipped chemistry laboratory at Tehran among the other universities. At my faculty, we also have language labs which have been improving very fast to become as the most equipped too. The professors are highly educated in their fields and perfectly knowledgeable. The thing which is really interesting for me is my professors' characters. They are strong, hardworking, with inquiring minds. Therefore, they can be good models for their personal students' lives because of their effective characters. &lt;br /&gt;My courses are mostly based on the literature. About this course, essay writing, I should say that my professor, Dr. Marandi, has done a big favor by teaching us how to create our own web logs. We are really thankful to her for sharing such an exciting experience. I hope I will learn this practical course very well because I am sure it would be really useful for me in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-5205072186864502108?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/5205072186864502108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=5205072186864502108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/5205072186864502108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/5205072186864502108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/03/about-my-university.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;About My University&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re_S1rGBe5I/AAAAAAAAACs/mSUTf6mdCNs/s72-c/Alzahra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125559641626079687.post-3853460855843484945</id><published>2007-03-07T18:08:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:57:49.841+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>Where I Live...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re7Rb8xk3JI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7T0_4H1d6AI/s1600-h/Old+Toopkhaneh+Sq..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re7Rb8xk3JI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7T0_4H1d6AI/s320/Old+Toopkhaneh+Sq..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039195311174900882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tehran, the capital of Iran, is my hometown. There are some theories about the meaning of "Tehran" itself; it is believed that "Tehran" comes from the Persian words "Tah" meaning "end or bottom" and "Ran" meaning "mountain slope", or it means "a warm place", as opposed to "a cool place" (e.g. Shemiran-a cooler district in northern Tehran). Nowadays, Tehran has been modernized and this modernization has led to a big difference between the old Tehran and the modern one.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re7RKcxk3II/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZaTGlptSgcw/s1600-h/Modern+Tehran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re7RKcxk3II/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZaTGlptSgcw/s320/Modern+Tehran.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039195010527190146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  It has become so crowded creating some problems (especially the traffic) which are going to be solved by the policies of the government (like the development of the Tehran metro system).&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re7Q2sxk3HI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UAZ2RFXRr7Y/s1600-h/Tehran_subway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re7Q2sxk3HI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UAZ2RFXRr7Y/s320/Tehran_subway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039194671224773746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, still it can be found a healthy and pleasant climate such as near my house (Darabad area in the North of Tehran). This picture is the view of the kitchen of my flat!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfhUuHqRHbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GCgPAokZkK0/s1600-h/Darabad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/RfhUuHqRHbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GCgPAokZkK0/s320/Darabad1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041872934148316594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125559641626079687-3853460855843484945?l=parisamehran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/feeds/3853460855843484945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9125559641626079687&amp;postID=3853460855843484945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/3853460855843484945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9125559641626079687/posts/default/3853460855843484945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisamehran.blogspot.com/2007/03/where-i-live.html' title='Where I Live...'/><author><name>Parisa Mehran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633422740921315707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vHhPy19Le34/Re7Rb8xk3JI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7T0_4H1d6AI/s72-c/Old+Toopkhaneh+Sq..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
