<?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-23853125</id><updated>2011-11-06T09:13:58.536+03:30</updated><title type='text'>This is where I belong.</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi every body.I am really glad to be here with you my friends.I will be really glad to see you visiting this blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>this is where l belong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06111081334627110883</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853125.post-115876756014847033</id><published>2006-09-20T19:18:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-09-20T19:22:40.160+03:30</updated><title type='text'>HI AGAIN...!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone happy to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;It has been about three months I have not been among you.&lt;br /&gt;Freom now on I promise to be with you again&lt;br /&gt;better than ever.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853125-115876756014847033?l=mycountrymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115876756014847033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853125&amp;postID=115876756014847033' title='98 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/115876756014847033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/115876756014847033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/hi-again.html' title='HI AGAIN...!'/><author><name>this is where l belong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06111081334627110883</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>98</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853125.post-114889710904363404</id><published>2006-05-29T13:34:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-05-29T13:43:27.190+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Eil Ghashghaie:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/Kooch%2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/320/Kooch%2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some picture of people who live in &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nature and are called EILAT.&lt;br /&gt;These people are always traveling.&lt;br /&gt;They work really hard to live.&lt;br /&gt;This tribe's name is GHASHGHAIE.&lt;br /&gt;They live near Shiraz.&lt;br /&gt;Their language is &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Turkish.&lt;br /&gt;I believe they really have a although hard but nice life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853125-114889710904363404?l=mycountrymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114889710904363404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853125&amp;postID=114889710904363404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114889710904363404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114889710904363404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/eil-ghashghaie.html' title='Eil Ghashghaie:'/><author><name>this is where l belong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06111081334627110883</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-23853125.post-114889645701189125</id><published>2006-05-29T13:13:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-05-29T13:24:17.033+03:30</updated><title type='text'>My friends in my essay writing class:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/IMG_0141.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/44.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/IMG_0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/320/IMG_0141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are my friends in my class.Some are from Tehran and others are from different cities all &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/44.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;over Iran.&lt;br /&gt;The other picture contains my best friends whom I am living with in dorm.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/44.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/320/44.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top row:left:Shima&lt;br /&gt;right:me(Nasim)&lt;br /&gt;The other row:left:Mozhdeh&lt;br /&gt;middle:Solmaz&lt;br /&gt;right:Maryam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853125-114889645701189125?l=mycountrymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114889645701189125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853125&amp;postID=114889645701189125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114889645701189125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114889645701189125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-friends-in-my-essay-writing-class.html' title='My friends in my essay writing class:'/><author><name>this is where l belong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06111081334627110883</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-23853125.post-114871716154583578</id><published>2006-05-27T10:55:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:36:01.613+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Another Saturday...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/11.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/400/11.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi everybody.&lt;br /&gt;Would you mind reading these sentences and using them?!&lt;br /&gt;The greatest mistake in the treatment of diseases is that there are physicians for the body and physicians for the soul, although the two cannot be separated. --Plato&lt;br /&gt;As we let our light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. --Marianne Williamson&lt;br /&gt;At the height of laughter, the universe is flung into a kaleidoscope of new possibilities. --Jean Houston&lt;br /&gt;No journey carries one far unless, as it extends into the world around us, it goes an equal distance into the world within. --Lillian Smith&lt;br /&gt;Please use these sayings in your life and leave comments for me about their effect on you,thx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853125-114871716154583578?l=mycountrymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114871716154583578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853125&amp;postID=114871716154583578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114871716154583578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114871716154583578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-saturday.html' title='Another Saturday...!'/><author><name>this is where l belong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06111081334627110883</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-23853125.post-114829242893031058</id><published>2006-05-22T13:30:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-05-23T10:56:51.520+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Vakil Bath:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/hamamvakil.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/320/hamamvakil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/hamamvakil.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever gone to an old bath?&lt;br /&gt;The oldest bath in my city Shiraz is named Vakil bath(Hamam_e_Vakil).&lt;br /&gt;It had been used by the kings in the past and now it is a musim in my city.&lt;br /&gt;I advise you to visit it,you will not regret it...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853125-114829242893031058?l=mycountrymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114829242893031058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853125&amp;postID=114829242893031058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114829242893031058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114829242893031058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/vakil-bath.html' title='Vakil Bath:'/><author><name>this is where l belong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06111081334627110883</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-23853125.post-114829170957158495</id><published>2006-05-22T13:21:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-05-22T13:26:30.760+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Pasargad:The Ruined City:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/pasargad.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/400/pasargad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pasargadae was a city in ancient Persia, and is today an archeological site. Its ruins lie 87 km (54 mi) northeast of Persepolis, in present Fars province of Iran, and was the first capital of the Persian Empire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853125-114829170957158495?l=mycountrymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114829170957158495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853125&amp;postID=114829170957158495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114829170957158495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114829170957158495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/pasargadthe-ruined-city.html' title='Pasargad:The Ruined City:'/><author><name>this is where l belong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06111081334627110883</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-23853125.post-114829128956739052</id><published>2006-05-22T13:06:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-05-22T13:18:09.576+03:30</updated><title type='text'>A Page For Me To Be Nasim...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/400/88.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am sure that we all have lovely first experiences0,we can never forget.Sometimes it relates to a person we love,sometimes to a happening,sometimes to aplace,But mine is a lot different with these all,mine is realated to my weblog.Yes,it is related to my first experience on blogging.&lt;br /&gt;When Dr. Marandi told us about blogging I did not know much about it.I could not imagine how eciting it could be. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/400/32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I starded working on my own blog I realized that how nice it can be to have a place to talk about any thing you like,with your fiends.&lt;br /&gt;Yes,friends... friends some you have never ever seen in your whole life.&lt;br /&gt;At the end I want to give special thanks to my lovely teacher Dr. Marandi who actually gave me this oportunity.THANX... .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853125-114829128956739052?l=mycountrymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114829128956739052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853125&amp;postID=114829128956739052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114829128956739052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114829128956739052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/page-for-me-to-be-nasim.html' title='A Page For Me To Be Nasim...!'/><author><name>this is where l belong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06111081334627110883</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-23853125.post-114828982480592935</id><published>2006-05-22T12:10:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-05-22T12:53:44.853+03:30</updated><title type='text'>India,the country I really love:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/55.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/krishna2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/320/krishna2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have never thought of living abroad, but I always have loved going abroad for studying.At the time my teacher gave us the topic,I came to the concluction that it is a good opportunity for me to search a suitable country for my purpose.Actually,I always have loved studying Medicine.When I searched it I found India agood place for many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;My most important reason is that,India has a great record in medicine.It is everywhere known for its universities of medicine.It also has great facilities in this major.&lt;br /&gt;secondly,because now I am studying English and the official language of India is English I will not have that much problem.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly,about the costs,India is not a expensive country.As a result,threr with a sixteen_hours a week work I can make the ends meet.So while I am studying I can gain good experiences according to my major.&lt;br /&gt;Finally,because once India had been under the control of Iran,&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/55.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/400/55.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it has a close culture to Iranian's.So there I will not have that much problem for living.&lt;br /&gt;For all these reasons and many others,I think India can be the place which I will choose if I decide to go abroad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853125-114828982480592935?l=mycountrymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114828982480592935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853125&amp;postID=114828982480592935' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114828982480592935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114828982480592935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/indiathe-country-i-really-love.html' title='India,the country I really love:'/><author><name>this is where l belong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06111081334627110883</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853125.post-114812022961466295</id><published>2006-05-20T13:14:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-05-20T13:47:09.650+03:30</updated><title type='text'>A Miracle Happening To My teacher!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/400/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"Lesly,help... .Lesly,help... ."Then all around was just water.Can you imagine yourself drowning in a pool.It is a really hard situation,I agree.I myself have never had this experience but my teacher have had these kinds of experience two times during her life.She was describing it for our class she said... .&lt;br /&gt;The first time it happened when I was three years old.It was the first time I was taken to the pool and because I was too short they put a desk and I stood on it.My mother was watching me.Because it was the first time I was going to pool, I was very happy,I started walking.At first it was good but when the desk finished I fell in water.I was just walking although my head was completely under the water.Nobody realized this accept my mother.She was trying to tell the coach but she could not hear her,so my mother jumped into the water in order to save my life.I had drunk a lot of water.Because they thought that may be I would be afraid of water, they again took me in the pool,this time with more attention.&lt;br /&gt;The second time was when I was six years old.This time I knew how to swim.We were two who knew how to swim.The coach had to teach the youngers, so she told us to swim alone.Because I was a little child,to do exactly what she told me, was really important for me.I swam till I was really tired, but I did not stop it.I got that much tired that I could hardly move my hand.It was the time I started drowning.I started calling Lesly, my coach,but it was too crowded and she could not hear my voice.I only could come to the sureface, call her and I was again going down.I &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/imageswim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/400/imageswim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;really had lost my hope, when by a miracle my brother heard my voice and saved me.&lt;br /&gt;That day when my teacher was telling us about those events, I came to the conclution that maybe I do something perfect that I never go to pool for swimming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853125-114812022961466295?l=mycountrymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114812022961466295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853125&amp;postID=114812022961466295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114812022961466295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114812022961466295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/miracle-happening-to-my-teacher.html' title='A Miracle Happening To My teacher!'/><author><name>this is where l belong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06111081334627110883</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-23853125.post-114811767533697157</id><published>2006-05-20T12:50:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-05-20T13:13:21.683+03:30</updated><title type='text'>A Love Song,For Those Who Know Love:I Do Not Know You Well, But What I Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/26470484kHsQDbOveZ_ph.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/320/26470484kHsQDbOveZ_ph.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I do not know you well, but what I know&lt;br /&gt;Enchants me, like a song sung far away.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot hear the words, but what they say&lt;br /&gt;Hangs softly on the hills where I must go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you furtively and note your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Hazel and dreamy, your spirit half elsewhere;&lt;br /&gt;I note the sheen of your dark, lustrous hair&lt;br /&gt;And wish I knew your thoughts and shared your cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love brings me sweet pain, but I want more, Driven by a dream I can't control.&lt;br /&gt;I want the truth of you, untamed and whole;&lt;br /&gt;In frantic hope I haunt your open door&lt;br /&gt;                                                   Santa Maria Amar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853125-114811767533697157?l=mycountrymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114811767533697157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853125&amp;postID=114811767533697157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114811767533697157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114811767533697157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-songfor-those-who-know-lovei-do.html' title='A Love Song,For Those Who Know Love:I Do Not Know You Well, But What I Know'/><author><name>this is where l belong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06111081334627110883</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-23853125.post-114811670115691679</id><published>2006-05-20T12:45:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-05-20T12:48:21.173+03:30</updated><title type='text'>The Oldest Mosque In Shiraz:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/fshma_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/320/fshma_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The most interesting and oldest of the buildings in the old town of Shiraz, is the Friday Mosque, also called the Masjid-e Attiq. Begun in 894 by the Saffarid Amr ibn-e Laith, the building has suffered the vicissitudes of earthquake, devastation and restoration, and its earlier element now visible in the curious Khoda Khaneh (House of the God) in the center of the court, added by Is’haq Inju in 1351 (and restored in mid-40s) to house copies of the blessed Koran. It was built in imitation of Ka’ba at Mecca, round which pilgrims were bound as a religious act to circumambulate seven times. In each corner there stands a tower and on each side an ivan supported by two pillars, forming a room in the center where a Koran is kept. On the exterior of the structure is an inscription in Thulth script, the work of the celebrated calligrapher of the period, Yahya al-Sufi al-Jamali. The inscription in relief is on stone and is the only one of its kind to be found in a mosque in Iran. To the south of the mosque, is a large shabestan (prayer hall) and the facade of the ivan on this side is decorated with delightful mosaic faience dating from the reign of the Safavid Shah Soleiman (16th century).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853125-114811670115691679?l=mycountrymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114811670115691679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853125&amp;postID=114811670115691679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114811670115691679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114811670115691679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/oldest-mosque-in-shiraz.html' title='The Oldest Mosque In Shiraz:'/><author><name>this is where l belong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06111081334627110883</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-23853125.post-114811561497030213</id><published>2006-05-20T12:19:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-05-20T12:32:24.773+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Shah_e_cheragh Or Seyed Amir Ahmad...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/images47.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/400/images47.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shah Cheragh is the tomb of Seyed Amir Ahmad, known as Shah-e Cheragh, the brother of Imam Reza, came to Shiraz in the latter half of the 8th century. He died in the city and his tomb is now a venerated place of pilgrimage. The structure, of tilework and the dome of the mausoleum have been rebuilt a number of times over the centuries. The tomb, the &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/images54.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/400/images54.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;beautiful silver doors and the exquisite mirrorwork of the sanctuary are the works of the 19th century Shirazi master and contemporary artists. The simple ivan to the east of the sanctuary adds to the overall beauty of the structure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853125-114811561497030213?l=mycountrymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114811561497030213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853125&amp;postID=114811561497030213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114811561497030213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114811561497030213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/shahecheragh-or-seyed-amir-ahmad.html' title='Shah_e_cheragh Or Seyed Amir Ahmad...!'/><author><name>this is where l belong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06111081334627110883</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-23853125.post-114811361354963470</id><published>2006-05-20T11:29:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-05-20T11:56:54.060+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Today Is Saturday:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/26423029JgNEqTUbwK_ph.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/180px-William_Shakespeare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/320/180px-William_Shakespeare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi.Sorry that I was absent last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Today I have something from shakespear for you:&lt;br /&gt;Hamlet: To be or not to be, that is the question. Whether it is nobler in mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to take up your arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Hamlet" href="http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Hamlet"&gt;Hamlet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet: What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Romeo and Juliet" href="http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Romeo_and_Juliet"&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamlet: There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Hamlet" href="http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Hamlet"&gt;Hamlet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassius: Men at some time are masters of their fates:The fault, dear&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/26423029JgNEqTUbwK_ph.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/200/26423029JgNEqTUbwK_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brutus, is not in our stars,But in ourselves, that we are underlings. &lt;a title="The Merchant of Venice" href="http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/The_Merchant_of_Venice"&gt;The Merchant of Venice&lt;/a&gt; Act IV, sc. i&lt;br /&gt;Portia: The quality of mercy is not strain'd, it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath: it is twice bless’d; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="The Merchant of Venice" href="http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/The_Merchant_of_Venice"&gt;The Merchant of Venice&lt;/a&gt; Act IV, sc. i&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853125-114811361354963470?l=mycountrymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114811361354963470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853125&amp;postID=114811361354963470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114811361354963470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114811361354963470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-is-saturday.html' title='Today Is Saturday:'/><author><name>this is where l belong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06111081334627110883</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-23853125.post-114776547080736621</id><published>2006-05-16T11:05:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-05-16T11:14:30.810+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Co-education Or Single-sex System,Which OneDo You Prefer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/400/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      Nowadays all over the world,there are two ways of class handling,co-education and single sex.There are many different ideas about this topic,a lot of pro and cons.I myself am not against of any of them for some specific reasons.&lt;br /&gt;      My most important reason is that there are majors which it is better to be single sex.For example,the majors like medicine are beter to be held with single sex system.Besides,there are many other majors like psychology to be held with the system of co-education.&lt;br /&gt;      Some times,co-education system is good.For example a student may not be comfortable with the other sex,in classes while studyingshe or he learns how to have relationship with other sex,so he or she will improve her or his self confidence.So in this way co-education can be usefull.&lt;br /&gt;      Because humanbeings' societies always have both sexes living together girls and boys had better to have experience.The best places for having this experience are studying &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/400/55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;communities.Ofcourse,this should be conducted in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;      I think it is better for all the people in charge to think of the best and the most suitable way of teaching and then dicide which way to be used,instead of totally agreeing with one way or another and being against of other ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853125-114776547080736621?l=mycountrymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114776547080736621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853125&amp;postID=114776547080736621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114776547080736621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114776547080736621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/co-education-or-single-sex-systemwhich.html' title='Co-education Or Single-sex System,Which OneDo You Prefer?'/><author><name>this is where l belong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06111081334627110883</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-23853125.post-114776480133817091</id><published>2006-05-16T10:55:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-05-16T11:05:06.486+03:30</updated><title type='text'>My Best Or Worst Experience,Who Knows?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/11.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/400/11.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you imagine living whole your live without smelling.I was born with a defect in my nose,I could not brease or smell by my nose.It was going on like this till I was eighteen years old.I was accepted in the university and my parents,as a reward,let me to have operation on my nose.One year passed, I could not find a good surgeon.When I finished my first year of studying in university I returned home and finally I was able to find the surgeon I was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;It was exactly twenty-third of Mordad when the operation was done.I and my sister had it both done on the same day.My operation was done at eight a.m.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I was brought home,till two weeks I was only sleeping in bed.When during those two weeks I looked in the mirror I was frightened and I really regretted it.&lt;br /&gt;After tow weeks the doctor opened my nose and I took a bath,it was the first time I could realize the smells and I could breathe by my nose.Life had another color at that day.I can never forget that day.&lt;br /&gt;I think this happening was my best and the worst experience during my whole life.Althogh it was realy hard for me and my family specially my parents but from that time on at least I am healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853125-114776480133817091?l=mycountrymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114776480133817091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853125&amp;postID=114776480133817091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114776480133817091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114776480133817091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-best-or-worst-experiencewho-knows.html' title='My Best Or Worst Experience,Who Knows?!'/><author><name>this is where l belong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06111081334627110883</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-23853125.post-114716306070072358</id><published>2006-05-09T11:49:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-05-20T12:14:58.633+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Is The House Work Really Degrading?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/images77.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/320/images77.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many of us may think that because the house works ae usually given to &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/images11.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/320/images11.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;poor people,it is degrading for us to do our house work ourselves ,but is it really like that?There are many reasons of any kind against this idea.&lt;br /&gt;According to physical studies,doing the house work is a kind of sport.Most of the housewives and mothers specially in Iran do not have enough time to sports perfectly,so the house work can be a good help for them.While doing the house work you can have all kinds of activity.&lt;br /&gt;According to psychologists,if some one ,while doing the house work,listens to slow musik will have a good relaxation.And much more they believe that,when the house is clean you have more self_confidence.&lt;br /&gt;While studying Iranian culture,you will realize that a clean person is much more loved by &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/images55.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/320/images55.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;others.So it has a good effect on your mind to have a clean house because others &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/57.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/320/57.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;love you much more.&lt;br /&gt;So,at the end,I think although the house work is really hard,but it is not bad to spend some of &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/images44.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our time on it because its good factors covers its difficulty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853125-114716306070072358?l=mycountrymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114716306070072358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853125&amp;postID=114716306070072358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114716306070072358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114716306070072358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/is-house-work-really-degrading.html' title='Is The House Work Really Degrading?'/><author><name>this is where l belong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06111081334627110883</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-23853125.post-114716204146964390</id><published>2006-05-09T11:04:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-05-09T11:37:21.496+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Euthanasia...Merci killing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/14.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/400/14.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      I am sure that you have certainly heard about EUTHANASIA.Its another name is merci killing.It means that when some one is for example in comma they will take all the supports of him or her so he or she dies.There are many different ideas and approches about it.Some people agree with it and some are against it.In my country many are against it and surely they have their own reasons mostly related to religion.&lt;br /&gt;     Our first and most important reason is that,we believe that birth and death are the things that only God can control.As a result when you try to change them you are interrupting God's willing.&lt;br /&gt;     Another reason is that,as a moslem we believe in MIRACLE.We think that maybe God will give&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/400/44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the patient another chance of living.That is what in my culture is called REBIRTH.&lt;br /&gt;     And at last ,let's forget about religion,there can always be the hope finding new cure for non_cureable diseases.So we should not take some one's chance of living from him or her.&lt;br /&gt;     So,at the end I not only as a moslem but also as a human really disagree with mercy killing because I believe in reality it is not a help to the patient and it is not MERCI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853125-114716204146964390?l=mycountrymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114716204146964390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853125&amp;postID=114716204146964390' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114716204146964390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114716204146964390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/euthanasiamerci-killing.html' title='Euthanasia...Merci killing'/><author><name>this is where l belong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06111081334627110883</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>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853125.post-114715990305449291</id><published>2006-05-09T10:45:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-05-09T11:01:43.076+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Persepolis Or Takht_e_Jamshid:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/PAAI_Cover_2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/320/PAAI_Cover_2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The magnificent ruins of Persepolis lie at the foot of Kuh-i-Rahmat, or "Mountain of Mercy," in the plain of Marv Dasht about 400 miles south of the present capital city of Teheran.&lt;br /&gt;The exact date of the founding of Persepolis is not known. It is assumed that Darius I began work on the platform and its structures between 518 and 516 B.C., visualizing Persepolis as a show place and the seat of his vast Achaemenian Empire. He proudly proclaimed his achievement; there is an excavated foundation inscription that reads, "ade&lt;em&gt;And Ahuramazda was of such a mind, together with all the other gods, that this fortress (should) be built. And (so) I built it. And I built it secure and beautiful and&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;quate, just as I was intending to&lt;/em&gt;." But the security and splendor of Persepolis lasted only two centuries. Its majestic audience halls and residential palaces perished in flames when Alexander the Great conquered and looted Persepolis in 330 B.C. and, according to Plutarch, carried away its treasures on 20,000 mules and 5,000 camels.&lt;br /&gt;From the time of its barbaric destruction until A.D. 1620, when its site was first identified, Persepolis lay buried under its own ruins. During the following centuries many people traveled to and described Persepolis and the ruins of its Achaemenid palaces. But no one has known the reality of it...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853125-114715990305449291?l=mycountrymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114715990305449291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853125&amp;postID=114715990305449291' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114715990305449291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114715990305449291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/persepolis-or-takhtejamshid.html' title='Persepolis Or Takht_e_Jamshid:'/><author><name>this is where l belong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06111081334627110883</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853125.post-114689176462434267</id><published>2006-05-06T08:10:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-05-09T11:04:29.756+03:30</updated><title type='text'>One More Satureday:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/o6wwic.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/320/o6wwic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. another Saturday another saying:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;We are what we say and do.&lt;br /&gt;The way we speak and are spoken to&lt;br /&gt;help shape us into the people we become.&lt;br /&gt;Through speech and other acthions, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/CA5W1WNI.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we build ourselves. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/CA5W1WNI.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world that is building us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Ira Shor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853125-114689176462434267?l=mycountrymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114689176462434267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853125&amp;postID=114689176462434267' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114689176462434267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114689176462434267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-more-satureday.html' title='One More Satureday:'/><author><name>this is where l belong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06111081334627110883</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853125.post-114630157415810735</id><published>2006-04-29T12:26:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-04-29T12:36:14.170+03:30</updated><title type='text'>AGAIN SOMETHING TO REMEMBER...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/400/47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi every one.&lt;br /&gt;Today is again Satuteday and I have something for you to remember.&lt;br /&gt;7rules to be happey:&lt;br /&gt;1.Never hate.&lt;br /&gt;2.Don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;3.Live simple.&lt;br /&gt;4.Expect alittle.&lt;br /&gt;5.Give alot.&lt;br /&gt;6.Always smile.&lt;br /&gt;7.Have a good friend like me. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853125-114630157415810735?l=mycountrymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114630157415810735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853125&amp;postID=114630157415810735' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114630157415810735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114630157415810735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/2006/04/again-something-to-remember_29.html' title='AGAIN SOMETHING TO REMEMBER...!'/><author><name>this is where l belong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06111081334627110883</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853125.post-114595224150865464</id><published>2006-04-25T11:29:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-04-25T11:34:09.516+03:30</updated><title type='text'>HAFT_SIN:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/Haftsin.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/320/Haftsin.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A major part of the New Year rituals is setting a special table with seven specific items present, Haft Sin (Haft chin, seven crops before Islam). In the ancient times each of the items corresponded to one of the seven creations and the seven holy immortals protecting them. Today they are changed and modified but some have kept their symbolism. All the seven items start with the letter "S"; this was not the order in ancient times. Zoroastrians today do not have the seven "S" but they have the ritual of growing seven seeds. The ancient Iranians also grew seven seeds as a reminder that this is the seventh feast of the creation, while their sprouting into new growth symbolized the festival's other aspect as a feast of resurrection and of eternal life to come. Wheat or lentil representing new growth is grown in a flat dish a few days before the New Year and is called Sabzeh (meaning green shoots). Decorated with colorful ribbons it is kept till the last day and will be disposed off on Sizdeh be dar, the 13th day while outdoors. A few live gold fish (the most easily obtainable animal) are placed in a fish bowl. In the old days they would be returned to the riverbanks, but today most people will keep them till they die. Mirrors are placed on the spread with lit candles as a symbol of fire. Zoroastrians today place the lit candle in front of the mirror to increase the reflection of the light. Mirrors were significant items in Zoroastrian symbolism art and architecture, and still are an integral part of most Iranian celebrations including marriage ceremony. They are used extensively in Iranian mystical literature as well and represent self-reflection. All Iranian burial shrines are still extensively decorated with mirrors, a popular decorative style of the ancient times. Light is regarded as sacred by the Zoroastrians and the use of mirrors multiplies the reflection of the light. Wine was always present. Since the Muslim conquest it has been replaced by vinegar since alcohol is banned in Islam. Egg a universal symbol of fertility corresponding to the mother earth, Sepanta Armaiti is still present. The eggs are hard-boiled and traditionally are colored in red, green or yellow, colors favored by Zoroastrians. Recently following the Easter Egg tradition, any color is used and they are elaborately decorated. The eggs are offered to children as treats. Fresh garlic is used to warn off bad omen. This is a modern introduction. There is no evidence that it was used in this context before. However the ancient Iranians would grow seven different herbs for the New Year and garlic might have been one of those. Samano a thick brownish paste is present today. It is a nutritious meal and could have been part of the feasts. It is also possible that it has replaced Haoma. This is a scared herbal mix known for its healing properties. It was a major cult on its own with many rituals and ceremonies. The cult is still performed by the Zoroastrians today, but is abandoned by the rest of the Iranians. Coins symbolizing wealth and prosperity, fruits and special sweets and baked goods are present as well. (Courtesy of Massoume Price) A few days prior to the New Year, a special cover is spread on to the Persian carpet or on a table in every Persian household. This ceremonial table is called cloth of seven dishes, (each one beginning with the Persian letter cinn). The number seven has been sacred in Iran since the ancient times, and the seven dishes stand for the seven angelic heralds of life-rebirth, health, happiness, prosperity, joy, patience, and beauty. The symbolic dishes consist of: Sabzeh or sprouts, usually wheat or lentil representing rebirth. Samanu is a pudding in which common wheat sprouts are transformed and given new life as a sweet, creamy pudding and represents the ultimate sophistication of Persian cooking. Seeb means apple and represents health and beauty. Senjed the sweet, dry fruit of the Lotus tree, represents love. It has been said that when lotus tree is in full bloom, its fragrance and its fruit make people fall in love and become oblivious to all else. Seer which is garlic in Persian, represents medicine. Somaq sumac berries, represent the color of sunrise; with the appearance of the sun Good conquers Evil. Serkeh or vinegar, represents age and patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853125-114595224150865464?l=mycountrymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114595224150865464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853125&amp;postID=114595224150865464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114595224150865464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114595224150865464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/2006/04/haftsin_25.html' title='HAFT_SIN:'/><author><name>this is where l belong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06111081334627110883</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-23853125.post-114569535585297756</id><published>2006-04-22T12:03:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-04-22T12:12:35.853+03:30</updated><title type='text'>SOMETHING TO REMEMBER...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/45484_wallpaper280.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/320/45484_wallpaper280.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From now on every Saturday I try to have a beautiful saying on my blog to be used maybe to have a better life:&lt;br /&gt;Always in the sky after a certain hight there is no more cloud.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever the sky of your heart is cloudy know that you have not gone up enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853125-114569535585297756?l=mycountrymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114569535585297756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853125&amp;postID=114569535585297756' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114569535585297756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114569535585297756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/2006/04/something-to-remember.html' title='SOMETHING TO REMEMBER...!'/><author><name>this is where l belong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06111081334627110883</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853125.post-114569452804414584</id><published>2006-04-22T11:38:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:58:48.253+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Wow...How wonderful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/bagh_e_eram1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/320/bagh_e_eram1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever visited &lt;em&gt;baghe eram&lt;/em&gt; in Shiraz.It is a very nice garden belonging to old times.It is full of different plants.In old times it had been a place for kings but nowadays it belongs to Shiraz University and students use it but any body who likes can go and visit it.Try once and you won't regret it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853125-114569452804414584?l=mycountrymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114569452804414584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853125&amp;postID=114569452804414584' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114569452804414584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114569452804414584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/2006/04/wowhow-wonderful.html' title='Wow...How wonderful!'/><author><name>this is where l belong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06111081334627110883</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853125.post-114569182921291816</id><published>2006-04-22T10:59:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:13:49.226+03:30</updated><title type='text'>About Hafez:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/portrait1.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/320/portrait1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth&lt;br /&gt;Date:&lt;br /&gt;Sometime between the years 1310-1325 a.d. or 712-727 A.H. The most probable date is either 1320, or 1325 a.d.&lt;br /&gt;Place:&lt;br /&gt;Shiraz, in South-central Iran&lt;br /&gt;Name&lt;br /&gt;Shamseddin Mohammad&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;Pen-Name&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz or Hafez (a title given to those who had memorized the Koran by heart. It is claimed that Hafiz had done this in fourteen different ways).&lt;br /&gt;Full Title&lt;br /&gt;Khajeh Shamseddin Mohammad Hafiz-s ShiraziOther variations of spelling are: Khwajeh Shams al-Din Muhammad Hafez-e Shirazi, or Khwaje Shams ud-Din Mohammed Hafiz-e Shirazi&lt;br /&gt;Father:&lt;br /&gt;Baha-ud-Din&lt;br /&gt;Brothers:&lt;br /&gt;He had two older brothers&lt;br /&gt;Wife:&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz married in his twenties, even though he continued his love for Shakh-e Nabat, as the manifest symbol of her Creator's beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Children:&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz had one child.&lt;br /&gt;Important Events&lt;br /&gt;Teens&lt;br /&gt;He had memorized the Koran by listening to his father's recitations of it. He also had memorized many of the works of his hero, Saadi, as wells as Attar, Rumi and Nizami.&lt;br /&gt;Teens&lt;br /&gt;His father who was a coal merchant died, leaving him and his mother with much debt. Hafiz and his mother went to live with his uncle (also called Saadi). He left day school to work in a drapery shop and later in a bakery.&lt;br /&gt;Age 21(1341 ad)&lt;br /&gt;While still working at the bakery, Hafiz delivered bread to a wealthy quarter of town and saw Shakh-e Nabat, a young woman of incredible beauty. Many of his poems are addressed to Shakh-e Nabat.&lt;br /&gt;Age 21&lt;br /&gt;In pursuit of reaching his beloved, Hafiz kept a forty day and night vigil at the tomb of Baba Kuhi. After successfully attaining this, he met Attar and became his disciple.&lt;br /&gt;Early twenties to early thirties&lt;br /&gt;Became a poet of the court of Abu Ishak. Gained much fame and influence in Shiraz. This was the phase of "Spiritual Romanticism" in his poetry.&lt;br /&gt;Age 33&lt;br /&gt;Mubariz Muzaffar captured Shiraz, and among his various deeds, he ousted Hafiz from his position of teacher of Koranic studies at the college. At this time he wrote protest poems.&lt;br /&gt;Age 38&lt;br /&gt;Shah Shuja took his tyrant father as prisoner, and re-instated Hafiz as a teacher at the college. He began his phase of subtle spirituality in his poetry.&lt;br /&gt;Early forties&lt;br /&gt;Falling out of favor with Shah Shuja.&lt;br /&gt;Age 48&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz fled Shiraz for his safety, and went into self-imposed exile in Isfahan. His poems mainly talk of his longing for Shiraz, for Shakh-e Nabat, and for his spiritual Master, Attar (not the famous Farid-uddin Attar of Neishabour - who predates Hafiz by a couple of centuries - but the lesser known Attar of Shiraz).&lt;br /&gt;Age 52&lt;br /&gt;By invitation of Shah Shuja, he ended his exile and returned to Shiraz. He was re-instated to his post at the College.&lt;br /&gt;Age 60&lt;br /&gt;Longing to be united with his Creator, he began a forty day and night vigil by sitting in a circle that he had drawn himself.&lt;br /&gt;Age 60&lt;br /&gt;On the morn of the fortieth day of his vigil, which was also on the fortieth anniversary of meeting his Master Attar, he went to his Master, and upon drinking a cup of wine that Attar gave him, he attained Cosmic Consciousness or God-Realization.&lt;br /&gt;Sixties&lt;br /&gt;In this phase, up to the age of 69 when he died, he composed more than half of his ghazals., and continued to teach his small circle of disciples. His poetry at this time, talk with the authority of a Master who is united with God.&lt;br /&gt;Poetry&lt;br /&gt;Divan-e-Hafiz&lt;br /&gt;Some 500 ghazals, 42 Rubaiyees, and a few Ghaseedeh's, composed over a period of 50 years. Hafiz only composed when he was divinely inspired, and therefore he averaged only about 10 Ghazals per year. His focus was to write poetry worthy of the Beloved.&lt;br /&gt;Compiler of Divan&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz did not compile his poetry. Mohammad Golandaam, who also wrote a preface to his compilation, completed it in 813 A.H or 1410 a.d, some 21-22 years after Hafiz's death.&lt;br /&gt;Also another person who compiled Hafiz's poetry was one of his young disciples Sayyid Kasim-e Anvar, who collected 569 Ghazals attributed to Hafiz. He died in 1431 a.d. some 42-43 years after Hafiz's death.&lt;br /&gt;Death&lt;br /&gt;Date:&lt;br /&gt;Late 1388 or early 1389 a.d. or 791 A.H. at the age of 69.&lt;br /&gt;Place:&lt;br /&gt;Shiraz&lt;br /&gt;Tomb:&lt;br /&gt;in Musalla Gardens, along the banks of Ruknabad river in Shiraz, which is referred to as &lt;a href="http://www.hafizonlove.com/bio/hafezieh1.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Hafezieh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Controversy:&lt;br /&gt;The orthodox clergy who always opposed Hafiz, refused to allow him to have a Muslim burial. Yet his grass-roots support among the people of Shiraz created an atmosphere of conflict.&lt;br /&gt;The Oracle:&lt;br /&gt;To resolve the controversy, they decided to use Hafiz's poetry, by dividing his ghazals into couplets, and asking a young boy to draw a couplet. It was agreed that however the couplet directed them, they would all consent to follow.&lt;br /&gt;The couplet that was chosen was &lt;a href="http://www.hafizonlove.com/divan/02/079.htm" target="_blank"&gt;verse 7 of Ghazal #79&lt;/a&gt;, which was a tongue-in-cheek response from Hafiz to the orthodox clergy. It reads:To this day, Hafiz's Divan (Poetry) is utilized as an Oracle to give guidance to our questions, and direction to realize our wishes.&lt;br /&gt;After His Death&lt;br /&gt;What others say about Hafiz:&lt;br /&gt;Goethe: In his poetry Hafiz has inscribed undeniable truth indelibly ... Hafiz has no peer!&lt;br /&gt;Emerson: Hafiz defies you to show him or put him in a condition inopportune or ignoble ... He fears nothing. He sees too far; he sees throughout; such is the only man I wish to see or be.&lt;br /&gt;Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: ...You may remember the old Persian saying, 'There is danger for him who taketh the tiger cub, and danger also for whosoever snatches a delusion from a woman.' There is as much sense in Hafiz as in Horace, and as much knowledge of the world.&lt;br /&gt;Edward Fitzgerald: The best musician of Words.&lt;br /&gt;Gertrude Bell: It is as if his mental eye; endowed with wonderful acuteness of vision, had penetrated into those provinces of thought which we of a later age were destined to inhabit.&lt;br /&gt;A. J. Arberry: ... Hafiz is as highly esteemed by his countrymen as Shakespeare by us, and deserves as serious consideration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853125-114569182921291816?l=mycountrymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114569182921291816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853125&amp;postID=114569182921291816' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114569182921291816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114569182921291816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/2006/04/about-hafez.html' title='About Hafez:'/><author><name>this is where l belong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06111081334627110883</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853125.post-114534391611162310</id><published>2006-04-18T10:31:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-04-18T10:35:16.113+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/saatm1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/320/saatm1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SAADI,A GREAT IRANIAN POET:&lt;br /&gt;The lifetime of Saadi (also known by the name: Mosleh al-Din Saadi Shirazi) falls in a period of major political and social change in Iran and the whole of the Middle East (the decline of the Abbasid Empire with the invasion and subsequent wanton destruction by the Mongols). As a result of this, little is known about his life apart from what he wrote in his "so called " autobiographical works.&lt;br /&gt;One of his nicest autobiographical stories, in the Golestan, tells the story of his release from slavery:&lt;br /&gt;... He was imprisoned by the Crusaders and had to dig trenches in Tripoli until a Muslim merchant bought and freed him; but then his previous form of slavery was replaced by another, since he had to marry his benefactor's daughter....&lt;br /&gt;What we know for sure is that he was born in Shiraz in the late 12th century AD (this is even questioned by some scholars who believe he was born in 1210) and began life as a student of the Koran, which he later exchanged for Sufism. During his life he travelled widely and returned to his native town some time around 1256. One usually assumes that Saadi travelled for some thirty years, and it was his experiences and his gift of acute observation that made him such a wonderful storyteller.&lt;br /&gt;In 1257 he dedicated his Bustan, a book on moral virtues in the form of moralising anecdotes in verse, to Abu Bakr b. Sa'd (ruled Shiraz between 1226-60), and in the following year he completed the Golestan. The Golestan is mainly written in prose and contains stories and personal anecdotes. In it he contrasts the fate of those who depend on the moods of kings to the freedom of the dervishes. Its text is interspersed with a variety of short poems containing advice and humorous reflections.&lt;br /&gt;Copies of both works were often penned by the masters of calligraphy and sometimes decorated with miniatures of great beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Saadi displays great wisdom in all his works with an understanding of the human mind, and many of his lines and sayings have been frequently quoted.&lt;br /&gt;He is also remembered as a great panegyrist and lyricist. He wrote many qasidas (long panegyrics) in Persian and Arabic, mystic ghazals (love poems) and satirical poetry.&lt;br /&gt;Saadi is said to have died in 1290 and his tomb in Shiraz is a shrine. He remains the master of love poetry and one of the greatest poets that Persia has produced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853125-114534391611162310?l=mycountrymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114534391611162310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853125&amp;postID=114534391611162310' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114534391611162310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114534391611162310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/2006/04/saadia-great-iranian-poet-lifetime-of.html' title=''/><author><name>this is where l belong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06111081334627110883</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853125.post-114534311008346961</id><published>2006-04-18T10:09:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-04-18T10:21:50.093+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/1600/portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3516/2469/320/portrait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go to read a Hafez's poems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O beautiful wine-bearer, bring forth the cup and put it to my lipsPath of love seemed easy at first, what came was many hardships.With its perfume, the morning breeze unlocks those beautiful locksThe curl of those dark ringlets, many hearts to shreds strips.In the house of my Beloved, how can I enjoy the feastSince the church bells call the call that for pilgrimage equips.With wine color your robe, one of the old Magiâ€™s best tipsTrust in this travelerâ€™s tips, who knows of many paths and trips.The dark midnight, fearful waves, and the tempestuous whirlpoolHow can he know of our state, while ports house his unladen ships.I followed my own path of love, and now I am in bad reputeHow can a secret remain veiled, if from every tongue it drips?If His presence you seek, Hafiz, then why yourself eclipse?Stick to the One you know, let go of imaginary trips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853125-114534311008346961?l=mycountrymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114534311008346961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853125&amp;postID=114534311008346961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114534311008346961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114534311008346961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/2006/04/here-we-go-to-read-hafezs-poems-o.html' title=''/><author><name>this is where l belong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06111081334627110883</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-23853125.post-114474718130949031</id><published>2006-04-11T12:45:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-04-11T12:49:41.320+03:30</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS ME,NASIM.</title><content type='html'>Hi.My name is Nasim Dashti Zadeh.I am 19 years old and I am an Iranian.I am English litrature student at Azzahra University at tehran but my own hometown is Shiraz.Here in this blog I try to introduce my country to people living all over the world.I hope to be successful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853125-114474718130949031?l=mycountrymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114474718130949031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853125&amp;postID=114474718130949031' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114474718130949031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853125/posts/default/114474718130949031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycountrymylife.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-menasim.html' title='THIS IS ME,NASIM.'/><author><name>this is where l belong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06111081334627110883</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>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
