Monday, June 13, 2011

Helpless tears of Hope

Can I write again, without remembering the pain. Can I ignore the ignorance... I'm handcuffed to the so called root. This is not cherishing my root but that's solemnly the infectious memories of the blossom of a young brittle tree. The small branch that glittered our minds and illuminated the path in front and all of a sudden arouse a tender thunder. A pacific tempest that could not tolerate denial of its dream. The dream was all about a word. Hope...

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

خدایش بیامرزاد

این نوشته را در حالی می‌نویسم که گلویم را بغض بسته و حالت خفه‌شدن دارم و در دلم دعا می‌کنم که آن‌چه خوانده‌ام سراسر دروغ باشد... پدری را به کشتن دهند و دخترش را در مراسم تدفینش آن‌قدر بزنند که بمیرد... چه بر سرمان آمده‌ است که نمی‌میریم از خواندن چنین چیزی.... نفسم تنگ شده... چشمم خیس... آسمان حق است گر خون ببارد بر زمین....

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

The brothers Karamazov

As a general rule, people, even the wicked, are much more naïve and simple–hearted than we suppose. And we ourselves are, too.


The Brothers Karamazov


Fyodor Mikhaylovich Dostoyevsky
1821-1881


BTW, You can buy this 1000+ pages book for less than 8$ in Amazon! And Yes I mean in paper!

Helloooo!

When are we going to grow up?
You tell me your grade/ secret/ story ... and I'll tell you mine!
Come on guys! It's not like we are in kindergarten anymore!
You show me your winniee and [pause] I'll show you my pee pee!
Grow up please [exasperating sigh]

Monday, May 9, 2011

Critical Thinking 2

We bring lots of personal baggages to every decision we make- experiences, dreams, values, training and cultural habits.
Asking the right questions by Neil Browne and Stuart Keeley