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2007-05-06T08:29:00.000-07:00

A friend is a person who comes and won't judge a flower by its color.

A person who will never give up on you.

A person who will comfort you when storms of tears are in your mind.

A person who will just have some fun with you and give you a good laugh.'

A person that doesn't mind expressing their happy or sad feelings to you.

A friend is someone who cares and helps you when you are in trouble or when you are hurt.

A friend comes in different ways.

A friend will always remember you in their heart and you will remember them, too.

A friend is a person who comes and won't judge a flower by its color.

A person who will never give up on you.

A person who will comfort you when storms of tears are in your mind.

A person who will just have some fun with you and give you a good laugh.'

A person that doesn't mind expressing their happy or sad feelings to you.

A friend is someone who cares and helps you when you are in trouble or when you are hurt.

A friend comes in different ways.

A friend will always remember you in their heart and you will remember them, too.

elaheh

2007-05-06T08:24:00.000-07:00

What is a Friend?

A friend is
Someone who cares about you,
Someone who likes you just the way you are.

A friend is
Someone who does things with you,
Someone who keeps your secrets.

A friend is
Someone who sometimes gets angry with you,
Someone who might hurt your feelings sometimes
even when they don’t mean to.

A friend is
Someone who comforts you when you’re sad,
Someone who laughs with you when you’re happy.

A friend is
Someone who wants to be with you,
Someone who enjoys your company.

A friend is
Someone you’ll remember always
Even when they grow up and move away.

A friend is
Someone who is loyal and says good things about you,
Someone who gets mad if someone else is mean to you.

A friend is
A link to someone’s humanity like food for the soul to share,
Someone to hold onto when life’s follies bring despair.

A friend is
F-frank, R-righteous, I-intrepid, E-earnest, N-noble, D-decent
A friend is a friend—always! elaheh

2007-05-06T08:22:00.000-07:00

If you are falling for someone, there is something important you should know

The moment in a relationship when you realize that you really care about someone can be very scary. It is just as important to say the right things as it is NOT to say the wrong things. Do you know what those things are? These Love Letters will guide you and advise you on what to say as well as what NOT to say. So stop wasting time, let The Love Letter Kit help you melt the heart of the one you love

Love Calls. . .

Dear______ .

Love is a gift,

Yet love is a dept

Pay a pittance to this foolish ______.

Which shall always ______ you.

The sun may rise.

The sun may set.

Let us live without ______.

Let our ______ not pine;

Not a single ______ tear fall.

Take the gift of my ______,

And pay your dept when love calls.

Love,

______

Every Heartbeat. . .

Dear ______,

You are my every heartbeat- -my greatest ______. I can’t pretend. The depth of my love for you will never ______. You’re my lover and my friend. You are where my troubles end and my ______ begins. You not only ______ me to touch the sky, but to reach beyond it- -to cast away my chains and ______. Nothing seems impossible when you’re ______ me, and that’s the way it will always be.

Love,

______

2007-05-06T08:16:00.000-07:00

Every time I think about you and I

I break down and cry

When I look into your eyes I know you’re the one for me

But how can I not know that you’re also the one who’s going to hurt me

I’ve shed many tears for you before
And I’m wondering if you’re ever going to shed just a tear for me or even more

Every time I think about you and I

I just feel like a part of me wants to die

When I feel like I want to break down, and cry, on and on

I would just hope that you would give me a shoulder to cry on

When people say bad things about me
You were there to support me

Every time I think about you and I

My happiness disappears and tears roll down from my eyes

I remember how perfect our love was before

And every time I think about it, I’ll just miss it more and more

When I feel cold

I thought you’d be there to hold

When my mind was confused as I was in fear
I thought you’d be there to make it clear

Every time I think about you and I

I wish you were here to make my tears dry

Each day I feel like I’ve lost you

I need you to be the real you

For you to love me and comfort me

But I’ll never feel that inside of me

I never meant it to be this way
But goodbye is all I actually wanted to say

2007-05-06T08:13:00.000-07:00

All the stars in heaven. . .

Dear______ .

All the stars in heaven tremble with fear, afraid that they pale in comparison to your ______ beauty. Your essence is powerful enough to bathe the ______ in loving, while light dispelling the ______ and making all wrongs seem right.

Please ______ your precious gift of love on me. You’ve commanded my ______ and now my soul.

To My dear friend
Oh my love, where do I begin?

And what have I to remember you by? Neither a letter nor a picture. Nothing but memories kept within my heart. Memories locked away for only you to open. Waiting…Longing…Hoping, that one day you will return and unlock our sacred moments, so we can share them once again. But as I wait, I watch the sun set into the horizon, and my heart sinks with it. And as I feel the touch of the moonlit night, I hope that, tomorrow with the rising of the sun, I am one day closer to being with you again.

I live day to day thinking of only you. I picture in my mind everything about you, as if you were really here beside me. The way you looked into my eyes, I cry myself to sleep wishing I still had you. Oh my dear friend, please come back to me. Come and cure the pain I am feeling. Bring light to the darkness of my world.

If my message ever reaches you, I would like you to remember that I love you.

+ نوشته شده در 2007/3/15ساعت نelaheh1

داستان شیر و موش

2007-05-06T08:08:00.000-07:00

The Lion and the Mouse

Once when a Lion was asleep a little Mouse began running up and down upon him; this soon wakened the Lion, who placed his huge paw upon him, and opened his big jaws to swallow him. ‘Pardon, O King,’ cried the little Mouse: ‘forgive me this time, I shall never forget it: who knows but what I may be able to do you a turn some of these days?’ The Lion was so tickled at the idea of the Mouse being able to help him, that he lifted up his paw and let him go. Some time after the Lion was caught in a trap, and the hunters who desired to carry him alive to the King, tied him to a tree while they went in search of a wagon to carry him on. Just then the little Mouse happened to pass by, and seeing the sad plight in which the Lion was, went up to him and soon gnawed away the ropes that bound the King of the Beasts. ‘Was I not right?’ said the little Mouse.

Little friends may prove great friends.

100 Years Ago...

2007-05-06T08:07:00.000-07:00

100 Years Ago...

A lot of this is applicable to our grandparents, and even some of our parents.

It May Be Hard to Believe That A Scant 100 Years Ago...

The average life expectancy in the United States was forty-seven.

Only 14 percent of the homes in the United States had a bathtub.

Only 8 percent of the homes had a telephone. A three minute call from Denver to New York City cost eleven dollars.

There were only 8,000 cars in the US and only 144 miles of paved roads.

The maximum speed limit in most cities was ten mph.

Alabama, Mississippi, Iowa, and Tennessee were each more heavily populated than California. With a mere 1.4 million residents, California was only the twenty-first most populous state in the Union.

The tallest structure in the world was the Eiffel Tower.

The average wage in the U.S. was twenty-two cents an hour. The average U.S. worker made between $200 and $400 per year.

A competent accountant could expect to earn $2000 per year, a dentist $2500 per year, a veterinarian between $1500 and $4000 per year, and a mechanical engineer about $5000 per year.

More than 95 percent of all births in the United States took place at home.

Ninety percent of all U.S. physicians had no college education. Instead, they attended medical schools, many of which were condemned in the press and by the government as "substandard."

Sugar cost four cents a pound.

Eggs were fourteen cents a dozen.

Coffee cost fifteen cents a pound.

Most women only washed their hair once a month and used borax or egg yolks for shampoo.

Canada passed a law prohibiting poor people from entering the country for any reason, either as travelers or immigrants.

The five leading causes of death in the U.S. were: 1. Pneumonia and influenza 2. Tuberculosis 3. Diarrhea 4. Heart disease 5. Stroke

The American flag had 45 stars. Arizona, Oklahoma, New Mexico, Hawaii and Alaska hadn't been admitted to the Union yet.

Drive-by-shootings, in which teenage boys galloped down the street on horses and started randomly shooting at houses, carriages, or anything else that caught their fancy, were an ongoing problem in Denver and other cities in the West.

The population of Las Vegas, Nevada was thirty. The remote desert community was inhabited by only a handful of ranchers and their families.

Plutonium, insulin, and antibiotics hadn't been discovered yet. Scotch tape, crossword puzzles, canned beer, and iced tea hadn't been invented.

There was no Mother's Day or Father's Day.

One in ten U.S. adults couldn't read or write. Only 6 percent of all Americans had graduated from high school.

Some medical authorities warned that professional seamstresses were apt to become sexually aroused by the steady rhythm, hour after hour, of the sewing machine's foot pedals. They recommended slipping bromide, which was thought to diminish sexual desire,into the woman's drinking water.

Marijuana, heroin, and morphine were all available over the counter at corner drugstores. According to one pharmacist, "Heroin clears the complexion, gives buoyancy to the mind, regulates the stomach and the bowels, and is, in fact, a perfect guardian of health.

Coca-Cola contained cocaine instead of caffeine.

Punch card data processing had recently been developed, and early predecessors of the modern computer were used for the first time by the government to help compile the 1900 census.

Eighteen percent of households in the United States had at least one full-time servant or domestic.

2007-05-06T08:06:00.000-07:00

Cameras in Police Cars

The Rockford police chief and some city officials want to

install video cameras in all 100 police cars. They think this

will reduce the number of lawsuits filed against the city. In

the last five years, Rockford has paid out more than five

million dollars to settle about 40 lawsuits.

The chief said, “If cameras had been in those cars, we

wouldn’t have had to pay one dime. We’re always pulling

over drunks or drug users who try to fight the cops or shoot

them. Then they always claim that the police started

beating them first or started shooting at them first. What

hogwash!”

The cost of installing cameras will be about $500 per

vehicle. The city council will vote on the proposal next

Monday. Ten of the 13 council members, when asked about

the proposal, said that they liked the idea. One member

said that it makes good fiscal sense and common sense. If

the cameras are approved, they can be installed in all the

cars within six weeks.

The police officers enthusiastically support camera use.

One officer said that too many people think the police are

liars; cameras would show citizens that police tell the truth.

“The money that we’ve been spending on lawsuits will be

better spent on more cameras,” said one officer.

Citizen reaction to the idea of police car cameras is mixed.

One person said that the police should have started doing

this years ago when video cameras were invented. But an

elderly man said that cameras were an invasion of privacy.

“These police are trying to stick their nose into everything,”

he said. He was going to attend the council meeting to

condemn the proposal. He hoped that other citizens would

join him.

The Birthdayداستان روز تولد

2007-05-06T08:02:00.002-07:00

The Birthday
By Maureen McDonald, age 14

Sarah's birthday was one month away, and it was a big birthday; she was turning eight. To Sarah's family, turning eight meant your tail was full-grown. Sarah and her family were squirrels. And to squirrels, having a full-grown tail is a big thing.

Sarah wanted to celebrate her birthday with a party, just as her six older siblings had. She jealously watched and attended those parties, secretly planning her own birthday. The only thing Sarah could think about was her party: who was going to be there, what presents she would get, and what games they would play. Sarah decided to get a head start on planning her party, so she asked her Mom.

"Hey mom, when can I have my birthday party?"

"Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, your birthday isn't for another month! Be patient-good things come when you are patient. Go clean your room," her mom grouchily replied. Sadly, Sarah did as she was told.

The next week, Sarah decided to ask her mother about the party.

"Hey mom, when can I have my birthday party?"

"Well, we are too busy. I don't think we will have time to have a party. Maybe next year. Sorry hun," her Mom replied.

"Wha_wha_what are you talking about? What do you mean we won't have time? All of the others- Sam, Scott, Sadie, Sally, Susie and Steve- all had parties. Why can't I have one? I'm sure you could find some time for me."

"I'm sorry, Sarah. We just can't do it right now," her mom answered, apologetically.

"Fine," Sarah said. She went and moped around, wanting to scream at her mom, but just figured she shouldn't.

The days went by slowly and Sarah grew eager for the presents she would get. She dreamt of that beautiful Tiffmunk's tail bracelet that she wanted so badly. That beautiful, jeweled bracelet, coming only in "Autumn Orange," "Swamp Green," "Ice Lake Crystal" and "Plum Weed Purple." Sarah had always
wanted a "Plum Weed Purple" one to match the purple earrings she got when she was younger. She would be the talk of the forest if she had it.

When the big day was less than a week away, Sarah's mom asked her what she wanted to do on her birthday.

"I guess I'll just go shopping," Sarah replied, gloomily.

"Okay, I'll have Sadie take you shopping. You two come home around 3:00 okay?" her mom directed.

"Okay - I'll go find some acorns in case I see something that I want to buy."

Finally, the day was here. Sarah and Sadie had gone shopping and purchased some cool clothes. For some reason, Sadie steered her out of getting a tail bracelet. When they got to their tree, Sarah opened the knothole and.."SURPRISE!" Her mother had thrown her a surprise party and everyone was
there! Best of all, she received the prettiest Tiffmunk's tail bracelet ever, in "Plum Weed Purple," of course!

And the moral of the fable is: always be patient and good things will come your way.

2007-05-06T08:02:00.001-07:00

Animals

As sure as you're alive now, Peter Rabbit, some day I will catch you," snarled Reddy Fox, as he poked his black nose in the hole between the roots of the Big Hickory-tree which grows close to the Smiling Pool. "It is lucky for you that you were not one jump farther away from this hole."

Peter, safe inside that hole, didn't have a word to say, or, if he did, he didn't have breath enough to say it. It was quite true that if he had been one jump farther from that hole, Reddy Fox would have caught him. As it was, the hairs on Peter's funny white tail actually had tickled Reddy's back as Peter plunged frantically through the root-bound entrance to that hole. It had been the narrowest escape Peter had had for a long, long time. You see, Reddy Fox had surprised Peter nibbling sweet clover on the bank of the Smiling Pond, and it had been a lucky thing for Peter that that hole, dug long ago by Johnny Chuck's grandfather, had been right where it was. Also, it was a lucky thing that old Mr. Chuck had been wise enough to make the entrance between the roots of that tree in such a way that it could not be dug any larger.

Reddy Fox was too shrewd to waste any time trying to dig it larger. He knew there wasn't room enough for him to get between those roots. So, after trying to make Peter as uncomfortable as possible by telling him what he, Reddy, would do to him when he did catch him, Reddy trotted off across the Green Meadows. Peter remained where he was for a long time. When he was quite sure that it was safe to do so, he crept out and hurried, lipperty-lipperty-lip, up to the Old Orchard. He felt that that would be the safest place for him, because there were ever so many hiding places in the old stone wall along the edge of it.

1. Who is out to get Peter Rabbit?	_________________________________
2. Where is Peter Rabbit?	_________________________________ _________________________________
3. Why might Reddy Fox find rabbit hairs on him?	_________________________________ _________________________________
4. Why did Peter Rabbit wait so long before living?	_________________________________ _________________________________

داستان عشق

2007-05-06T08:00:00.000-07:00

Love Story

At a cocktail party, the hostess overheard the conversation of a handsome gentleman and his friend.

"Oh, I really love her. I adore her," said the handsome gentleman.

"I would love her too, if she were mine," agreed his friend.

"I love the way she walks, and the way she moves, and her eyes are a beautiful brown color."

"You're very lucky," said his friend.

"And do you know what I like the best?" asked the gentleman. "I love the way she kisses my ear."

"Sir," the hostess said, "I couldn't help listening to your lovely words. In this day of divorce, I respect a man who loves his wife so much!"

"My wife?!" said the gentleman, very surprised. "I was talking about my champion race horse!

یک داستان طنز

2007-05-06T07:59:00.000-07:00

Brown Pants

Long ago, when sailing ships ruled the sea, this captain and his crew were always in danger of being boarded by pirates from a pirate ship.

One day while they were sailing, they saw that a pirate ship had sent a boarding party to try and board their ship. The crew became worried, but the Captain was calm.

He bellowed to his First Mate, "Bring me my red shirt!"

The First Mate quickly got the Captain's red shirt, which the captain put on. Then he led his crew into battle against the mean pirates. Although there were some casualties among the crew, the pirates were defeated.

Later that day, the lookout screamed that there were two pirate vessels sending two boarding parties towards their ship. The crew was nervous, but the Captain, calm as ever, bellowed, "Bring me my red shirt!" And once again the battle was on!

The Captain and his crew fought off the boarding parties, though this time more casualties occurred.

Weary from the battles, the men sat around on deck that night recounting the day's events when an ensign looked at the Captain and asked, "Sir, why did you call for your red shirt before the battle?"

The Captain, giving the ensign a look that only a captain can give, explained, "If I am wounded in battle, the red shirt does not show the blood, so you men will continue to fight unafraid." The men sat in silence. They were amazed at the courage of such a man.

As dawn came the next morning, the lookout screamed that there were pirate ships, 10 of them, all with boarding parties on their way. The men became silent and looked to the Captain, their leader, for his usual command.

The Captain, calm as ever, bellowed, 'Bring me my brown pants!!!'

داستان نان و حلوا

2007-05-06T07:58:00.000-07:00

A knowledgeable man went to a mosque near noon. He was standing in the courtyard of the mosque. Beside him, four footboys of the bazaar were having lunch. The first boy was having bread and Halva*. The second and third boys were having bread and cheese and the fourth boy was eating only bread.

One of the boys who had bread and cheese told the boy with Halva, "I would like to have some Halva. Give me some Halva too."

The boy with Halva said, " If you become my dog, and act like a dog I'll give you some."

The other boy imitated a dog's voice, got some Halva, and everyone laughed.

The third boy said, "Give me some Halva too."

The boy with Halva said, "If you become my donkey and act like one, I'll give you Halva too."

The other boy imitated a donkey's voice and got some Halva.

Then, the forth boy said, "Now that you gave them Halva, give me some too."

The boy with Halva said, "If you become my cat, and meow, I'll give you some too."

The boy said, "I won't become anyone's cat. If you want to give me some, just give me."

The boy with Halva said, " That's the only way I can give you some. You won't get any Halva if you don't act like you're my cat."

The other boy thought to himself, and said, "Let me ask this gentleman and see if eating Halva is worth becoming someone's cat."

Then he faced the scholar, and said, "Sir, in your opinion, is it better that I become a cat and eat Halva, or should I stay as I am and eat only bread?"

The scholar answered, "I don't know what to say, my dear. You're just a child and like to have some Halva. But I know that I, myself, haven't eaten Halva for thirty years and as you see, I am not any different from others, and I have everyone's respect. But I have a neighbor who eats Halva everyday, but no one respects him."

The boy then said, "Then I'll eat my bread and don't want any Halva. If one can not eat Halva for thirty years, one should be able to not eat it even for one hundred years. Then, why should one become another's dog? Why should one become another's donkey? And why should one become another's cat?"

________________

*Halva is a favorable Iranian sweet.

Ghaboosnameh's Story - Taken from: "Good Stories for Good Children" -

By: Mahdi Azaryazdi - Published by Ketaabhaye Shokoofeh, Amir Kabir attaché.

* * *

دو فرشته مسافر

2007-05-06T07:57:00.000-07:00

Two Travelling Angels

دو فرشته مسافر

Two traveling angels stopped

To spend the night in the home

Of a wealthy family.

دو فرشته مسافر

در منزل خانواده ثروتمندي توقف كردند

تا شب را در آنجا بگذرانند.

The family was rude and refused

To let angels stay in the mansion-s

Guest room instead the angels were

Given a small space in the cold basement

آن خانواده گستاخي كردند و اجازه ندادند فرشته ها

شب را در داخل مهمانخانه داخل عمارت بگذرانند.

بلكه به آنها فضاي كوچكي از زير زمين خانه را

اختصاص دادند.

As they made their bed on the hard floor

The older angels saw a hole in the wall

And repaired it.

When the younger angels asked why the

Older angels replied-

همانطور كه فرشته ها مشغول آماده كردن بستر خود روي

زمين سخت بودند،فرشته پيرتر سوراخي در ديوار ديد و

روي آن را پوشاند. فرشته جوان تر علت را پرسيد و او گفت:

«چيزها هميشه آن طوري نيستند كه به نظر مي رسند.»

The next night the pair came to rest at the house

Of a very poor-but very hospitable farmer and

His wife.after sharing what little food theyhad

The couple let the angels sleep in their bed. where

They cold have good nights rest.

شب بعد فرشته ها به خانه زوج كشاورز بسيار فقير ، اما

مهمان نوازي رفتند. پس از صرف غذاي مختصري كه داشتند ،

آن زوج رختخواب خود را در اختيار فرشته ها قرار دادند ، تا

شب را راحت بخوابند.

When the sun came up the next morning

The angels found the farmer and his wife in tears.

Their only cow - whose milk had been

Their sole in come - lay dead in the field.

صبح روز بعد فرشته ها آن زن و شوهر را گريان ديدند.

تنها گاوشان ، كه شيرش تنها راه درآمدشان بود ،

در مزرعه مرده بود.

The younger angels was infuriated and asked

The older angels : <>

Happen? The first man had everything-yet you

Helped him. The second family had little but was

Willing to share every thing and you let the cow die.>

فرشته جوان تر به خشم آمد و به فرشته پيرتر گفت : چه طور اجازه

دادي چنين اتفاقي بيفتد؟ مرد اولي همه چيز داشت با اين حال تو كمكش

كردي. خانواده دومي چيزي نداشتند اما همان را هم با ما تقسيم

كردند وبا اين حال تو گذاشتي گاوشان بميرد.

the older angels replied. <>

mansion I noticed there was gold stored in that hole

in the wall. Since the owner was so obsessed with

greed and unwilling to share his good fortune

I sealed the wall so he wouldnot find it.>

فرشته پيرتر پاسخ داد:«چيزها هميشه آنطور نيستند كه به نظر مي رسند»

«شبي كه ما در زيرزمين آن عمارت بوديم متوجه شدم كه در سوراخ

ديوار طلا پنهان كرده بودند. از آنجا كه صاحبخانه طماع و بخيل بود

و مايل نبود ثروتش را با كسي شريك شود ، من سوراخ را بستم

و مهر كردم تا دستش به آن طلا نرسد.»

Then last night as we slept in the farmers bed

The angels of death came for his wife.

I gave him the cow instead.

شب گذشته كه در رختخواب آن كشاورز خوابيده بوديم .

فرشته مرگ به سراغ همسرش آمد.

من در ازا گاو را به دادم.

Things are not always what they seem.

چيزها هميشه آنطوري نيستند كه به نظر مي رسند.

Sometimes that is exactly what happens

When things do not turn out the way they should.

If you have faith - you just need to trust

That every outcome is always to your advantage.

You just might not know it until some time later.

هنگامي كه اوضاع ظاهراً بر وفق مراد نيست

اگر ايمان داشته باشيد ، بايد توكل كنيد

و بدانيد همواره هر چه پيش مي آيد به نفع شماست.

فقط ممكن است تا مدت ها حكمتش را نفهميد.

سوره فلق

2007-05-06T07:56:00.000-07:00

Surah 113. The Daybreak, Dawn

1. Say: I seek refuge with the Lord of the Dawn

2. From the mischief of created things;

3. From the mischief of Darkness as it overspreads;

4. From the mischief of those who practise secret arts;

5. And from the mischief of the envious one as he practises envy.

A Man and His Dog !

2007-05-06T07:52:00.000-07:00

A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly

occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that his faithful dog had been dead for many years. He wondered where the road was leading them. After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. As he reached the wall, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch, and the street that led to the gate made from pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.

When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"

"This is heaven, sir," the man answered.

"Wow! Would you happen to have some water? We have traveled far," the man said.

"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up."

The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."

The man thought a moment, remembering all the years this dog remained loyal to him and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going. After another long walk he came to a plain dirt road, which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water? We have traveled far."

"Yes, sure, there's a faucet over there." The man pointed to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in and help yourself."

"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to his dog.

"There should be a bowl by the faucet; he is welcome to share."

They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned faucet with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them.

"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.

"This is heaven," was the answer.

"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was heaven, too."

"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell."

"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"

"No. We're just happy that they screen out the folks who'd leave their best friends behind in exchange for material things."

Author Unknown

2007-05-06T04:19:00.000-07:00

Teachers quotes
A teacher is one who makes himself progressively unnecessary. ~Thomas Carruthers
Good teaching is one-fourth preparation and three-fourths theater. ~Gail Godwin
A teacher who is attempting to teach without inspiring the pupil with a desire to learn is hammering on cold iron. ~Horace Mann
Most teachers have little control over school policy or curriculum or choice of texts or special placement of students, but most have a great deal of autonomy inside the classroom. To a degree shared by only a few other occupations, such as police work, public education rests precariously on the skill and virtue of the people at the bottom of the institutional pyramid. ~Tracy Kidder
A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops. ~Henry Brooks Adams
A good teacher is like a candle - it consumes itself to light the way for others. ~Author Unknown
Leave it to Beaver-->The true teacher defends his pupils against his own personal influence. He inspires self-distrust. He guides their eyes from himself to the spirit that quickens him. He will have no disciple. ~Amos Bronson Alcott
A good teacher is a master of simplification and an enemy of simplism. ~Louis A. Berman
We expect teachers to handle teenage pregnancy, substance abuse, and the failings of the family. Then we expect them to educate our children. ~John Sculley
Good teachers are costly, but bad teachers cost more. ~Bob Talbert
The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires. ~William Arthur Ward
The best teacher is the one who suggests rather than dogmatizes, and inspires his listener with the wish to teach himself. ~Edward Bulwer-Lytton
A teacher's purpose is not to create students in his own image, but to develop students who can create their own image. ~Author Unknown
What the teacher is, is more important than what he teaches. ~Karl Menninger
Teaching should be full of ideas instead of stuffed with facts. ~Author Unknown
Teaching is leaving a vestige of one self in the development of another. And surely the student is a bank where you can deposit your most precious treasures. ~Eugene P. Bertin

2007-04-25T06:56:00.001-07:00

Monday's Child

Monday's child is fair of face,

Tuesday's child is full of grace,

Wednesday's child is full of woe,

Thursday's child has far to go,

Friday's child is loving and giving,

Saturday's child works hard for its living,

And a child that's born on the Sabbath day

Is fair and wise and good and gay.

2007-04-25T06:55:00.000-07:00

New Years Are a Chance for a Beginning

New years are a chance for a beginning
Even when there hasn't been an end.
Wheels turn in an interminable bend,
Yet, marked in one spot, seem to wobble spinning.
Each year we hope to do a little better
Although we know that really nothing's changed.
Reason thinks that everything's arranged,
So we must dream if we would fate unfetter.

2007-04-25T06:54:00.000-07:00

Happiness Depends on More than Years

Happiness depends on more than years.
All one's moments gather to a wave
Passing in a rolling swell of tears,
Passions too immense to name or save.
Yet New Year's is a crest on which to sing,
Now poised between the future and the past.
Each awaits what course the fates may bring,
Winds that never touch the things that last.
Years turn and turn with an hypnotic grace
Even as the depths of life lie still.
Although above one cannot silence face,
Remember that below the divers will

2007-04-25T06:50:00.000-07:00

How Many Friends?

The old man turned to me and asked
"How many friends have you?"
Why 10 or 20 friends have I,
And named off just a few...

He rose quite slow with effort
And sadly shook his head
"A lucky child you are
To have so many friends," he said

But think of what you're saying
There is so much you do not know
A friend is just not someone
To whom you say "Hello"

A friends a tender shoulder
On which to softly cry
A well to pour your troubles down
And raise your spirits high

A friend is a hand to pull you up
From darkness and despair...
When all your other "so called" friends
Have helped to put you there

A true friend is an ally
Who can't be moved or bought
A voice to keep your name alive
When others have forgot

But most of all a friend is a heart
A strong and sturdy wall
For from the hearts of friends
There comes the greatest love of all!!!

So think of what I've spoken
For every word is true
And answer once again my child
How many friends have you???

And then he stood and faced me
Awaiting my reply
Softly I answered
"If lucky...... one have "I"

"You!!!!"

They're Made out of Meat

2007-04-25T06:48:00.000-07:00

They're Made out of Meat

"They're made out of meat."

"Meat?"

"Meat. They're made out of meat."

"Meat?"

"There's no doubt about it. We picked up several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, and probed them all the way through. They're completely meat."

"That's impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars?"

"They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don't come from them. The signals come from machines."

"So who made the machines? That's who we want to contact."

"They made the machines. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Meat made the machines."

"That's ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You're asking me to believe in sentient meat."

"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in that sector and they're made out of meat."

"Maybe they're like the orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat stage."

"Nope. They're born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of their life spans, which didn't take long. Do you have any idea what's the life span of meat?"

"Spare me. Okay, maybe they're only part meat. You know, like the weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside."

"Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads, like the weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They're meat all the way through."

"No brain?"

"Oh, there's a brain all right. It's just that the brain is made out of meat! That's what I've been trying to tell you."

"So ... what does the thinking?"

"You're not understanding, are you? You're refusing to deal with what I'm telling you. The brain does the thinking. The meat."

"Thinking meat! You're asking me to believe in thinking meat!"

"Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The meat is the whole deal! Are you beginning to get the picture or do I have to start all over?"

"Omigod. You're serious then. They're made out of meat."

"Thank you. Finally. Yes. They are indeed made out of meat. And they've been trying to get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years."

"Omigod. So what does this meat have in mind?"

"First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explore the Universe, contact other sentiences, swap ideas and information. The usual."

"We're supposed to talk to meat."

"That's the idea. That's the message they're sending out by radio. 'Hello. Anyone out there. Anybody home.' That sort of thing."

"They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts?"

"Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat."

"I thought you just told me they used radio."

"They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat, it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat."

"Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?"

"Officially or unofficially?"

"Both."

"Officially, we are required to contact, welcome and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in this quadrant of the Universe, without prejudice, fear or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing."

"I was hoping you would say that."

"It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact with meat?"

"I agree one hundred percent. What's there to say? 'Hello, meat. How's it going?' But will this work? How many planets are we dealing with here?"

"Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meat containers, but they can't live on them. And being meat, they can only travel through C space. Which limits them to the speed of light and makes the possibility of their ever making contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact."

"So we just pretend there's no one home in the Universe."

"That's it."

"Cruel. But you said it yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you probed? You're sure they won't remember?"

"They'll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and smoothed out their meat so that we're just a dream to them."

"A dream to meat! How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat's dream."

"And we marked the entire sector unoccupied."

"Good. Agreed, officially and unofficially. Case closed. Any others? Anyone interesting on that side of the galaxy?"

"Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen core cluster intelligence in a class nine star in G445 zone. Was in contact two galactic rotations ago, wants to be friendly again."

"They always come around."

"And why not? Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the Universe would be if one were all alone ..."

the end

Elementary stories

2007-04-25T06:42:00.000-07:00

It was two weeks before Christmas, and Mrs. Smith was very busy. She bought a lot of Christmas cards to send to her friends and to her husband's friends , and put them on the table in the living-room .Then when her husband came home from work, she said to him, 'Here are Christmas cards for our friends, and here are some stamps, a pen and our book of addresses. Will you please write the cards while I am cooking the dinner?'

Mr. Smith did not say anything, but walked out of the living-room and went to his study. Mrs. Smith was very angry with him, but did not say anything either.

Then a minute later he came back with a box full of Christmas cards. All of them had addresses and stamps on them.

'These are from last year, ' he said. 'I forgot to post them.'

تمبر،مهر	stamp	هفته	week
خارج از	out of	مشغول،مشغول بودن	busy
در اینجا اتاق مطالعه	study	گذشته buy ،خرید	bought
عصبانی	angry	کارت در اینجا کارت پستال	card
هم،دیگر	either	فرستادن	send
		قرار دادن	put on
		شوهر	husband
		اتاق نشیمن	Living-room
		آشپزی کردن،پختن	cook
		گذشتهsay،گفت	said

Eliza Riley

2007-04-25T06:39:00.000-07:00

Eliza Riley

Return to Paradise

Lisa gazed out over the Caribbean Sea, feeling the faint breeze against her face - eyes shut, the white sand warm between her bare toes. The place was beautiful beyond belief, but it was still unable to ease the grief she felt as she remembered the last time she had been here.
She had married James right here on this spot three years ago to the day. Dressed in a simple white shift dress, miniature white roses attempting to tame her long dark curls, Lisa had been happier than she had ever thought possible. James was even less formal but utterly irresistible in creased summer trousers and a loose white cotton shirt. His dark hair slightly ruffled and his eyes full of adoration as his looked at his bride to be. The justice of the peace had read their vows as they held hands and laughed at the sheer joy of being young, in love and staying in a five star resort on the Caribbean island of the Dominican Republic. They had seen the years blissfully stretching ahead of them, together forever. They planned their children, two she said, he said four so they compromised on three (two girls and a boy of course); where they would live, the travelling they would do together - it was all certain, so they had thought then.
But that seemed such a long time ago now. A lot can change in just a few years - a lot of heartache can change a person and drive a wedge through the strongest ties, break even the deepest love. Three years to the day and they had returned, though this time not for the beachside marriages the island was famous for but for one of its equally popular quickie divorces.
Lisa let out a sigh that was filled with pain and regret. What could she do but move on, find a new life and new dreams? - the old one was beyond repair. How could this beautiful place, with its lush green coastline, eternity of azure blue sea and endless sands be a place for the agony she felt now?
The man stood watching from the edge of the palm trees. He couldn't take his eyes of the dark-haired woman he saw standing at the water's edge, gazing out to sea as though she was waiting for something - or someone. She was beautiful, with her slim figure dressed in a loose flowing cotton dress, her crazy hair and bright blue eyes not far off the colour of the sea itself. It wasn't her looks that attracted him though; he came across many beautiful women in his work as a freelance photographer. It was her loneliness and intensity that lured him. Even at some distance he was aware that she was different from any other woman he could meet.

Lisa sensed the man approaching even before she turned around. She had been aware of him standing there staring at her and had felt strangely calm about being observed. She looked at him and felt the instant spark of connection she had only experienced once before. He walked slowly towards her and they held each other's gaze. It felt like meeting a long lost friend - not a stranger on a strange beach.
Later, sitting at one of the many bars on the resort, sipping the local cocktails they began to talk. First pleasantries, their hotels, the quality of the food and friendliness of the locals. Their conversation was strangely hesitant considering the naturalness and confidence of their earlier meeting. Onlookers, however, would have detected the subtle flirtation as they mirrored each other's actions and spoke directly into each other's eyes. Only later, after the alcohol had had its loosening effect, did the conversation deepen. They talked of why they were here and finally, against her judgement, Lisa opened up about her heartache of the past year and how events had led her back to the place where she had married the only man she believed she could ever love. She told him of things that had been locked deep inside her, able to tell no one. She told him how she had felt after she had lost her baby.
She was six months pregnant and the happiest she had ever been when the pains had started. She was staying with her mother as James was working out of town. He hadn't made it back in time. The doctor had said it was just one of those things, that they could try again. But how could she when she couldn't even look James in the eye. She hated him then, for not being there, for not hurting as much as her but most of all for looking so much like the tiny baby boy that she held for just three hours before the took him away. All through the following months she had withdrawn from her husband, family, friends. Not wanting to recover form the pain she felt - that would have been a betrayal of her son. At the funeral she had refused to stand next to her husband and the next day she had left him.

Looking up, Lisa could see her pain reflected in the man's eyes. For the first time in months she didn't feel alone, she felt the unbearable burden begin to lift from her, only a bit but it was a start. She began to believe that maybe she had a future after all and maybe it could be with this man, with his kind hazel eyes, wet with their shared tears.
They had come here to dissolve their marriage but maybe there was hope. Lisa stood up and took James by the hand and led him away from the bar towards the beech where they had made their vows to each other three years ago. Tomorrow she would cancel the divorce; tonight they would work on renewing their promises.

PERSPOLIS

2007-04-21T22:52:00.000-07:00

The many buildings which make up Persepolis are on an artificial terrace about 300 metres long and 450 meters wide, between 10 and 20 meters above ground-level. You reach the terrace by a monumental double staircase.
The gaunt beauty of the Mountains, the immense landscape, the deep silence which pervades, the site remote from any village, are appropriate for the sacred character of this necropolis sheltering the tombs of the main Achaemenian Sovereigns (Cyrus lies in solitude at Pasargadae). From right to left, the tombs are those of Xerxes, Darius the Great Artaxerxes I and Darius II. Darius the Great's Tomb is larger than the others.

perspolis

2007-04-14T22:39:00.000-07:00

The site's Iranian name is Takht-e-Jamshid, "The throne of Jamshid", a mythical King of Iran. The ancient name is "Parsa", "Pars's Town". Provincial of Fars. Altitude 1,800 meters, 60 km N-E of Shiraz on an excellent road, 420 km S of Esfahan on a good road. International airport at Shiraz. National airport at Persepolis. A large bare plain, surrounded by mauve cliffs with sharp edges. It is there, in the center of the Marv Dasht basin, that Cyrus the Great chose, toward the end of the his reign, to build under the shelter of a fold in the mountains, a palace worthy of the Empire. It was named Parsa, but later under subsequent Greek influence became known as Persepolis, "The city of the Persians".

The Gate of All Nations, Takt-e-Jamshid (Persepolis)

You go to Pasargarde to contemplate, in the solitude of Land deserted for the past two thousand years, the tomb of Cyrus, the founder of an Empire. But you first go through Naqsh-e-Rostam is a sort of "Valley of Kings", dominated by tall ochre-colored cliffs, cracked and wrinkled by the wind with half-way up, the cross-shaped cavities of the tombs cut right into the stone.

"Tomb of Cyrus the Great, Pasargad, Fars Province"

Without going into detail the following excursion site are worthy of mentions: Bishahpur(140 km to the West on the Ahvaz road), a large archaeological site in gorgeous mountain setting, with the remnants of the palace of the Sassanid King Shahpur (241-272 A.D.), the Qalaeh-ye Dokhtar Gorges, controlled by an impressive system of fortifications erected in the 10th and 11th centuries (near Firouzabad, 110km South of Shiraz); other Sassanid fortresses near Fasa (170 km to the S-E); farther on the same road, in the direction of Darab (280 km of Shiraz) fortified enclosures, bas reliefs and at Darab proper, a que, cross-shaped mosque hewn out of the rock.

The Southern face of the Gate of All Nations"

poems of hafiz 2

2007-02-24T21:38:00.000-08:00

Whoever, to your face, such cheerful colors gave

Patience and serenity for poor me can also save

Whoever trained your hair so arrogantly to behave

His grace, such injustice for poor me can also waive.

I gave up my desires on the first day when

Beloved took my heart's rein and made me her slave.

If there's no golden treasure, at least satisfied I remain

He who gave that to the king, made this the lot of the knave.

This world, just like a bride, in appearance is glorified

He who gave his life to this, has only dug his own grave.

From now on, I spend my time in nature with rivers & trees

While the breeze, of time of spring, would rant and rave.

Hafiz's heart was brave, rode hardships wave after wave

Though separations deprave, the King as our healer gave.

آن که رخسار تو را رنگ گل و نـسرین داد

صـبر و آرام تواند به مـن مـسـکین داد

وان که گیسوی تو را رسم تطاول آموخـت

هـم تواند کرمـش داد من غمـگین دا

د مـن هـمان روز ز فرهاد طمـع بـبریدم

کـه عـنان دل شیدا به لـب شیرین داد

گـنـج زر گر نبود کنج قناعت باقیسـت

آن که آن داد به شاهان بـه گدایان این داد

خوش عروسیست جهان از ره صورت لیکـن

هر که پیوست بدو عـمر خودش کاوین داد

بعد از این دست من و دامن سرو و لب جوی

خاصـه اکـنون که صبا مژده فروردین داد

در کـف غصه دوران دل حافـظ خون شد

از فراق رخـت ای خواجـه قوام الدین داد

poems of hafiz

2007-02-24T21:20:00.000-08:00

Secure place and sweet wine and tender friend

If only we could keep these three until the end.

The world and its affairs are all nothing for naught

A thousand times I have inquired of this trend.

Alas that until now I was so unaware

That alchemy of life is to befriend a friend.

Find a refuge and make the best of times

From the thieves of life, that our time waste and spend.

Repenting from the lips of the friend and the smiling cup

Is but a fantasy, a notion reason can’t defend.

Though I cannot ever touch your beautiful hair

On this vivid hope I can gladly depend.

The sweet dimple that adorns your chin, in depth,

A million deep thoughts can’t possibly transcend.

If my tears turn ruby color, say naught

For the seal of your lips, with ruby blend.

Mockingly said, Hafiz, to your every whim I tend

To what depths of mockery must I stoop and descend?

مـقام امن و می بی‌غش و رفیق شفیق

گرت مدام میسر شود زهی توفیق

جهان و کار جهان جمله هیچ بر هیچ است

هزار بار مـن این نکته کرده‌ام تـحـقیق

دریغ و درد که تا این زمان ندانـسـتـم

کـه کیمیای سـعادت رفیق بود رفیق

بـه مؤ‌منی رو و فرصت شمر غنیمت وقت

کـه در کمینگـه عمرند قاطـعان طریق

بیا کـه توبـه ز لعل نـگار و خـنده جام

حکایتیسـت که عقلش نمی‌کند تصدیق

اگر چه موی میانت به چون مـنی نرسد

خوش است خاطرم از فکر این خیال دقیق

حـلاوتی کـه تو را در چه زنخدان است

بـه کـنـه آن نرسد صد هزار فکر عمیق

اگر به رنگ عقیقی شد اشک من چه عجب

کـه مهر خاتم لعل تو هست همچو عقیق

بـه خـنده گفت که حافظ غلام طبع توام

بـبین که تا به چه حدم همی‌کند تحمیق

biography of hafez

2007-02-24T21:00:00.000-08:00

in the Persian tradition, whenever one faces a difficulty
or a fork in the road, Or even if one has a general
question in mind, one would hold that question in mind,
and then ask the Oracle of ShirazHafizfor guidance.
More often than not,Hafiz, in his own enigmatic way would sing to the
questioner and through the song, would get the
questioner to look in the mirror of his/her soul.Upon reflection in the mirror of Hafiz's Ghazal one
would be inspired with an answer, a guidance or a
direction.
Traditionally, the first line upon which the eyes of the reader fall,
would give the answer to the direct question, and the
rest of the Ghazal would give further clarification.

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2007-02-14T23:31:00.000-08:00

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