Monday, May 28, 2007

You know ...



Sometimes it is the separation from the things that we once had, that makes us know their values better ...
Sometimes the fact that one is the only and the only person to take care of himself/herself makes that person for sure be more mature comparing to those who are living with the family...

The point here is, what the signs of this maturity are ... in other words, what are the differences of a person who has become more "seasoned" comparing to his fellows...

The other day I was in my office ... one of the freshman students came to me and wanted to know his grade for the course I was the TA for ... it was very obvious that he is really concerned about the grade of the homework and this was something that has made him very anxious ... I was thinking to myself, how beautiful was the time that my concerns were also like his ... how far it seems to me now ... like a far memory buried in the shadow when I was at the same situation with big concerns about the grade of my homework ...

I was talking to Ali in London, England the other day, he was sharing the same perceptions ... that fortunately/unfortunately our concerns, our worries have grown ... no more is homework a concern ... no more grades a concern (although they have been very successful Thank God) but it is no more a concern ...

Life in a very general meaning of it, has become the concern for us... the challenges, the difficulties, the plans for future, for marriage, for future investments, future business establishments, future jobs ... in a big picture ... and the daily challenges of dealing with many many people in the society every day from mechanic to plumber, from professors to students, from car dealer to home agents, from manager to employees, from bank manager to homeless people asking for help at nights ... all of it ...

Ali Jaan, we have been grown ... willingly or unwillingly ... it is even more growth and experience for us living in another society, with another culture, among other people who not necessarily see the things as we see or not necessarily have the same reactions to different things as we have ...

You know ... living abroad has taught us perfectly to prioritize our concerns and our worries every day at every situation ... it is long time that now that homework grade is one of the last priorities for us ... maybe it is sad, but it is the fact my friend ...

Sometimes, I think with myself that we particularly have been a generation who were born three years after a harsh revolution which changed the whole values and the organizational system of the society ... later on the experience of an exhausting 8-year war ... the memory of the terrible days has made us to think deep and serious about what ... about almost everything ... then the years of greed ... the years of forgetfulness ... the years of terrible inflation, malfunctioning economics and many many more ... then the era of being proud to read as many as "serious" books, knowing as many as "Thinkers" ... following the political news from all around the world ... then leaving the homeland to study abroad and the great experience of living in another society ...

Ali Jaan, we are indeed much older than we are ... I even look much older with my grey hair on my head here and there and with my study glasses on :-) ...

Ali Jaan, this is life ... now, I do respect my father more and more every day and every moment for an absolutely great human he is and for all the amazing experiences he has had ...


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[Photo: Courtesy of photoblog www.hoomanb.com/pictures
The road between bautiful Kelardasht and the city of Abbas-Abad in Mazandaran, Beautiful Iran]

Sunday, May 27, 2007




No time to stand ... no time to stare ... no time to think for a while, or just letting the mind be free, letting the thoughts fly high and far...

Life is going so fast ... do not you hear that? No time to pause or you will be out of the game. Which game by the way? ...
The game that we have trapped ourselves in and called it "daily" life ...or other fancy names such as successful life, being financially smart, job promotions, job projects, job requirements, paying off high interest loans, applying for lower interest mortgages, looking for stock market trends, working on an overseas project ...

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"The wheel of the coach is waiting for the horse to stop, the horse is waiting for the man in the coach to sleep ... The man in the coach is waiting for death ..."
[Sohrab Sepehri, Late Contemporary Iranian poet and painter]

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"...He parked his cab about 100 meters away from the railroad, he was just living nearby, if you can call it "living" cause it was just an unfair struggle to be alive ... not very far from the rails ... he had made up his mind, he had already lots of challenges to satisfy himself ... many many voices in his mind ... all he was hearing was the honks of the locomotive approaching so fast towards his eyes ... voices in his mind and ... suddenly the silence ... a strange silence ...

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Police were everywhere, looking for any tiny thing to identify the body smashed terribly on the rails ... there was a cab parked 100 meters away from the railroad ... a note under the snow-blades on the wind shield ...
"I am very tired ... I want to be game over" ...

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Once I saw a wise quote posted on one of the office doors at USC saying that: "Life is a game, you can not quit ... either loser or winner, better to win the game ..."

That is very true not to be able to quit the game ... but the question is ...
which game? why a game ? why defining loser and winner for this game? If so, who is the winner? who loses in this game?

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Life passes so fast ... moments make you run with them ... simply there is no time to stand for a while ... or to stare ...
Simply there is no time to hear the voices who call upon us for help ... no time to extend a helping hand towards the people who need it ...

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Asking for a time to let your mind be free? ... to make your thoughts fly high? ... You must be kidding me !!! ...

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Have we asked ourselves to where we are speeding like this? ...



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[Photo: The City of Tabriz, The largest and the capital city of the beautiful historic industry-rich province of East Azerbaijan, Iran]

Friday, May 25, 2007

A feeling in my heart ...



A feeling in my heart, like the morning dews ... like the freedom of the birds ...

How impatiently I want to take a road for which there is no destination but the mountains that are calling upon me ... to wake me up from the deep forgetfulness of the daily life ... to free me up from the speedy life I am living with ...

How willingly I want to take a road and be away from all the ignorance, dailiness and carelessness we all are carrying with us every day and every day ...

How badly I have missed the highness of the mountains, the purity of the rivers, the simplicity and yet the glory of the nature ...

How willingly I want to take a road ...


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[Photo: Chalus Road, Beautiful Evergreen Province of Mazandaran, Iran
Courtesy of Iran Chamber Society www.iranchamber.com]

"The City" has been liberated ... you were not there to see ...

"Khordad 3rd" is always in the minds of us all ... the day that Iranian bravehearts took the city and the port of Khorramshahr back from the occupation of the Iraqi army in May 1982 ...

That day ... the hearts of Iran were all in the city ... were with the city ... the population of Khorramshahr was 36 Millions that day...

That day, Mohammad Jahanara who had one of the key roles in the liberation, was not there in the victorious city with his friends ... his soul was in the heaven where he had come from ...

"The city has been liberated ... You [Mohammad Jahanara] were not there to see ... the celebration of the people ... the result of the bloods of your brothers and sisters defending their homeland ..."


قطعه اى براى سردار شهيد محمد جهان آرا، فرمانده سپاه خرمشهر

تو مرا تا اوج هفت زيبايى بردى و بر گلبرگ سرخ شقايق ها نشاندى. از مهربانى گفتى و از عطوفت و اميد و طلوع سپيده. تو مرا زير بال چكاوكى نشاندى و با سكوت صنوبران همراه كردى. تو دوست داشتى كه با چلچله ها هم آواز شوى و با پرستوها را از باغهاى يأس بچينى. تو مى خواستى كه بر بال ابرها بنشينى و همركاب آنها بر جنگل و سبزه زاران ببارى
تو مى دانستى كه امسال بهار نمى آيد. اما سرتاسر روز را با گل سرخ هميشه منتظر قاصدك بودى تو مرا به كوچاندن عادت دادى. تو مرا با اشك تنها بودن خو دادى و گريه را مهمان ناخوانده ام كردى تو مرا به كوچه هاى باران بردى و روح صداقت را به جانم تزريق كردى
اكنون تو رفته اى و ما مانده ايم حسرت به دل با انبوه غريبى و دلتنگى و سكوتى بغض گرفته كه زمزمه گر تنهاييمان است. كوچه هاى خرمشهر هنوز ياد تو را ترانه دارند و نخلها پيوسته مقاومت تو را مى ستايند. تو نبودى ببينى رهايى خاك مقدس خرمشهر را.
تونبودى ببينى شادى چشمهاى منتظر را. تو نبودى ببينى كه يك بارديگر باران بر كوچه ها و پنجره ها مى بارد تا گرد سالهاى غربت را بشويد
هنوز انبوهى از يارانت بى مزار مانده اند، محمد! نخلها بى سر به سجده مى روند، خون سرخ، راه كوچه ها را پيدا نمى كند. آنانكه شهر را كوچه به كوچه به مقاومت دعوت مى كردند گمنام مانده اند. همنشين هميشه ما ياد و خاطره هايى است كه تنها در محاصره ها ماندند و لب تشنه درحسرت فرات پيشانى برخاك نهادند. ياد شبهاى جبهه و پيشانى هاى شكافته، تركشهاى گداخته و بدنهاى سوخته لحظه اى ما را تنها نمى گذارد. آخر مگر مى شود آن همه سيل و تندر را فراموش كرد؟! مگر مى شود گفت: «فكه خداحافظ! مگر مى شود مزار شما را ديد و نناليد. مگر مى شوددر شلمچه باشى و موج مظلوميت دستت را نلرزاند. نه! نمى توان به خاكريزهاى خاطره پشت كرد. نمى شود سنگرها را ديد و سلامى نگفت. نمى شود پلاكى خاك گرفته را بوسيد و بغض گلويت را نفشارد. نمى شود چفيه اى خونين را بوييد و پاهايت سست نشود
آه اى پرنده خدايى! دلتنگى تو سينه ها را به توفان بلاسپرده است به جست وجوى تو هر شب آسمانها را همسفر ماه مى شوم و با فرشته ها حديث آيينگى و صداقت تو را نجوا مى كنم دل تو هزار موج دريا بود و پنجره اى براى رؤياى آفتاب وكوچه اى براى رسيدن به مهربانى و صميميت. در شبهاى تو گريه، امتدادى بود براى رسيدن ، براى رفتن، براى ديدن، رسيدن به ابتدا و رفتن به انتها، آسمان لرزيد، ستاره اى خاموش شد، اما هنوز اشكهاى من در امتداد شب، ستاره وار مى درخشند

حميد وحيدى

Monday, May 14, 2007

As holy as the name of "mother" ...



Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children...
[William Makepeace Thackeray]

To you ... for being such a wonderful mother...
To you ... for being the blessing of the Almighty...
To you ... for being such a real human ...
To you ... with all the love I have...


Oh, how much I have missed your kind face ... your lovely smile ... the beauty of the divine ...


Happy Mother's Day







Living in another country, learning from different cultures ... maybe this day that is celebrated as Mother's Day here in a different date than in Iran, is just a reminder for us and a reason to thank God for all the real treasures we have got in our lives ...

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[Photo: "Tulips" courtesy of www.onlyconnect.blogs.com
My Mother's favorite music clip: Andrea Bocelli (Italian Tenor Legend) in a duet with Marco Borsato (Singing in Dutch) ]

Saturday, May 12, 2007

In front of Kaprielian Hall...Taken by a very good friend...



Happy to see Mehdi and Mehrdad's achievement...

Photo taken by Dr. Mehdi Sharifzadeh after USC PhD Hooding Ceremony of his where he just got his PhD in Computer Science...how proud of you, your friends are...congratulations!

Saturday, May 05, 2007

And he passed by our hearts...


پيامبري‌ از كنار خانه‌ ما رد شد

پيامبري‌ از كنار خانه‌ ما رد شد. باران‌ گرفت. مادرم‌ گفت: چه‌ باراني‌ مي‌آيد. پدرم‌ گفت: بهار است. و ما نمي‌دانستيم‌ باران‌ و بهار نام‌ ديگر آن‌ پيامبر است.آسمان‌ حياط‌ ما پر از عادت‌ و دود بود. پيامبر، كنارشان‌ زد. خورشيد را نشانمان‌ داد

پيامبري‌ از كنار خانه‌ ما رد شد. لباس‌هاي‌ ما خاكي‌ بود. او خاك‌ روي‌ لباس‌هايمان‌ را به‌ اشارتي‌ تكانيد. لباس‌ ما از جنس‌ ابريشم‌ و نور شد و ما قلبمان‌ را از زير لباسمان‌ ديديم

پيامبري‌ از كنار خانه‌ ما رد شد. آسمان‌ حياط‌ ما پر از عادت‌ و دود بود. پيامبر، كنارشان‌ زد. خورشيد را نشانمان‌ داد و تكه‌اي‌ از آن‌ را توي‌ دست‌هايمان‌ گذاشت

پيامبري‌ از كنار خانه‌ ما رد شد و ناگهان‌ هزار گنجشك‌ عاشق‌ از سرانگشت‌هاي‌ درخت‌ كوچك‌ باغچه‌ روييدند و هزار آوازي‌ را كه‌ در گلويشان‌ جا مانده‌ بود، به‌ ما بخشيدند. و ما به‌ ياد آورديم‌ كه‌ با درخت‌ و پرنده‌ نسبت‌ داريم

پيامبر از كنار خانه‌ ما رد شد. ما هزار درِ‌ بسته‌ داشتيم‌ و هزار قفل‌ بي‌ كليد. پيامبر كليدي‌ برايمان‌ آورد. اما نام‌ او را كه‌ برديم، قفل‌ها بي‌رخصت‌ كليد باز شدند

من‌ به‌ خدا گفتم: امروز پيامبري‌ از كنار خانه‌ ما رد شد
امروز انگار اينجا بهشت‌ است
خدا گفت: كاش‌ مي‌دانستي‌ هر روز پيامبري‌ از كنار خانه‌تان‌ مي‌گذرد و كاش‌ مي‌دانستي‌ بهشت‌ همان‌ قلب‌ توست


عرفان‌ نظرآهاري

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Whoever teaches me a word...



Whoever teaches me a word, makes me in debt of him/her forever...
[Imam Ali (Peace be upon him)]

A teacher affects eternity...he can never tell, where his influence stops.
[Henry B. Adams]

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To a beloved mother ... for this special day of all the teachers ... to her for being such a dedicated and kind teacher for all her students ...
To a great person from whom I have learned many lessons of how one can be a real human being...

And...

To all my teachers from very early childhood to the very recent years, of whom I am always in debt...