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عشق يعني چشم‌ها غرق سکوت
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عشق يعني آسمان غرق خون
در شلمچه گريه‌گريه.... تا جنون

عشق يعني در سکوت يک نگاه
نغمة انا اليه راجعون

عشق يعني در فنا نابود شدن
در ميان تشنگان ساقي شدن

عشق يعني در ره دهلاويه
غرق اشک چشم، مشتاقي شدن

عشق يعني حرمت يک استخوان
يادگار از قامت يک نوجوان

آنکه با خون شريفش رسم کرد
بر زمين، جغرافياي آسمان

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[From an unknown poet in the memory of "Shahidan" those who sacrificed their lives to defend the country, to stand for their beliefs ...

In Iranian literature, the corn poppy flower stands for the innocent holy blood of the heroes (Shahidan) who stood for their country and beliefs]

Liar ...

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[By: Iranian contemporary cartoonist, Mr. Bozorgmehr Hosseinpour]

O' The most merciful ...

O' God! I have deeply believed in that you are the most merciful ...
The one who forgives when he is the most powerful ...
The one who shows mercy after he knows the facts and the reality of the souls inside ...

O' God! How many times you have freed me from the worries ...
O' God! How many times you have helped me through the difficulties ...
O' God! How many times you have become the "true friend" of those who did not have any support ...
And how many times you have saved the righteous [from doing the wrong deeds] ...

You have created my creation ... my birth ... have made me blessed by all the great things you have given to me during the years ...
How can I ever thank you for the family I have?
How can I ever thank you for the healthy person I am?
How can I ever thank you for the great friends I have?
How can I ever thank you for all the things I have in my life ... and I have all from you ...

O' God! How many times you have proved that you are the most powerful ...
The one and the only one with absolute power over all the universe ...
[Free Translation of Dua-Eftetah]

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O' God! In these holy days and nights, the days of mercy and the nights of forgiveness, ... I am looking for your forgiveness ... your eternal peace ... I am looking for your mercy after your absolute knowledge of myself ... and your forgiveness ...

O' The most powerful! You know me better than me ... It is your forgiveness I am asking for ...


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[Photo: Heavenly Zarivar (=Golden Like) Lake, Naturally-rich amazing province of Kurdestan, Beautiful Iran]

For some, a cardboard box is shelter ... For some, newspaper is warmth ...

I was driving the other day through the streets of Beverly Hills and was thinking to myself that how frustrating this culture is that the more "prestige" you have, the more you will be judged differently ...

In fact in a culture that we live in, the more expensive car that you drive ... The bigger house that you own ... and the more income that you make every month, will bring you more "prestige" and thus more "social respect" in the society ...

Driving through the streets of Beverly Hills with its crazy expensive boutiques, restaurants, hotels ... with all the expensive cars in the streets and mansions to live in... I was thinking when we are going to understand the difficulties and challenges of the children suffering from poverty, hunger, maladies and wars?

Driving in the streets of the Beverly Hills ... I was just thinking about how much diverted we have become from the beautiful virtue of the "equality" and "equal human rights for all the humans" ...

Driving through the "prestigious" streets of Beverly Hills and later watching all the homeless sleeping on the streets in Downtown Los Angeles ...

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[Photo: A homeless sleeping on a cardboard box with the words "For some, a cardboard box is shelter. For some, newspaper is warmth".
Courtesy of http://morefire.files.wordpress.com]

In this month of blessings ... with spirit of the divine in the air ... and His everlasting mercy all around us, we all have been invited as His special guests by His glory ...

We have been called upon to be in heaven ... Yes, you and me ... we all have been called upon to be there ...

از بهشت كه بيرون آمد، دارايي‌اش فقط يك سيب بود. سيبي كه به وسوسه آن را چيده بود. و مكافات اين وسوسه هبوط بود.فرشته‌ها گفتند: تو بي‌بهشت مي‌ميري. زمين جاي تو نيست. زمين همه ظلم است و فساد. و انسان گفت: اما من به خودم ظلم كرده‌ام. زمين تاوان ظلم من است. اگر خدا چنين مي‌خواهد، پس زمين از بهشت بهتر است
خدا گفت: برو و بدان جاده‌اي كه تو را دوباره به بهشت مي‌رساند و از زمين مي‌گذرد؛ زميني آكنده از شروخير، آكنده از حق و از باطل، از خطا و از صواب؛ و اگر خير و حق و صواب پيروز شد تو باز خواهي گشت وگرنه ... و فرشته‌ها همه گريستند

اما انسان نرفت. انسان نمي‌توانست برود. انسان بردرگاه بهشت وامانده بود. مي‌ترسيد و مردد بود
و آن وقت خدا چيزي به انسان داد. چيزي كه هستي را مبهوت كرد و كائنات را به غبطه واداشت
انسان دستهايش را گشود و خدا به او «اختيار» داد

خدا گفت: حال انتخاب كن. زيرا كه تو براي انتخاب كردن آفريده‌شدي. برو و بهترين را برگزين كه بهشت پاداش به‌گزيدن توست
عقل و دل و هزاران پيامبر نيز با تو خواهند آمد، تا توبهترين را برگزيني. و آنگاه انسان زمين را انتخاب كرد. رنج و نبرد و صبوري را... و اين آغاز انسان بود


عرفان نظر آهاری

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[Photo: Courtesy of Mr. Ali Ghamsari Esfahani's Persian Blog]

من‌ شدم‌ ني‌ و تو شدي‌ ني‌زن، مرا گذاشتي‌ روي‌ لبهايت‌ و دميدي. نفست‌ كه‌ توي‌ تنم‌ ريخت، هوا پر شد از موسيقي‌ دوست

فرشته‌ها به‌ رقص‌ آمدند و زمين‌ دور خودش‌ چرخيد.نواختن‌ من، جشن‌ ملكوت‌ بود و پايكوبي‌ هستي.دم‌ تو آتش‌ بود و نواي‌ ني، عشق ... من‌ شدم‌ ني‌ و تو شدي‌ ني‌زن

اما فراموشم‌ شد كه‌ ني‌ اگر خالي‌ نباشد، ني‌ نيست. پر شدم. ديگر براي‌ تو جايي‌ نمانده‌ بود مرا گذاشتي‌ روي‌ لبهايت‌ و باز هم‌ دميدي؛

اما ديگر صدايي‌ نيامد

فرشته‌ها گريستند و شيطان‌ دور ني‌ات‌ رقصيد

اين‌ روزها نسيم‌ از سمت‌ بهشت‌ مي‌وزد... اين‌ روزها هواي‌ بوي‌ تو را دارد... اين‌ روزها صداي‌ ساز تو مي‌آيد...

و من‌ دوباره‌ به‌ ياد مي‌آورم‌ كه‌ من‌ ني‌ بودم‌ و تو ني‌زن.

آه،... آي‌ يگانه‌اي‌ ني‌زن! ... اين‌ ني‌ دلتنگ‌ دم‌ توست. دلتنگ‌ نواختنت... ني‌ كوچكت‌ را بنواز

عرفان‌ نظرآهاري

Loneliness of my heart ...

Since one day ...
You just came into the loneliness of my heart ...
With all the sweetness of love ... in your steps ...

You filled my soul with the beautiful sense of love ...
Washing away all the hatred from my heart ... you filled it with delicate desires ...

I did not know what this feeling was ...
The breeze whispered in my ears that ... heavenly love ...

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[Photo: Our home and the street that I belong to (Parvin St. Jaam-e-Jam, Valiasr Ave.) in a winter morning, Tehran, Beautiful Iran]

Say Goodbye To "The Legend" ...

Luciano Pavarotti with his extraordinarily amazing vocal techniques and his outstanding performances of different opera pieces, arias and even world popular hits ... With his restless efforts to organize the charity concerts under the series of "Pavarotti and Friends" along with many world class singers and musicians in order to bring the attention of the people to the ugly nature of the wars and their consequences on the children especially during the Balkan Massacre and Kosovo genocides ... Made himself an everlasting name in the opera and more importantly as a charitable icon who never stopped bringing hope to the heart of the "war child" ...

He was always saying that: "I (Pavarotti) lost my whole family during the World War II when I was 10 and all I could possibly do was singing to bring the light of hope into my heart and into the hearts of all other people ..."

Luciano Pavarotti was a legend and will always remain a legend ... in the minds of those who have been introduced to opera through him ...

May his soul rest in peace ...


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["Ave Maria" By Schubert performed by late Pavarotti as a sacred aria admiring the holy Maria
"O Sole Mio" By Di Capua performed by Great Pavarotti and Bryan Adams (Canadian Rock Star)]

Happiness keeps you sweet ...
Trials and challenges keep you strong ...
Sorrows and sympathies keep you human ...
Failures keep you humble ...
Success keeps you glowing ...
But ...
It is only trust in God and his everlasting mercy that keeps you going ...

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[Photo: Heavenly beautiful Heyran Road, Northwestern Province of Ardabil, Beautiful Iran]