Sunday, February 28, 2010
my mother's anniversary
My mom's first passing away anniversary was 6 days ago. It's unbelievable how I lived without her. I can't help my tears writing about her. This much I can say I miss her a lot and that i love her kind soul. God bless her.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
...and a message on the way
One day
I'll come and bring my message
I'll come and pour light in the veines
And I will chant:
"O You! Carrying darkness in your baskets!
I brought you apple,
The golden apples of Sun!"
I'll come and give a dafodile to the begger.
I'll explain the blind the truth of light
and the weight of sight.
Like a nomad I'll wander around.
I'll begin to sing
the song of the rainbow and the dew.
A pilgrim will constantly say:
"It is the dark night of the truth indeed."
I'll give his share of the universe.
A loner girl will be waiting on the bridge.
I'll give her share of the skies.
I'll erase all the walls.
I'll tell thieves that there is only smile left to steal.
I'll tie the eyes to the sun, the hearts to love, the shadows to water and the twigs to the breeze.
And childeren's dreams
to the nightly song of the crickets.
I'll come and plant a rose in front of every door.
I'll sing in front of every window.
I will plant a tree for each and every crow.
I will explain to the serpents
the wondrous lives of the frog.
I will make peace.
I will make friend.
I will stroll.
I will swim in the torrent of light.
Then I will take on a flight
And I will love.
"Sohrab Sepehri (Iranian poet)"
I'll come and bring my message
I'll come and pour light in the veines
And I will chant:
"O You! Carrying darkness in your baskets!
I brought you apple,
The golden apples of Sun!"
I'll come and give a dafodile to the begger.
I'll explain the blind the truth of light
and the weight of sight.
Like a nomad I'll wander around.
I'll begin to sing
the song of the rainbow and the dew.
A pilgrim will constantly say:
"It is the dark night of the truth indeed."
I'll give his share of the universe.
A loner girl will be waiting on the bridge.
I'll give her share of the skies.
I'll erase all the walls.
I'll tell thieves that there is only smile left to steal.
I'll tie the eyes to the sun, the hearts to love, the shadows to water and the twigs to the breeze.
And childeren's dreams
to the nightly song of the crickets.
I'll come and plant a rose in front of every door.
I'll sing in front of every window.
I will plant a tree for each and every crow.
I will explain to the serpents
the wondrous lives of the frog.
I will make peace.
I will make friend.
I will stroll.
I will swim in the torrent of light.
Then I will take on a flight
And I will love.
"Sohrab Sepehri (Iranian poet)"
Thursday, December 24, 2009
کل یوم عاشورا و کل ارض کربلا
Imam Hussain's incomparable sacrifice is wonderful to me. All my questions are answered by this simple fact: He was fighting for resurrecting the pure Islamic truth covering by fake truth.
Don't forget: anyone, anywhere, every day is a "Horr" choosing between Good and Bad.
Don't forget: anyone, anywhere, every day is a "Horr" choosing between Good and Bad.
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