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NOT ONLY US, BUT THE WORLD IS WAITING FOR YOU...: Believe the Spring
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NOT ONLY US, BUT THE WORLD IS WAITING FOR YOU. Apr 16, 2007. For Breeze is celebrating. The birth of acacias. I s lighting a candle. On every branch, near each leaf. A ll swallows returned. The ally is overwhelmed with songs. And the cherry tree. By the gifts of the acacia’s celebration. Friend, open the window. How the earth burned in the wild thirst? And how thirst burned the liver of soil? What the whips of cold wind did to the vine. In long dark nights? And What the furious wind did at midnight.
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NOT ONLY US, BUT THE WORLD IS WAITING FOR YOU...: March 2007
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NOT ONLY US, BUT THE WORLD IS WAITING FOR YOU. Mar 15, 2007. My hometown is green. Full of flower’s smell during summers and springs. It is a huge city with tall buildings and great headways. Full of cars and people, like other’s big capital cities. It was small so many years ago. It was a small, green and beautiful village;. With pleasant weather near the ancient and historical city of. Kings selected it as a capital of. To enjoy of its mild weather and its every season fruits. People migrated to it.
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NOT ONLY US, BUT THE WORLD IS WAITING FOR YOU...: April 2007
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NOT ONLY US, BUT THE WORLD IS WAITING FOR YOU. Apr 16, 2007. For Breeze is celebrating. The birth of acacias. I s lighting a candle. On every branch, near each leaf. A ll swallows returned. The ally is overwhelmed with songs. And the cherry tree. By the gifts of the acacia’s celebration. Friend, open the window. How the earth burned in the wild thirst? And how thirst burned the liver of soil? What the whips of cold wind did to the vine. In long dark nights? And What the furious wind did at midnight.
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NOT ONLY US, BUT THE WORLD IS WAITING FOR YOU...: HE WILL COME.....
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NOT ONLY US, BUT THE WORLD IS WAITING FOR YOU. Aug 28, 2007. In this autumn days of life. We are celebrating the spring footprints of y. O’ the traveller of light! The night allies of your absence have surrounded us,. We are dying gradually. Wars are growing…. The earth is tired. Now, The teacher of peace and love. In the dawn of one day of these dark days. The rider of the bright plain, Come! The sun of the triumph morning, come! In the garden of our hearts call you. Till to The last prophet.
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NOT ONLY US, BUT THE WORLD IS WAITING FOR YOU...: Hope
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NOT ONLY US, BUT THE WORLD IS WAITING FOR YOU. Jun 7, 2007. Through the window,. The sky is dark,. The moon is far,. The birds are alone,. And the flowers are invisible. I wish for sunshine,. For green trees,. I like the river song hitting the stones,. The wind song blowing through the grasses,. And the life song spreading in the world. I need a green plain full of red flowers,. A blue sky full of blue clouds,. And a yellow sun full of lights. The winter will go. And the summer will come. For A Rainy Day.
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NOT ONLY US, BUT THE WORLD IS WAITING FOR YOU...: It is Not Growing Like a Tree
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NOT ONLY US, BUT THE WORLD IS WAITING FOR YOU. Jul 5, 2007. It is Not Growing Like a Tree. A Lily of A Day. It is Not Growing Like a Tree. It is not growing like a tree. In bulk, Doth make man better be;. Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,. To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:. A lily of a day. Is fairer far in May. Although it fall and die that night;. It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportion we just beauties see;. And in short measure, life may perfect be. Years pass o...
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NOT ONLY US, BUT THE WORLD IS WAITING FOR YOU...: July 2007
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NOT ONLY US, BUT THE WORLD IS WAITING FOR YOU. Jul 18, 2007. The first Thursdays of Rajab. In my country Iran is called “wishes night “. Rajab is one of the God’s chosen months. He invites his people to apologize for their sins and ask God to forgive them. And at the wishes night. They ask their best wishes for themselves and who they like most. Look every where in this world. What you can see? Ever since the day Cain’s hand. Shed the blood of Abel on God’s land,. Bespeak the Death of humanity. To fall a...
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A New Day Has Come!: Hijab
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A New Day Has Come! Grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. Saturday, May 19, 2007. What is your definition of hijab? I think that hijab to some extent is a necessary thing. Somehow I agree with it but not with very strict hijab that limits the mobility of women in the society. Hello, Leili,. I enjoyed reading your comments about hijab. May 26, 2007 at 4:08 PM. I have read your essay about Hijab already &#...
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A New Day Has Come!: Yalda Night
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A New Day Has Come! Grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. Sunday, April 15, 2007. In some parts of Iran, families read Shahnameh of Ferdosi. Some families have a kind of fortune telling with walnut. They break it and tell the fortune according to what is inside the walnut. Yalda night is the best night of the year for all the people in Iran with its stories and foods. April 21, 2007 at 11:29 PM.
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Preziosa Stella: Saturday, March 17, 2007
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It is an Italian word and means Precious Star! 17 March, 2007. The Story of a Comet. At nights, she went out side, sat in the garden, looked at the sky, counted the stars, and thought with herself if only she had had one of those stars; the most beautiful one for herself. She spoke to them and imagined their answers; she cheered herself up in this way. One night, she saw a petite pink rose in the garden which had blo. 8220;I am a comet; the comet of this sky.”. And lightening the dark sky? They spoke for...
