a drop of tear

I am sitting at the corner of the room on a furniture. The sound of "Allaho Akbar" ( which means that "the God is great") is heard from the roof of some building nearby. The sound is of a young girl. Then it became 2 sounds and 3 and it continues. In this terrifying condition it must be a brave soul to do such action. I do not know why a tear drops from my eyes.
Another time I am reading the news in internet and I read that 5 football player of Iran in international game put on green ribbon on their hand. After returning home they were put aside from the national team. I do not know why a tear drops from my eyes.
Once again Shajarian (a very famous traditional song musician) wrote a letter to government TV and protest to them for playing his song which was about "freedom" and that the atmosphere does not conform with my song. I do not know why a tear drops from my eyes.
Sometimes I feel upset that I can not be what I like to be.

Cruelty

Too much disrespect. Too much discourtesy. The people of Iran does not deserve it. They participate to vote to change. Changing their votes was not correct. Now we see the people's protest and in response bullets. How can one see this cruelty and still be happy.

Election and Obama speech

These days we see election groups are driving in the streets and propaganda their candidate. Election of next president. There are 4 of them. Mosavi and Karrobi and Rezaii and the present president Ahmadinejad. There are colors representing the candidates: Green, red, yellow and blue. Mosavi represents Green. Here in Tehran we see more people supporting Mosavi. I think Mosavi has greater chance than the others. Those who will vote to Mosavi do show that they are against the present system but not necessarily accepting Mosavi's policy as a whole. Of course his words are much more democratic than the others.
The other thing is Obama speech in Cairo. Tonight I print it and just now I was reading it. It is rethoric. I will read it completely later and put some word in my next post covering his speech.

life

I got this pic in this site:http://hr.ucsb.edu/icons/work_life.jpg
I like it. With their permission I put it here:

a sad story

I read today about the suicide of ex-president of S.Korea. It was surprising. Why? He jumped "off a rocky cliff overlooking his home." as it was written in Yahoo news.

He was 62 years old. About 15 months after he left his office this happens. An affair of 6 million dollar was under discussion and he was accused to give the money to Rhos. His exact name was Roh Moo-hyun.

"He left behind a note that described his suffering and asked that he be cremated."

He put on his computer a final note: "What's left for me for the rest of my life is just to be a burden to others... Don't be too sad. Aren't life and death both part of nature? Don't feel sorry. Don't blame anybody. It's destiny."

It is a sad story.

awakening

I feel that life passes away like a fast mode movie. Every thing is becoming old as soon as possible. Why nothing lasts forever? 52 years has passed. I do not know when it will ends. I do not know what was its meaning? I do not know what were my beliefs? I do not know what were my dreams? and yet I hope one day I will know all of the unknowns in an enlightenment moment. Instantaneous awakening.
Perhaps. Everything is possible. Even impossibles.

third day

Today was Friday and 3rd day of my sister's death. Here it is a custom to hold on a ceremony in mosque about 1 1/2 hour. This morning from 10:00 a.m till 11:30 we had a ceremony in the memory of her 3rd day of death.
It takes time to forget the grief and come back to ordinary life.
Today I prepared a small description of her life and it's major point was that the main adjective which can describe her in the best way is: "kind teacher" and "self devoted human".