Sunday, March 30

Believe in God

"It is not up to us to believe in God, but only to not grant our love to false gods"

(Simone Weil)

Saturday, March 29

How they Punished "Little adultress" in Heaney's words

The Punishment(1975)

I can feel the tug
Of the halter at the nape
Of her neck, the wind
On her naked front

In blows her nipples
To amber beads,
it shakes the frail rigging
of her ribs

I can see her drowned
body in the bog,
the weighing stone,
the floating rods and boughs

Under which at first
she was a barked sapling
that is dug up
oak-bone, brain-firkin

her shaved head
like a stubble of black corn,
her blindfold a soiled bandage,
her noose a ring

to store
the memories of love.
Little adulteress,
before they punish you

you were flaxen –haired,
undrernourished, and your
tar-black face was beautiful.
My poor scapegoat

I almost love you
but would have cast, I know,
the stones of silence.
I am the artful voyeur
of your brain’s exposed
and darkened combs,
your muscles webbing
and all your numbered bones

I who have stood dumb
when your betraying sisters,
cauled in tar,
wept by the railings

who would connive
in civilized outrage
yet understand the exact
and tribal, intimate revenge

Friday, March 28

a simple note

We’ve got a disease in Iran. That’s a simple truth. You can ignore what I say, and go about your own business. “Who cares,” eh? “Life must go on” and “there is only so much one can do” is the best attitude in times such as now, as you are immersing in an ignorance that seems to be a blessing! It works for you, I know. But what works for you now, may not be of great benefit to you in a near future. Have you thought of that?


Wednesday, March 26

The Assassination of Manouchehr Farhangi

"It was an Iranian woman. And the National Police are looking for her in connection with the stabbings that killed her compatriot, the 82 year old Manouchehr Farhangi, at the gates of his residence in La Moraleja on Wednesday. This much was confirmed by a witness, who stated that the woman fled in a taxi after committing the aggression, and got rid of the coat she was wearing. Apparently, she had arrived in the same car".

With special thanks to for reflecting this horrible news about the assassination of a man whose life was filled with greatness, kindness, generosity, and love for his country, Iran.

Saturday, March 22

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms (1808)

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly today,
Were to change by tomorrow, and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy-gifts fading away,
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.

It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear
That the fervor and faith of a soul can be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear;
No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sunflower turns on her god, when he sets,
The same look which she turned when he rose

Thomas Moore (1779-1852)

Thursday, March 20

Norooz has arrived

Once more, the ancient Norooz (New Day) is here to remind us of life that which has been and will be going on , of that glorious notion of life that can and must be experienced, till you and I exist.

Far away from the Home we love, scattered around the world, each trying very hard “to be”, we, the Iranians in exile, celebrate Norooz, with certain pain in our hearts. But, nevertheless, with the Home in our hearts, we celebrate the arrival of the marvelous Norooz; a plausible reminiscence of our childhood Norooz, and in silence and with broad smile on our faces, we greet each other courageously, giddily, and innocently we wish for a “Better Year than the old-one that is gone, now”.

Thursday, March 13

A Coat

I made my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat;
But the fools caught it,
Wore it in the world's eyes
As though they'd wrought it.
Song, let them take it,
For there's more enterprise
in walking naked.

Monday, March 10


Again, another academically approved disaster by Columbia University, this time the podium is the place behind which a despicable creature, a traitor, Ibrahim Yazdi, will hide and profess what he has been given to preach!
The academic force behind such profession is worthy of close attention, for the simple fact that one can never be “too clever,” or “too sure” enough to avoid all that academically-motivated and proven-way of dealing with an under-study-case, especially when that study concerns the livelihood of a Nation.

“Academia” should be a place where the notion of “true learning” should come into existence by the way of “true scholarship,” which requires total isolation from all kinds of politically-motivated-researches that endanger the lives of innocent people. As an “elite” of a society, an “academician” has a responsibility to maintain his/her neutrality in political games, if for nothing at least for a spirit of “free and honest” pursuit of “truth”.

To welcome a traitor into a world, in which he should not have any seat, is to disregard the “true” spirit of learning, teaching, researching and inquiring about Life.

Sunday, March 2

Just a few simple questions!

Have you ever given heed to the devil’s tempting proposition that which changes in accordance to the need of the Inner-Man?
Have you ever tried to avoid listening to his tempest whispers, while being pushed over the edge of that solid rock upon which you have built the temple of Faith?
Have you ever wondered how he would ask you to think, to say and to do things on his behalf, meanwhile making you believe that you are the very incarnation of “goodness” and “grace” and “charity” and “forgiveness”?