Monday, October 27

To the Ladies

Wife and servant are the same,
But only differ in the name:
For when that fatal know is tied,
Which nothing, nothing can divide,
And man by law supreme has made,
Then all that’s kind is laid aside,
And nothing left but state and pride.
Fierce as an eastern prince he grows,
And all his innate rigour shows:
Then but to look, to laugh, or speak,
Will the nuptial contract break.
Likes mutes, she signs alone must make,
And never any freedom take,
But still be governed by a nod,
And fear her husband as he god:
Him still must serve, him still obey,
And nothing act, and nothing say,
But what he haughty lord thinks fit,
Who, with the power, has all the wit.
Then shun, oh! shun that wretched state,
And all the fawning flatterers hate.
Value yourselves, and men despise:
You must be proud, if you’ll be wise

(Lady Mary Chudleigh, 1656-1710)

There is always a good reason, if not many, for selecting each week’s poem. This one’s audience is anyone who has a “certain point of view” of women. And believe me there are people, either male or female, or who still hold some strong position on the issue of “Womanhood”! Hope you enjoy it.

Friday, October 24

Changing my Palate!

There is something that I would like to share with you, the viewers of this blog, because I think that being honest and forward is the first step towards a long lasting relationship which exists between the authors of this blog and the general readership.

As you have noticed, since the opening of this page till recently, my sole focus, with an occasional diversion, has been on “political” engagements either in Iran, or elsewhere in relation to Iran. As an expatriate, I am sad, to a great degree, for being pushed away from the Home I love dearly. I am worried too; that I can do nothing but to witness the most heinous crimes committed by a group of traitors and evil-minded whose faith has come to destroy a nation’s hope for a decent future! For, what is a Nation without a Future? And how would a Nation survive without a hope?

But having said that; I must admit that as a dreamer, I dream of an Iran that is freed from Evil, by her own very children. I believe in Iranians’ strive against the works of Evil and evil-doers. For what I see happening in my Iran, under the Islamic regime that was established based on devil’s precise instructions, is the manifestation of Evil in full force.
For those who know the Alphabet to Zoroastrianism, it comes as no surprise to know that those who think Evil, will say nothing but Evil, and would do nothing but Evil. In fact, we cannot expect anything less than that from those who have been lulled by devilish temptations, and worship Evil! But, I am a realist as well, and as such person my disposition is that of a person who sees the ugliness of truth, and with that in mind, hopes for discovering the beautiful dimension of that ‘ugly truth’ as well.
Now, having established my point of view with respects to the current events in Iran, I would like to reflect on different things that are of great importance to an expatriate’s life in exile. Thus, from now on, every once a week there will a post with respect to that aspect of my life, as I would like to maintain a balance between being an “expatriate” and a Canadian Citizen, all at once!

By the way, that’s how I change my palate!


Wednesday, October 22

Just a simple note!

It has been a while since last I had made any comments at all, on this blog, of course. So, the next post will be a little different. I am changing my palate. You should do it too.


Wednesday, October 15

Away, Melancholy

Away, melancholy

Away, melancholy,
Away with it, let it go.

Are not the trees green,
The earth as green?
Does not the wind blow,
Fire leap and the rivers flow?
Away, melancholy.

The ant is busy
He carrieth his meat,
All things hurry
To be eaten or eat.
Away melancholy.

Man, too, hurries,
Eats, couples, buries,
He is an animal also
With a hey ho melancholy,
Away with it, let it go.

Man of all creatures
Is superlative
(Away melancholy)
He of all creatures alone
Raiseth a stone
(Away melancholy)
Into the stone, the god
Pours what he knows of good
Calling, good, God.
Away melancholy, let it go.

Speak not to me of tears,
Tyranny, pox, wars,
Saying, Can God
Stone of man’s thought, be good?

Say rather it is enough
That the stuffed
Stone of man’s good, growing,
By man’s called God.
Away, melancholy, let it go.

Man aspired
To good,
To love,

Beaten, corrupted, dying,
In his own blood lying
Yet heavens up and eye above
Cries, Love, love.
It is his virtue needs explaining,
Not his failing.

Away, melancholy,
Away with it, let it go.

(Stevie Smith, 1902-1971)

Sunday, October 12

Happy Thanksgiving, Canada

The occasion is of showing gratefulness for what we have received from Mother Nature, during the past year, in Canada. So, we shall celebrate it heartily, eat merrily and be just simply festive.

In the ancient World, people believed in the Mightiness of Mother-Nature, and they respected Her tremendously. They worshiped the Nature for Her Beauty, Grace, Love, and Generosity, and never underestimated Her Power, and, She in return opened Her arms generously, and provided them plenteous. And in showing their sincere gratitude, once a year in a Collective effort, which resonated itself in their festivities, the ancient people gave Offerings to the Bounteous Mother. They gave thanks with generous heart; celebrated and cheered the generosity of the Nature, with Festivities far more colourful than our contemporary Thanksgiving-dinner parties. She, the Bounteous Mother, was the Queen of the ancient eras.

Today, we celebrate Thanksgiving as we may, in the spirit of humility, grace and peace, and we offer our many thanks to our Forgiving Mother, and ask Her to save us from our own greed and timidity of mind.


Monday, October 6

Spiritual Suicide

Two sentences from a wise man is far worth than thousand words from a confused man.

"To divorce yourself form your roots is spiritual suicide. The expatriate unless he is really a rather special kind of person, is very unhappy " (The Enthusiam of Robertson Davies, 311).



No, the serpent did not
Seduce Eve to the apple.
All that’s simply
Corruption of the facts.

Adam ate the apple.
Eve ate Adam.
The serpent ate Eve.
This is the dark intestine.

The serpent, meanwhile,
Sleeps his meal off in Paradise—
Smiling to hear
God’s querulous calling
. (1967)

(Ted Hughes, 1930-1998)

Thursday, October 2

...or, not!

He is a creature of his own kind, a gentle soul who, surely, knows that the greatness of Civilisation is a damn burden on his skinny shoulder, and that’s why he is carrying all the weight of it alone. But, he is centuries old; a true image of himself, ready to take it all, because he knows it all. Or, may be not!