ما ز یاران چشم یاری داشتیم...خود غلط بود آن چه می پنداشتیم
تا درخت دوستی بر کی دهد...حالیا رفتیم و تخمی کاشتیم
گفت و گو آیین درویشی نبود...ور نه با تو ماجراها داشتیم
شیوه چشمت فریب جنگ داشت...ما ندانستیم و صلح انگاشتیم
گلبن حسنت نه خود شد دلفروز...ما دم همت بر او بگماشتیم
نکتهها رفت و شکایت کس نکرد...جانب حرمت فرونگذاشتیم
گفت خود دادی به ما دل حافظا...ما محصل بر کسی نگماشتیم
من ویکند خودمو به در آوردن این شعر گذروندم. البته نه همشو
هزل خوانی یکی از انواع شعر هاست در زبانه فارسی با مضمون طنز که در زمانی نه چندان دور در محافل! بسیار رواج داشته.
این یک نمونه از هزل خوانی هست. من معزرت میخوام اگه شما به این چیزا گوش نمیدید و کلا روحتون لطیف تر از این حرفاست.
من پسر با ادب میرزا مشیرم ... رفتم تو آب، آب اومده تا سر زانوم
فاطمه نسا گفت که من مخلصم... انگشت بکن تو سوراخه گوشم
ما مریدیم و تو هستی پیر ما...اندکی بنشین به روی صندلی
بیا بنشین بروی پارچه گونی... جوابم را بده ای بچه مرشد
اشرف پلنگ گفت واست میمیرم... گفتم بیا بپر بروی هوا
شازده تو آفتاب و من تو سایه ام ... از تشنگی لیس میزنه به دستم
پیراشکی گوشتی میخوری یا خامه ... تاج الملوک میگه لای نون
اختر چپول اگر پسر بزاید ... حاج آقا صمد یه عمر اونو میبوسه
سکینه آپارتی که به اون پیری ... به من میگه ریختت چقدر خوشگله
بین من و رقیه بده بستونه .... شیر که میخوام لبم روی لیوان
خدیجه خله شنگول در زندگی... کارش شده شب تا سحر رقصیدن
ممدلی هی دست میزنه به چونم ... گمون کنم نظر داره به چشمم
مشتی رجب که خوب نمد میمالید .... جای زنش الاقاشو بغل کرد
گاری موسی توی گل جا مونده ... یالا پاشو هل بده بچه خوش تیپ
ممدلی قصاب که چاقوش خونیه ... همه میدونن ناکس خر بد لج
عباس گامیش که با خودش ور میره ... بتول میگه که خیلیم خر شده
عربعلی خوش هیکل و پولداره .... اندازه زدن حدود یه متر پا داره
“Are you Muslim?” The woman behind the counter asked with an unsure tone that if she is doing the right thing or not.
“I used to, not anymore!” I answered.
The charm on her face is now gone. She turns to me and asks disappointedly “can I ask you why?”
With a smile on my face I answered, “it didn’t work for me, god isn’t for me.” She picks up the coffee pot full of hot water and starts to pour the water in small sample cups.
She looks at me directly and says, “You know if a non-Muslim turn into Islam, it washes off all his sin but if a Muslim turn into another religion is not a good thing.”
I laugh catastrophically while think with myself “oh here we go, another person thinking that apostasy is wrong” I looked at her while she is fixing her hijab and say: “Islam didn’t work for me and if it works for you, good for you. It didn’t work for me.”
“Islam is the last religion,” she says. I take a sip and say, “no it’s not”. I look down to see her name on her nametag. “Shamba.” “She should be a Pakistani or Afghan by her look and Shamba is not a Persian name!” I think to myself.
She rephrases her words “there is no religion after Islam.”
“There is Baha’i faith after Islam” I answer.
She looks up again like she didn’t hear what I said or don’t know what I’m talking about. “It’s a man-made religion.” She answers me with a little bit of upset emotion in her face.
“No it’s not” I say it while I’m trying to keep my smile on.
“Can you prove it?” She asks.
Another customer walks toward her counter and picks up a sample cup and seems like that she overheard our conversation. From her uncomfortable face, you can tell that she is pretending that she hasn’t heard anything.
“Well can you prove that Islam is not a man-made religion?” I answer her back.
There is an obvious disappointment in her face. Existence of a new customer around makes her uncomfortable to answer me back. She looks down and keeps pouring water in those sample cups. I throw my cup away and start walking.
With an unpleasant voice she said, “Thanks for stopping by and trying our new product.”
بهنود شجاعی در یک نزاع خیابانی بصورت غیر عمد و در حال دفاع از خود ۴ ساله پیش به سمت احسان (مقتول) حمله ور میشود و در نهیات با مجروح کردن او باعث مرگش میشود. بهنود در زمان قتل فقط ۱۷ سال سن داشت. ایران با امضا نمودن حقوق کودک در کنوانسیون مربوط پذیرفت که از حقوق کودکان دفاع کند. هر فرد زیر ۱۸ سال در قوانین بین المللی کودک حساب میشود. و چون بهنود در زمان قتل زیر این سن بوده طبق قوانین بینالمللی حکمش به عنوان یک کودک باید مورد برسی قرار بگیرد. بر طبق قوانین جمهوری اسلامی اجرای حکم به بعد از رسیدن به سن قانونی معلق میشود.
مصاحبه زیر با مادر احسان نصرالهی است که به آزاد شدن بهنود شجاعی که پسرش را کشته بود رضایت نداد و منجر به اعدام بهنود شد. خانم نصرالهی به خاطر این رضایت نداد که خانواده قاتل در مدت ۴ سال حبس بهنود از او رسما عذر خواهی نکردند و با امید داشتن به حقوق بشر و غیر، سعی در مورد بخشوده شدن بهنود داشتند. بهنود به دفعات شخصاً خودش از مادر مقتول عذر خواهی کرده است.
لطفا پس از دیدن این مصاحبه، فکر میکنید آیا اگر جای مادر مقتول بودید چه میکردید؟ دوباره: شما فعال حقوق بشر نیستید شما مادر مقتول هستید با یک پسر که او را از دست دادهاید.
چی فکر میکنید؟
'I'm just trying to build my self to
act as a truley better man
See the water ain't safe no more
'Nah nah the water ain't safe no more'
I'm just trying to be a solid oak
tree for every child to carve
its name across
'The water ain't safe no more'
I'm just trying to be the dream of
ever peasant the hurricane
'I'm just trying to be some body I
can talk to in the morining
with a smile'
The Water ain't safe no more...
In Amsterdam I had four hours till my third flight to Tehran. So I start walking around in search of some interesting stuff to see. Amsterdam has many tax free (aka duty free shops) that you can go visit and shop. I walked around and checked some stuff out. First I went to a cheese shop and start out with sampling a dry sharp cheese, I forgot its name though, and lack of wine samples made me almost choke. Next time I look for a medium size chunk of cheese not the biggest one! Then I went to a liquor and cigarette shop. Since smoking kills I only looked at liquors. Interesting thing was that if you fly through European Union you have to pay six or seven Euro extra for liquors compare to other places. I don’t exactly know why. Since I just found out that a liter of Absolute Vodka is only five dollars on the border of United States and then it markets for twenty-five to thirty dollars, I skipped the liquor shop as well. I smelled a few perfume and my nose stopped functioning properly so I left the perfumes too. I went to get some food from their little food court but for some reason when I see the Euro sign or anything other than dollar sign, I get a little cheap. I get money conversion attack and it makes me nervous that I have to use my Euros. So I persuaded my stomach to eat the banana I had in my backpack and not say anything else.
I got to the gate about two hours early and saw a few of people of my own sitting there waiting. I don’t know it’s only me or others too but for some reason I didn’t wanted to interact with them and I preferred to pretend that I’m not Iranian. So I chose a sit in a very last row in front of the window and sat there. I checked the plains and I got a little bored so I took my setar out and start playing the scales and going up and down till I got so sleepy. I took a short nap and then I woke up and saw they already started boarding. One thing that we, Iranian, didn’t like much was the fact that you were not allowed to have buggy in the waiting room, we didn’t want to leave that poor buggy alone till they warn us or say something that it is okay to leave them alone.
One unfortunate thing that I noticed was the lack of non-Iranian travelers and tourists to Iran. Iran is a great nation and I know for sure that if Iranian starts working on learning tourism culture and appreciation and make it easier for tourists to come to Iran, we would not need to sell a single drop of oil to support our oil-based economy.
My KLM flight was good and I had a few of my last Heinekens legally. We flew and flew and flew till we got on top of Tehran and I saw the lights. After some of the announcement by KLM crew, they would play the Persian version as well. When the plane got on the ground they announce in Dutch, English, AND Persian “Please remain seated and have your seatbelt on till the seatbelt sign goes off.” Even though, the moment that plane stopped for a second everybody jumped to get their carry-ons as fast as they could and run. The plane moved forward a little more and pushed everybody. I kind of liked how captain read my mind but the lesson wasn’t enough, no one felt on the floor, to teach us the lesson one more freaking time!!
Imam Khomeini Airport is the Iran’s new international airport that is the replacement for Mehrabad International Airport. IKA is on your way to the holy city of Qom. It was an hour and half drive from the airport to Tehran. On the way you will pass the Behesht Zahra Cemetery, Tehran’s biggest cemetery, and more importantly you pass Khomeini’s shrine. Unfortunately, my cousin and my sister were not that interested to wait for me to go and salute the leader. I have to go there again and show my respect to the man.
The sexiest man alive by People Magazine, George Clooney, was on one of Tehran’s billboard trying to persuade me to buy a watch. Not so successful though, I barely wear one.
One interesting thing that I noticed is driving in Tehran got much much better. It seems that people start noticing that there are some white things on the road that you have to drive between them not on them. Also a great applause to Tehran’s current mayor, Mr. Ghalibaaf, and the former mayor, Dr. Ahmadinejad, for making Tehran too beautiful with all the lighting that they installed under every and each bridge in Tehran that reminds me of some bars and strip clubs in the US. I start driving the sticks the day one and I was good at it, my problem is the street names and I barely remember which goes where.
I got a few 50,000 Rial bills (aka 5 toman) and these monsters are so big that I have to push it all the way down in my wallet with a quarter inch still left outside. I don’t know why they make these bills not to be cute and handy plus they could reduce the printing cost if they make them smaller.
One other thing that you notice if you travel from the US to Iran is the size of glass. Cups and glasses are almost twenty five percent smaller than in the US. Random!
I post pictures soon :-*
There are differences between wrong-doing, showing a better way to do something and changing something only to match our own definition
Each person has his/her own dictionary. We cannot judge them because their dictionary and definitions are different than ours. Just accept