Clay in her hand

I came across this video and really enjoyed it. I felt like sharing it would be joyful. Click on the title and watch.

Kite Runner & Benazir Bhutto

Last night I got the chance to watch the Kite Runner. Our neighbor is in Film industry and had kindly invited us to watch the DVD at their home. Just imagine how wonderful it can be to watch an amazing movie, while you are being served an excellent three-dish menu adopted by their lovely daughter from the book.
The movie was excellent. The scenery, the scenario, the play, everything was amazing. I loved Sahib, Amir’s father, for his statements before war about mullahs and communists. I loved Hassan with the angle like smile on his face and his blind love for Amir and his family.
I cried so many times during the movie. And later, when our friend asked us about the authenticity of the scripts I couldn’t help myself not to scream: Oh yaa.

I know many Afghani. I knew some back in Iran, later in Vienna and finally in the US. The ones I met in Iran were mainly workers. However, I knew some of them are very educated and that Iran’s government would not offer them a relative job. I met a PhD in English Literature who was working in a construction area. He was able to fluently talk 3 languages beside Farsi and Pashto. When I was in Iran and would compare the Afghani in Iran to my own family or others in the US, I couldn’t believe after almost 20 years living there, they had nothing. Iran’s immigration policy didn’t recognize their right. And those Iranian readers of these lines would agree that we used to look at them as just Afghani. They didn’t have name, or identity. They were just Afghani.
Anyhow, I think with this film and with its amazing post-watching influence, I have a great hope that it attracts some attention to their loss during the last 30 years of different war and may even Afghanis unite better and don’t limit themselves with the tribal problems. And mainly with the hope that there will be no war anywhere.


P.S: This morning while I was getting ready to come to work, I have heard the assassination of Benazir Bhutto . I was in a state of confusion and disbelief for a second. And now after few hours I still cannot believe it.
The fact that most of the political parties in the Middle East is person dependent, and the leaders are not able to train successor(s) for themselves, makes them easy target for assassination. The opposite party also thinks by killing this leader the ideology will be terminated. And it goes on circle, on and on.
I knew Bhutto family because of Benazir’s grandmother was an Iranian, relative of one of my close family member. I have heard stories about them and somehow grew up following her and her family’s political life. It is hard to believe that this era of my life comes to a tragic and bloody end so soon.

This is my share of today :-)

Just one click away from a deep enjoyment....................

A Thousand kisses deep

Please first click here and listen to this, then click on the lyric below and enjoy a wonderful song :-)


"A Thousand Kisses Deep"
The ponies run,
the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then it’s done –
Your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal
With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if it’s real,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
I’m turning tricks,
I’m getting fixed,
I’m back on Boogie Street.
You lose your grip, and then you slip
Into the Masterpiece.
And maybe I had miles to drive,
And promises to keep:You ditch it all to stay alive,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
Confined to sex, we pressed against
The limits of the sea:I saw there were no oceans left
For scavengers like me.
I made it to the forward deck.
I blessed our remnant fleet
–And then consented to be wrecked,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,I’m back on Boogie Street.
I guess they won’t exchange the gifts
That you were meant to keep.
And quiet is the thought of you,
The file on you complete,
Except what we forgot to do,A Thousand Kisses Deep.
And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.The ponies run, the girls are young, The odds are there to beat . . .

Today's poem

صورتگر نقاش
صورتگر نقاشم هر لحظه بتی سازم،

وآنگه همه بتها را در پیش تو بگدازم.

صد نقش برانگیزم با روح در آمیزم؛

چون نقش تو را بینم، در آتشش اندازم.

تو ساقی خماری یا دشمن هشیاری،

یا آنکه کنی ویران هر خانه که برسازم؟

جان ریخته شد با تو، آمیخته شد با تو؛

چون بوی تو دارد جان،جان را، هله، بنوازم.

هر خون که زمن روید با خاک تو می گوید:"با مهر تو همرنگم، با عشق تو انبازم."

در خانه ی آب و گل، بی توست خراب این دل؛یا خانه درآ، ای جان! یا خانه بپردازم.
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از کتاب "جان جان"، منتخباتی از دیوان شمس، رینولد. الن. نیکلسون، ترجمه حسن لاهوتی، تهران: نشر نامک، 1381

I didn't type it. I took it from here.

From Gheissar Aminpour

دردهاى من جامه نيستند

تا زتن درآورم

چامه وچكامه» نيستند تا به رشته سخن درآورم«

نعره نيستند تا ز«ناى جان» برآورم

دردهاى من نگفتنى

دردهاى من نهفتنى است

دردهاى من گرچه مثل دردهاى مردم زمانه نيست

درد مردم زمانه است

مردمى كه چين پوستينشان

مردمى كه رنگ روى آستينشان

مردمى كه نام هايشان

جلد كهنه شناسنامه هايشان درد مى كند

Funeral of Forough Farokhzad

I have said before that I have a special relation with Forough, and for a while all my friends and especially my cousin would ask me to read her poems, mainly because the tune of my voice was so similar to her voice, and the undeniable love that I had for her poems.

Today another cousin sent me this video. It is priceless. I though I might share it, in case you like this poet as well.
To see the Youtube video of her funeral click on title.