ه‍.ش. ۱۳۹۰ بهمن ۹, یکشنبه

?Where is The Peace



Where is the peace, which I've never seen?          
Where is the peace, which is just in my dreams?
Where is the peace, which I want to feel it thoroughly by my heart?
Which is a wish for every child?
Which is invisible and hide?
Perhaps, one day we will join together!
We will start a happy life
But it will be far away!
Then I’ll have many things to say...!

Writen by: Kamilah Ataee

I met the alien God!


My boss ….. I mean my conscience 
Gave me a mission to accomplish.
I walked down from my small hut.
I was not alone, my friends were with me:
My unsatisfied desires , my hopes, my future ….
I was holding their hands and following their ways.
We walked for 16 years and some months.
 
My feet were bleeding because of thorns in the way.
My hands were held tight with cultural chains.
My face was red because of  those hard slaps.
My ears were tired of hearing  “ you are pagan “
My body was weak to crawl the path.
 
After passing all those barriers
We arrived to God’s home.
We were so surprised.
I was happy but showing that with floods of tears.
Yes, he was poorer than we all.
 
He sat alone in a small throne made of nothing.
His door was without guards.
He was not a scary king.
 
I begin to love him.
Now, he is my God not my owner.
I am his creature not his servant.
There was no religion that could help me.
I found him in my heart.
He was waiting for me.
 
Written by : Fatima Saidi

اشک !!!

ای کاش اشک بودم
قطره قطره می شدم
...شاید
شاید روزی با دریاچه ای یکجا و با هم 
روانه به سوی بحر می شدیم
...آری
دیگرمن بحر بودم
...اما ....

نویسنده: فاطمه سیدی

ه‍.ش. ۱۳۹۰ بهمن ۸, شنبه

Salangha!

It's a picture of Salangha that I took it in 03/20/2011. Salang was very nice and full of snow. Before it was a great and nice place but unfortunately it ruined during the wars.  

ه‍.ش. ۱۳۹۰ بهمن ۷, جمعه

امیدبه رستن!

امروزاغازی است برایی گام نهادن به سوی دریچه روشنایی ! بشتابید و فام رستن را برهانید، زیراامروز همان شروع دیروز است. امروز همان شروع دیروز است. میتوان آغاز کرد روزی دوباره را با نسیم های عاری از ریا. پس این من و ما هستیم که در کالبد خویش احساس پیروزی را پرورانیده و شگوفا مینمائیم. تا همان شورو الهامی که امروز برای ما اعطا گردیده رابر روی سطرهای یک کاغذ نمودار گردانیم.