Earthquake,, Bam is destroyed,, horrible,, after a usual day , people sleep at night , an ordinary night starts, but the next morning, they are on cold street in front of a damaged house, and their family members are killed!

a man says he was asleep, suddenly the room ceiling came on him,, he had been able to get out,, searching for his family members.. he had found his daughter's body few minutes later, her mouth was filled with siol and her face was dark, he found out that her daughter was changed into a dead body ... :(

It's horrible, horrible , horrible, dark nightmare, it happenes at night, when most people are asleep at home, and they have less chance to rescue . human's life is sooooooooooo chip!

Life isn't about keeping score.

It's not about how many friends you have Or how accepted you are.

Not about who you are dating, who you used to date, How many people you have dated, or if You haven't been with anyone at all.

IT Isn't about who you have kissed,

It isn't about who your family is or how much money they have Or what kind of car you drive.

Or where you are sent to school.

It's not about how beautiful or ugly you are.

Or what clothes you wear, what shoes you have on,

Or what kind of music you listen to.

It's not about if your hair is blonde, red, black, or brown,

Or if your skin is too light or too dark.

Not about what grades you get, how smart you are, or how smart standadized tests say you are.

It's not about what clubs you're in or how good you are at "your" sport.

It's not about representing your whole being on a piece of paper and seeing who will "accept the written you".

writer: UNKNOWN

My British friend says:
SHUSH APRIL1997 I arrived in shush on a blistering hot day. I was here to see the CHOGHA ZAMBIL outside the city. First I needed a coke to cool down and then something to eat. While looking around a bloke of about 25 years introduced himself to me.His name was Mohammed and he spoke excellent english. I told him that I was travelling around Iran for 3 weeks.He invited me to his home for me to meet his family .

I was not to keen.In the west it is considered stupid to go to a house of somebody you just met.In fact it is downright dangerous. It was still daylight so I decided to go with him.He was friendly and said he liked to speak with tourists so as to improve his english.Funny thing was he spoke better english than me!!!!!!!.Mohammed lived with his parents and two brothers.Luckily for me they had air conditioning!!.His mum was about 45 years,an extremely nice woman.His dad was out and would arrive back in the evening .The family were very pleased that I had come to their house.Within 30 minutes she had prepared food for me,as well as the cold glasses of water!!!!Myself and Mohammed talked for a couple of hours and then I decided to leave.BIG MISTAKE.They wanted me to stay at least two nights!!!One night was not enough. Mohammed would organise a taxi to take me to chogha zambil tomorrow.It is something I do not like doing but finally I decided to stay.

Mohammed never told me if he was working.He was well informed on world affairs and liked talking english.Also he had a good sense of humour.Around 8 o clock that evening his friends started to arrive at his house.They were here to see me.For the rest of the evening I was to be the centre of attention.Not my idea of a perfect time!!!.However it turned out to be a fantastic night.I sat beside Mohammed and in front of us sat 12 of his friends.None of them spoke english so Mohammed would be the translator for the night.Later his dad arrived back.When I saw him my face must have shown that I was surprised to see how old he was.Mohammed noticed my amazement and then introduced his dad to me as "this is my father,he is 100 years old"!!!.I don't know how I managed to keep a straight face. For the next hour his friends asked me many questions about life in europe. When I told them I was not married,did not have a steady girlfriend or had no intention in getting married they they were shocked.The reasons I gave such as liking the freedom of being single,of being able to travel when I liked,marriage being a big commitment,so many marriages ending in divorce,did not satisfy them.I think such a solitary lifestyle is not common among among Iranian men.In fact it was my biggest mistake in Iran telling people I was single.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.Next time I go I am going to invent a family!!!!!!.

Mohammed and his friends wanted to know what the west thought of Iran.I was sorry to tell them that Iran had a bad image in the west. Then they told me that none of them liked their government. During the evening Mohammed's mum and friends were getting the food ready in the kitchen.Every time she came to the sitting room with some food she had a question for mohammed to ask me.How were my parents?How many brothers and sisters I had?Were they married? In europe,britain especially,people socialise in pubs and clubs I told them.Also that we need a few beers to enjoy ourselves.I suppose you could say that alcohol is a social lubricant.In my case it is but tonight I was thoroughly enjoying myself without touching a drop!!.To end the evening we watched the video RAMBO.It had been a great night.

Next morning mohammed accompanied me to the chogha zambil.On returning we went to visit a friend who had been a prisoner of war in Iraq.He told me he was held for 7 years.Then in late afternoon another friend took seven of us on a drive into the countryside.We visited a farm that had afghans refugees working on it.The evening was still hot as drove about.When we got back to shush around 8 oclock an evening meal was waiting for us.Tomorrow I would be leaving for Esfahan.I thanked Mohammed ,his family and friends for a wonderful two days.I had been treated like a king.I promised to write and to send on the photos I took of mohammed at the chogha zambil.Next day Mohammed,ever the gentleman,took me to the bus station to see me off.Iranian hospitality has to be experienced to be believed.I hope to return to shush ,some day,and meet these fabulous people again.

This post is writen by "Sidney Phelan"

People are near to death under the pressure, and those sheeps on the top of the power pyramid just know how to say BAAaa!!

Last night i was watching a report on TV, the topic was people's problems on special medicines, the reporter had gone to a famous public drugstore, people were gathered all around him,

an old woman said that the medicine prices had became so high recently, such that she had to pay 2 million toman (=2500 u.s.$) to buy sufficient medicine of a year for his son who had a special disease, an other old man who was a retired man said that he earned 100 thousands toman par month and had to spend 21 thousand toman per month in order to buy a medicine which helped him stay alive!..

an other man said that in a public hospital which is supposed to cure people for free, a doctor had asked him to pay 5 million toman as an "under desk money" (bribe) if he wanted him to do the surgery on his child! an other one said that most of the rare medicines are available in black market!.. many other people came and talked about their pain in front of the camera.

i knew that if TV is showing this program, its just and just because the parliament election is near and the government is trying to show itself careing for people, but still i was happy that those people had found a fortune to talk about their problems. in the TV stadium, the minister assistant was present and ready to answer about the report,

now guess what he said! he said that this kind of reporting is not scientific, and said that he had been teaching in university for a while before, and he had used to tell his students how to make a correct scientific report..! and he started to shift the blame on TV channel..!

It seems that i never get tired of gossiping about Islam and its prophet!

Since i am so busy these days (more busy than a bee! ;) i can't write here as much as before, i don't like it because i miss writing in my blog, anyway, someone called herself "just a girl" has written a comment and mentioned some interesting points,it seems she has some questions about the philosophy of some islamic rules such as fasting in Ramadan and wearing hijab, she likes to know if these rules can be a way for people to get in touch with their spiritual values.

i should say that i really don't know! human's spirit is very complicated , and also different in different people , but i know the effects of these rules on myself, (and somehow about the people around me).

i can say by sure that there can be no any direct relation between hunger and spiritual values in people! in the highschool, they tought us that "when some one tastes hunger in Ramadan , he/she will be aware of the difficulty of the the poor people's lives, so that will help them in future"

well, these words seem nice at first, but after growing up and after being in society more, i didn't see such affect in people who use to fast, most of the times they got moody of the daily hunger and thirst and were counting the minutes for the sunset ,to be able to eat again! but still continued it for the entire 1 month, because they were afraid of the hell's fire!and after 1 month fasting, they get so proud of themselves for doing their duty to God!

or,in higschool they told us that a girl should cover her hair and beauty from sick men's eyes, so that she will stay safe, later , that time i thought these "sick men" are just few number of men and its just them who can make life uncomfortable for me as a girl, but larte , thinking more about it, why should it be like this? there must be something wrong,

its like a closed loop! imagine an islamic society in which women should cover all their body when they are on street , like what Taliban forced Afghan women to do, in that society if a woman goes to street with her face out of the cover, that will look strange for men and may attract them and instigate them ,(the expressions of the teachers of religion) imagine the second society in which women are allowd to show their faces and hands, but also they have to wear long chador (veil) everywhere, in this society if a girl goes to street wearing Manto (these kind of funny long coats that we have to wear in iran), then men will be attracted and she will be in trouble for sure! now imagine the third society in which woman are allowd to wear Manto, now if someone wears a Tshirt and a pants, she will fall in trouble, and the story continues to infinite!

what i want to say is that the more hijab rules are strict in society, the more men become sensitive about it, about the prophet's instructions,"cultivate the virtue of modesty in your daughters, for the sake of safety as much as anything else."my mother has a small book full of prophet Mohammad's advices for women and girls,, i read it, and after that i draw a conclusion, 90% of his sayings were in a way which were profitable for men! (and its not strange, he himself was a man, and a selfish one). im going to write some parts of that book here in future,(and if somebody says that we can't be sure if Mohammed said them or not, i will have a very good answer for him/her! so just try it!)

about her opinion "If Mohammed (PBUH) had lived in a world of central heating, sunglasses, steel enclosed chariots (cars), I'm sure our lives would be different" this sentence is in contrast to itself, this is only a wild old primary society that needs a phenomenon called "PROPHET"! a prophet with his messages from God and his miracles! what a huge amount of excitement it could bring for the boaring atmosphere of 1400 years ago!and ,,

i was wondering, if he was in a developed country in 2003, how could he made the educated clever women to accept the funny law that says " a man can have 4 wives!" and how could he himself marry several young beautiful girls with this excuse that their husbads were killed in war and it was his duty as a prophe to protect these women, with marrying them!.

i guess the story of prophet's private life would be published in all newspapers and magazines , people could read and laugh!

My British friend says:
APRIL 1997 It's my last day in shiraz.I am going to see the ancient palace complex at persepolis,60km away. Yesterday I got my visa extension.It will last two weeks.

The visa officer told me that his favourite movie is BRAVEHEART.I told him,to his dismay,I had not seen it yet.We talked about movies for ages.

I took a bus that morning.My abiding memory of Iran is getting on a bus and having a group of boys waving at you to come and sit with them.Today I sat with two blokes.We laughed and joked all the way.

I spent a couple of hours around the ruins of persepolis and the remains from the celebrations of 2500years of the persian empire in 1971.From here I went to Naqsh-e Rostam where four cliff tombs are located.It's only a few km from persepolis so I decided to hitch.

A motorbike with two guys on stopped.They insist in taking me there.I told them there is no room.Finally I get on and we zoom off.Having spent an hour at the tombs I began to hitch back to Shiraz.However, it's proving to be more difficult.

Many cars pass but they are all full.Several of the occupants wave and smile as they pass.Then a car stops.It's a lone man going all the way to Shiraz.My lucky day.He is about fifty and speaks good english.In the seventies he worked in the oil industry at Abadan.

On arriving at Shiraz he invites me to his house for something to eat.The house is in a wealthy district.He offers to go and get alcohol for me.I refuse.After eating he said "I want to show you a video".He moved the bookshelf away from the wall and from behind took out the the video.

Why hide it I thought.It was a recording of the anniversary celebrations of the persian empire from october 1971.I do not know if it was recorded privately or bought.Kings and Queens,Princes and Princesses and prime ministers attended.It was a fantastic gathering.

He told me living in Iran then,it was the best of times.We watched it all together.He offered to drive me back to my hotel.I thanked him but decided to walk instead.

It had been a great day.

This post is writen by "Sidney Phelan"