Iran’s Unknown Khomeini

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Photo: Page of my diary, related to Imam’s death

On the early morning of June 4, 1989, i remember i was at the grade two of primary school, getting ready for final exams. It was a cloudy morning in last days of spring, which appeared to be confusing.

Based on a usual morning habit, Mom switched the Radio.There was Quran recitation for an hour that i always enjoyed, but I didn’t understand why mom was being so nervous hearing that. In that particular usual morning, it was like all are ready to hear not very usual news.

While i was behind the door ready to go, they stopped the Quran recitation meanwhile and Mr Hayati who was a young  news presenter at the time announced the news:”Today, ‘the spirit of God’* joint the supreme heavens.”
Mom started crying heavily, i sat right on the carpet in front of the door. Ayatullah Khomeini had passed away.

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LoVe Sells!

The day’s coming. Streets are filled with people. Red is the typical color of most shops; Color of Love: Aritificial Hearts, Teddy Bears, Rose flowers, Chocolate boxes. Good days for sellers as well, to fill their pockets with price of ‘LoVe’!

As a multi-million dollar industry, It’s getting just an “opportunity” for companies to take more financial benefits. The advertisements capture your mind, forcing you to do what they want you to do With an overwhelming number of cards and presents being sold over the world; To ‘celebrate’ it. Read the rest of this entry »

O’ Pupils Of Gaza

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O’ pupils of Gaza
Care not . . about our broadcasts . .

And hear us not . .

Strike . .
Strike . .

With all your powers
And firmly in your hands take matters

And ask us not . .
We the people of arithmetic . .
And of addition . . And of subtraction . .

Your wars do carry on.. And abstain from us . .

We’re the deserters
from the service,
Your ropes do bring
And hang us . . .

We’re mortals . .
Who possess not tombs
And orphans . .
who possess not masters
We kept already to our rooms . .

And we asked you
To fight the dragon . .
We’ve diminished, before you

A thousand century . .

Poem by Nizar Qabbani

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