You’re Not Alone

In a way, it’s all a matter of time
I will not worry for you, You’ll be just fine
Take my thoughts with you, and when you look behind
You will surely see a face that you recognize

You’re not alone, I’ll wait till the end of time
Open your mind, Surely it’s plain to see
You’re not alone, I’ll wait till the end of time for you
Open your mind, Surely there’s time to be with me

It is the distance, that makes life a little hard
Two minds that once were close, Now so many miles apart
I will not falter though, I’ll hold on till you’re home
Safely back where you belong, And see how our love has grown

Song By Olive

Once in a while, i’ve got that in rather a bizzare way, It’s funny to see how we all are the same. Regardless of our race, gender, status or religion…

We all have the same pain, loneliness, love and hopes….

The story behind them might be different, but the outcome is still the same: pain, loneliness, love and hopes…

Even if not pleasant to see others suffering, this feeling of having common issues, is just inspiring..

Take my hand, You’re not alone..

To Love And Be Loved

At the junior class, after a break between semesters, i was welcomed very nicely with a big bouquet of red roses. My students had decorated it by own with a card on it and an english message that made me think:

“We love you so much, Mrs Shahrzad. Bcs you are beautiful. You dont look down us as students. You respect us and we enjoy your class.”

Do some teachers usually look down their students? Generally i mean..

I love my students. They have very sensible and sensitive minds and they make me think..

P.S: Yup, I am *also* a teacher nowaday..

Where Am I?

I am currenly here. ↑

As you see it’s a very nice cave with a very good view. I prefered to stop being nosy about politics, society, world issues and rest my mind there for awhile! I assume i am the first Iranian in the world who dared to do that so. Esp politics and iranian blood are like 2 halfs of an apple. (Persian phrase)
Ahem! I have had a very nice natural tea and some Turkish coffee with suger and milk. I’ve even recieved a wonderful local made yoghurt, “Maast Chekideh” – similar to Greek cheese style yoghurt, in Arab countries is famous to “Laban”.

Enjoying life, i’d say.. I have many many many subjects to write then, some interesting news, some complaining lectures and most important i’ve missed you all so much. Thank you for your emails. I am fine and i think it’s enough to stay away and follow the world silently. I have alot alot to read and comment.

Anybody out there to take me out of cave? Or you’re willing to join me there.. :P

P.S: What a wonderful Ramadan. Listening to Surah Al-Yusuf, recited by Mishary, I’m still homesick……
P.S 2: It’s just started raining here….