<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715</id><updated>2012-02-08T05:37:00.187+03:30</updated><category term='عشق بي انتها'/><category term='Written by 1'/><category term='To My Real Prof. &quot; Dr. Ghahramani &quot;'/><category term='greengrocer and the  parrot'/><category term='1389/03/10'/><category term='moon in my mind'/><category term='language of molana in my life'/><category term='To All The REAL Friends'/><category term='nor of Hell'/><category term='poetically living'/><category term='تقدیم به همه اساتید و دوستان خوبم'/><category term='she went'/><category term='ZINAT'/><category term='nor of Paradise'/><title 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mozahem nemisham aslan!:***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-8172468329924245785?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/8172468329924245785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=8172468329924245785&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/8172468329924245785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/8172468329924245785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2010/10/hoooooooora.html' title='Hoooooooora'/><author><name>Joan of Arc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397267788869648150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-5602052228456422472</id><published>2010-08-14T09:16:00.014+04:30</published><updated>2010-08-14T09:36:51.856+04:30</updated><title type='text'>! لاله عزیز تولدت مبارک</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;در جمع رفیقان تو شدی شمع و گل و پروانه / زادروز تو بُـــوَد روز شعف ای گل لالــه&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;چه لطیف است حس آغازی دوباره&lt;br /&gt;و چه زیباست رسیدن دوباره به روز زیبای آغاز تنفس&lt;br /&gt;و چه اندازه عجیب است ، روز ابتدای بودن&lt;br /&gt;و چه اندازه شیرین است امروز&lt;br /&gt;روز میلاد&lt;br /&gt;روز تو&lt;br /&gt;روزی که تو آغاز شدی&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*** تولدت مبارک لاله عزیزم ***&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1389/05/23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt; تا اطلاع دومی&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zamannews.ir/view.aspx?ID=890425046"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.zamannews.ir/view.aspx?ID=890425046&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...هر دم از این خانه دری بسته اند&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-969184874758409209?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/969184874758409209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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آغـاز کردیــم / بـه رسـم شاگــردی مهر استاد نفیسـی فراموش نکردیـــم&lt;br /&gt;نــگــــــارش ، عشــق مــن امـا ســه دستـــور داشـت / بــه لطــف حـیاتــی و تـاجـیـــک رنـجـــی نـداشــت&lt;br /&gt;خــوش آن روزهــا در محضــر دکتر قهرمانـــی / که گر یـــاد آوری آنچــه در آن روزها گفتی، قهرمانــی&lt;br /&gt;حــضـــورش مـایــه ی آرامــش و تـســلای دل مــا بـــود / کلاســـش محفلـــی از بهتریــــن افکــــار بــــود&lt;br /&gt;اگــر هستــی تــو یــادش ، بـه او بفـــرسـت سـلامـت / دعــا کــن کـه او بــاشــد ، در همــه حــال سـلامــت&lt;br /&gt;پــس از سالـــی و انـــدی ، آشنـایـی بـا ادب(ادبیات) آغـاز شد / در پـــی اش بــی تابـی و دلواپسـی دنبـال شد&lt;br /&gt;بــــانـــی اش آیـــــا تـــــو یــــاد آری کــــه بــــود ؟ / آری ای دوســــت ، دکــــتـر اخــــوان بــــــــــــــود&lt;br /&gt;سـیـر و نـثــر و نـقــد و صنـع ادبــی / شعـر و گــودو، شـــاهکــار ادبــی&lt;br /&gt;She's the master of all those / My love is a red red rose !&lt;br /&gt;از میـــان اســاتیـــــد ، میـشنـــاسیــــم یک یمــــوت خاصـــه / که هست او استـــاد ارشـــد هـم در پارســــه&lt;br /&gt;بُــــــوَد استــــاد مطبـــوعــــات و رمـــــان و مــکــــاتـب / امیـــد هر جـــا که هســت دور از مصـــــائـب&lt;br /&gt;گــــرچـه می دانـــم کـه جبرانـــی تـو را کرده هـــلاک / ای رفیقـــا دان تــو رنــج صالحی چون عشق پاک&lt;br /&gt;خــاطـــرات آن روزهـــا بـــر قلب خود حـــک میکنیـــم / بر ِز یاد بردن دوستیهایمــان شـــک می کنیــــم&lt;br /&gt;گـــرچـــه شعـــرم هست خالـــی ز قافیـــه های آنچنانـــی / ببخشــــا کــه مــن آن را ســــرودم نــاگهانــــی&lt;br /&gt;سپیـــــدا چـــه خـــوش گفتـــــی ایـــن شــعـر نـــاب / که امــــّید دوستـــانت بــــماننـــــد پیـوستــه شــــاداب&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;سپیده قیطاسی&lt;br /&gt;25/4/1389&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-8139014481529829228?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/SopRXItiDKI/AAAAAAAAABw/bBnVLfTXSU4/S220/3Jokes_Baby%2520(5).jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-8366779090238557262</id><published>2010-07-13T12:21:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2010-07-13T12:36:12.720+04:30</updated><title type='text'>!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;سلام به همه. کسی میدونه اینجا چه خبره؟ عکسا کجاست &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;لاله جون کمکککککککککککککککک&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-8366779090238557262?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/8366779090238557262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;بايد از مردم دانا ترسيد!&lt;br /&gt;بايد از قيمت دانش ناليد!&lt;br /&gt;وبه آن‌ها فهماند&lt;br /&gt;كه من اينجا فهم را فهميدم&lt;br /&gt;من به گور پدر علم و هنر خنديدم!&lt;br /&gt;كار ما نيست شناسايي هر دمبيلي&lt;br /&gt;كار ما اين است كه مدرك در دست&lt;br /&gt;فرم بيگاري هر شركت بي پيكر را پر بكنيم&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;پی نوشت:دوستان این صرفا برای خنده بود و اگه جایی از شعر به کسی برخورد من قبلا و قلبا عذر می خوام...خواستم دور هم باشیم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-9039514961923801441?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/9039514961923801441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-397865802727871400</id><published>2010-06-02T08:08:00.028+04:30</published><updated>2010-06-13T09:34:02.408+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1389/03/10'/><title type='text'>... و اما، چهار سال گذشت</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;این عکس رو هم به یاد &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;خانم دکتر قهرمانی عزیز،&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; بانی این وبلاگ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; و خاطرات خوبی که با ایشون داشتیم اینجا میذارم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/TBRkqjhY9RI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-PhLtupQSmU/s1600/Image721-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482117328669308178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/TAXZetebJmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bspHPKk_rW0/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478023643392583266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/TAXZetebJmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bspHPKk_rW0/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/TAXYo2PlhMI/AAAAAAAAACw/ntzV6CYc1f8/s1600/DSC_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478022718033331394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/TAXYo2PlhMI/AAAAAAAAACw/ntzV6CYc1f8/s320/DSC_0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/TAXXCLxQ_wI/AAAAAAAAACg/1sFhP1uUUlw/s1600/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478020954285211394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/TAXXCLxQ_wI/AAAAAAAAACg/1sFhP1uUUlw/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/TAXVvm1tFqI/AAAAAAAAACY/7iZ1biCd83A/s1600/DSC_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478019535622444706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/TAXVvm1tFqI/AAAAAAAAACY/7iZ1biCd83A/s320/DSC_0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... چهار سال گذشت&lt;br /&gt;به سرعت برگریزان در پاییز&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;... چهار سال گذشت&lt;br /&gt;به ارزش جهد زنان بر سر جالیز&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;... چهار سال گذشت&lt;br /&gt;با &lt;strong&gt;بقچه ای&lt;/strong&gt; پر از خاطرات درشت و ریز&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;... و اما، چهار سال گذشت و در نهایت &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;... کاسه ی صبر ما از این همه &lt;strong&gt;کلاس جبرانی&lt;/strong&gt; لبریز&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;، سلام به همگی&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;اول از همه بگم که شعر بالا رو خودم سرودمااااا ! ;) اوهووووم ! ;) وقتی داشتم این پست رو آماده میکردم، خیلی دلم گرفت، چون خاطرات آخرین روزا رو توش گذاشتم. ولی این از طرفی باعث خوشحالی هم هست، چون این لحظات برای همیشه ثبت شدن. فقط از همه ی دوستام خواهش میکنم که این وبلاگ رو هیچ وقت فراموش نکنن و هر از چندگاهی مطلبی چیزی اینجا بذارن، امیدوارم اینجا برای همیشه مثل یه پاتوق جاودانه برای هممون باشه و فراموشش نکنیم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;... شاد و پیروز باشید &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;سپیده 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Trilogy, Vol 1) by Paul Auster</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ifile.it/hetcmfi/59665___auster_paul_city_of_glass.rtf"&gt;http://ifile.it/hetcmfi/59665___auster_paul_city_of_glass.rtf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-4146493657771324405?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/4146493657771324405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=4146493657771324405&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/4146493657771324405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/4146493657771324405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2010/05/city-of-glass-new-york-trilogy-vol-1-by.html' title='City of Glass (The New York Trilogy, Vol 1) by Paul Auster'/><author><name>لاله</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968748858348316521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-4980369056147228275</id><published>2010-04-11T12:37:00.003+04:30</published><updated>2010-04-11T12:40:04.271+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Attention!!! فوری</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ms Karimi's Testing Class, on Teusday Morning is canceled this week (24 farvardin 1389). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Plz inform one another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-4980369056147228275?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/4980369056147228275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=4980369056147228275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/4980369056147228275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/4980369056147228275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2010/04/attention.html' title='Attention!!! فوری'/><author><name>لاله</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968748858348316521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-8192867411876778869</id><published>2010-03-14T10:30:00.009+03:30</published><updated>2010-03-14T10:48:05.171+03:30</updated><title type='text'>نیایشی در آستانه سال جدید</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/S5yK_ie1ugI/AAAAAAAAACQ/kzhYaS7zcfU/s1600-h/persiangraphic_haftsin-norouz-7sin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448382473404004866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/S5yK_ie1ugI/AAAAAAAAACQ/kzhYaS7zcfU/s320/persiangraphic_haftsin-norouz-7sin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;پروردگارا، عشق خودت را در من عمیق تر گردان تا در اعماق قلب خویش دریابم که عشق ورزیدن، فنا شدن و غرقه گشتنم در عشق تو، چه اندازه شیرین است. بگذار تا عشق تو با شور و اعجازی فرای وهم و خیال، بر من مستولی شود و مرا از خود اعتلا دهد. بگذار تا آواز عشق سر دهم. ای معشوق من، بگذار تو را تا بلنداها در پی آیم. بگذار تا روح من روزگار به ستایش تو سر کند و از برای عشق به وجد آید. بگذار تا تو را بیش از خویشتن دوست بدارم و خویشتن را تنها از برای تو. بگذار در اطاعت از قانون عشق که شعشعۀ توست، همۀ کسانی را که به حقیقت تو را عاشق اند، دوست بدارم.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...آمین&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;توماس آکمپیس&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;پیشاپیش سال نو مبارک&lt;br /&gt;23/12/1388&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-8192867411876778869?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/8192867411876778869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=8192867411876778869&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/8192867411876778869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/8192867411876778869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='نیایشی در آستانه سال جدید'/><author><name>3p!d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14879316293934930745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/SopRXItiDKI/AAAAAAAAABw/bBnVLfTXSU4/S220/3Jokes_Baby%2520(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/S5yK_ie1ugI/AAAAAAAAACQ/kzhYaS7zcfU/s72-c/persiangraphic_haftsin-norouz-7sin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-7000025158786662344</id><published>2010-02-27T18:17:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2010-02-27T18:21:27.890+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;پس ایمیلاتون کووووووووووووووووو؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;فقط سارا ایمیل فرستاده&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-7000025158786662344?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/7000025158786662344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=7000025158786662344&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/7000025158786662344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/7000025158786662344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>لاله</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968748858348316521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-7830228621316365595</id><published>2010-02-07T10:49:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:03:23.415+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Drama 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear pals, anyone of you that registered in the class: drama 2- Dr. Akhavan, plz put your Email here so that I'll send you the files. I've Already send them to Zinat and farzAneh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-7830228621316365595?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/7830228621316365595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=7830228621316365595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/7830228621316365595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/7830228621316365595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2010/02/drama-2.html' title='Drama 2'/><author><name>لاله</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968748858348316521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-6980915306186242382</id><published>2010-01-30T23:30:00.005+03:30</published><updated>2010-01-30T23:42:24.857+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Literary Movements (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After seeing my mark...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/S2SRnR2os2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LA1spor26NE/s1600-h/Yamoot+stroke.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432627154509149026" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/S2SRnR2os2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LA1spor26NE/s400/Yamoot+stroke.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sympathy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alwayZ Sympathy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-6980915306186242382?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/6980915306186242382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=6980915306186242382&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/6980915306186242382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/6980915306186242382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2010/01/literary-movements-1.html' title='Literary Movements (1)'/><author><name>لاله</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968748858348316521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/S2SRnR2os2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LA1spor26NE/s72-c/Yamoot+stroke.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-5965704059718684153</id><published>2010-01-07T14:56:00.008+03:30</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:29:45.054+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by 1'/><title type='text'>!لیک محال است که من خر شوم</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;گيرم كه مي كشيد&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;گيرم كه مي بريد&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;گيرم كه مي زنيد&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;با رويش ناگزير جوانه چه مي كنيد؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-5965704059718684153?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/5965704059718684153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=5965704059718684153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/5965704059718684153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/5965704059718684153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_07.html' title='!لیک محال است که من خر شوم'/><author><name>Tolani Roots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717313753530063776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-3912741086041600760</id><published>2010-01-04T19:43:00.006+03:30</published><updated>2010-01-05T12:24:02.295+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by 1'/><title type='text'>-&gt;&gt;Let's Heal Iran&lt;&lt;-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C67tnzKDQGA/S0IZ6FBkteI/AAAAAAAAADo/L6-uiFabq8Y/s1600-h/Heal%20The%20World.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422925386879383010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C67tnzKDQGA/S0IZ6FBkteI/AAAAAAAAADo/L6-uiFabq8Y/s320/Heal%2520The%2520World.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;little girl talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(I think about the generationsand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they say they want to make it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a better place for our children and our children's children &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so that they they they know it's a better world for them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and I think they can make it a better place)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's A Place In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I Know That It Is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And This Place Could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be Much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brighter Than Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And If You Really Try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You'll Find There's No Need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In This Place You'll Feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's No Hurt Or Sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cuz There Are Ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Get There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For The Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make A Little Space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heal The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make It A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And The Entire Human Race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For The Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If You Want To Know Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's A Love That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cannot Lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love Is Strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It Only Cares For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Joyful GivingIf We Try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We Shall See&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In This Bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We Cannot Feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fear Or Dread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We Stop Existing And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Start Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then It Feels That Always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love's Enough ForUs Growing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So Make A Better World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make A Better World...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heal The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make It A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And The Entire Human Race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For The Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And The Dream We Were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Conceived In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will Reveal A Joyful Face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And The World We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once Believed In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will Shine Again In Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then Why Do We Keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Strangling Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wound This Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Crucify Its Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Though It's Plain To See&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This World Is Heavenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be God's Glow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We Could Fly So High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let Our Spirits Never Die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In My Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Feel You Are All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Create A World With&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No Fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Together We'll Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See The Nations Turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Their Swords&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Into Plowshares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We Could Really Get There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If You Cared Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For The Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make A Little Space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Make A Better Place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heal The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make It A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And The Entire Human Race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For The Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You And For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-6086301407221779160</id><published>2010-01-02T12:17:00.007+03:30</published><updated>2010-01-05T12:22:52.917+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by 1'/><title type='text'>Thoreau's answer was to transgress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C67tnzKDQGA/Sz8MsmsiYRI/AAAAAAAAADY/ws-iR15AIsg/s1600-h/27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422066436818493714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C67tnzKDQGA/Sz8MsmsiYRI/AAAAAAAAADY/ws-iR15AIsg/s320/27.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Unjust laws exist: shall we be content to obey them, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;or shall we endeavor to amend them, and obey them until we have succeeded, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;or shall we transgress them at once? ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Under a government which imprisons any unjustly, the true place for a just man is also a prison."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Resistance to Civil Government" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;by Henry David Thoreau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C67tnzKDQGA/Sz8NBRBpAEI/AAAAAAAAADg/SoQFN_7w_7U/s1600-h/dfs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422066791778680898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C67tnzKDQGA/Sz8NBRBpAEI/AAAAAAAAADg/SoQFN_7w_7U/s320/dfs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-6086301407221779160?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/6086301407221779160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=6086301407221779160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/6086301407221779160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/6086301407221779160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2010/01/thoreaus-answer-was-to-transgress.html' title='Thoreau&apos;s answer was to transgress'/><author><name>Tolani Roots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717313753530063776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C67tnzKDQGA/Sz8MsmsiYRI/AAAAAAAAADY/ws-iR15AIsg/s72-c/27.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-6222914682128428576</id><published>2010-01-01T20:00:00.014+03:30</published><updated>2010-01-05T12:21:54.285+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by 1'/><title type='text'>کی میتونه جز من و تو درد ما رو چاره کنه</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C67tnzKDQGA/Sz4roCBkPCI/AAAAAAAAACY/e03fts-oVFY/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421818968138857506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C67tnzKDQGA/Sz4roCBkPCI/AAAAAAAAACY/e03fts-oVFY/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;یار دبستانی من &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;با من و همراه منی &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;چوب الف بر سر ما &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;بغض من و آه منی &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;حک شده اسم من و تو &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;رو تن این تخته سیاه &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ترکهٔ بیداد و ستم &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;مونده هنوز رو تن ما &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;دشت بی فرهنگی ما &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هرزه تمومه علفاش &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421820720632138530" style="WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C67tnzKDQGA/Sz4tOCkhiyI/AAAAAAAAACw/cdDkB_B3Iuc/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;خوب، اگه خوب &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;بد، اگه بد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;مُرده دلای آدماش &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;دست من و تو باید این پرده‌ها رو پاره کنه &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;کی میتونه جز من و تو درد ما رو چاره کنه &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...یار دبستانی من&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C67tnzKDQGA/Sz4ugnEvnUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZDadnkKRJV8/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421822139180227906" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C67tnzKDQGA/Sz4ugnEvnUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZDadnkKRJV8/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C67tnzKDQGA/Sz4u64bjM5I/AAAAAAAAADA/2S6-CdOGvho/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421822590515884946" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C67tnzKDQGA/Sz4u64bjM5I/AAAAAAAAADA/2S6-CdOGvho/s320/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-6222914682128428576?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/6222914682128428576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=6222914682128428576&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/6222914682128428576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/6222914682128428576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='کی میتونه جز من و تو درد ما رو چاره کنه'/><author><name>Tolani Roots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717313753530063776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C67tnzKDQGA/Sz4roCBkPCI/AAAAAAAAACY/e03fts-oVFY/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-124547421896774017</id><published>2009-10-31T20:43:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:26:18.286+03:30</updated><title type='text'>«Elle» est le meilleur “CHANTEUR” que j’ai jamais vu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SuxyeGGpCQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/hmoUDLEmM74/s1600-h/DSC01266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398815914670491906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SuxyeGGpCQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/hmoUDLEmM74/s320/DSC01266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear Mona,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My condolences and congratulations&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why and how I became dumb for such a long time!!!! Anyhow, if I don’t say “Hello” and “Goodbye”, “How are YOU?” and “What’s up?”, while we are sitting beside one another, it’s because my hear t is talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does she say?!!!! Beats me! I just receive a bumping sound AND a GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD feeling of being along. I’ve learned and am learning a lot from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for BEING a marvelous Tolaniroot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With The Best Regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Laleh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-124547421896774017?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/124547421896774017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=124547421896774017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-6125244871040100198</id><published>2009-10-16T00:58:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2009-10-16T01:00:15.610+03:30</updated><title type='text'>عاشقی کن</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CReza%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   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dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;ولی آخر کلاسيها&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;لواشک بين خود تقسيم می کردند&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;وآن يکی در گوشه‌ای ديگر «جوانان» را ورق می زد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;برای اينکه بيخود های‌و هو می کرد و با آن شور بی‌پايان&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;تساوي‌های جبری را نشان می‌داد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;با خطی خوانا بروی تخته‌ای کز ظلمتی تاريک&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;غمگين بود&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;تساوی را چنين بنوشت : يک با يک برابر است&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;از ميان جمع شاگردان يکی‌برخاست ؛ هميشه يک نفر بايد بپاخيزد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;به آرامی سخن سر داد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;تساوی اشتباهی فاحش و محض است&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;نگاه بچه‌ها ناگه به يک سو خيره گشت و معلم مات بر جا ماند&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;و او پرسيد: اگر يک فرد انسان، واحد يک بود&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;آيا يک با يک برابر بود؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;سکوت مدهوشی بود و سوالی سخت&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;معلم خشمگين فرياد زد آری برابر بود&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;و او با پوزخندی گفت&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;اگر يک فرد انسان واحد يک بود&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;آنکه زور و زر به دامن داشت بالا بود و آنکه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;قلبی پاک و دستی فاقد زر داشت پايين بود؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;اگر يک فرد انسان واحد يک بود&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;آنکه صورت نقره گون، چون قرص مه می‌داشت بالا بود&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;وآن سيه چرده که می ناليد پايين بود؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;اگر يک فرد انسان واحد يک بود&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;اين تساوی زير و رو می شد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;حال می‌پرسم يک اگر با يک برابر بود&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;نان و مال مفتخواران از کجا آماده می‌گرديد؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;يا چه‌کس ديوار چين‌ها را بنا می‌کرد؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;يک اگر با يک برابر بود&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;پس که پشتش زير بار فقر خم می‌گشت؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;يا که زير ضربه شلاق له می‌گشت؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;يک اگر با يک برابر بود&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;پس چه‌کس آزادگان را در قفس می‌کرد؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;معلم ناله‌آسا گفت&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;بچه‌ها در جزوه‌های خويش بنويسيد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;يک با يک برابر نيست&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-3880686217760814196?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-5973055059383703772?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/5973055059383703772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=5973055059383703772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/5973055059383703772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/5973055059383703772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_16.html' title='هنرپیشه ماه از استاد شهریار_ یادش گرامی باد'/><author><name>moon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599705330967836593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-2580693359514439853</id><published>2009-09-12T11:04:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:13:18.139+04:30</updated><title type='text'>دوبا ره مهر</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;سلام دوستای نازنین..بر و بچه های ورودی 85 دانشگاه الزهرا...&lt;br /&gt;حالتون چطوره؟ترم جدید هم داره شروع میشه و میریم که یه آغاز دوباره رو در کنار هم تجربه کنیم.تا چشم به هم بزنیم این ترم هم تموم میشه و فقط خاطره هاش می مونه.کاش این ترم همه با هم تلاش کنیم حالا که سال آخر کنار هم بودنه قدر بدونیم و از تک تک لحظاتش استفاده کنیم و بهترین لحظات رو خلق کنیم...&lt;br /&gt;من که هرچی توی این مدت گلومو پاره کردم و گفتم بابا جون شما دانشجویید نه دانش آموز انگا رروی بعضیها اثر نکرد چون باز هم اول مهر پا شدن رفتن دانشگاه..خواهشن بیاین جوونمردی کنین و این ترم با هم متحد و یکرنگ باشین و 4 مهر که میشه شنبه همو ببینیم.امیدوارم این ترم به خودمون و بقیه ثابت کنیم خیلی چیزها رو...&lt;br /&gt;دوستدار همه ی شما&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;حدیث&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-2580693359514439853?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/2580693359514439853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=2580693359514439853&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/2580693359514439853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/2580693359514439853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_12.html' title='دوبا ره مهر'/><author><name>Hadis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225703138633339563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-5761766063994385500</id><published>2009-09-07T00:51:00.005+04:30</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:32:58.574+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she went'/><title type='text'>شعری از استاد شهریار</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;پروانه به حال تو دل شمع بسوزد تنها نه دل شمع دل جمع بسوزد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;امشب گله ات خارج از اندازه شد ای دخت وز آتش تو داغ دلم تازه شد ای دخت&lt;br /&gt;چونین جگر داغ زده لاله ندارد مخروش که پروانه چنین ناله ندارد&lt;br /&gt;از ناله تو اشک من آمیخته با خون ای سینه مجروح الا ای نی محزون&lt;br /&gt;دل می شکنی باز به آواز شکسته ای وای چه سوزی است در این ساز شکسته&lt;br /&gt;پرورده به دامان غمت دایه حسرت این نوگل پژمان من ای مایه حسرت&lt;br /&gt;پروانه زآهت جگر سنگ گدازد با سوز تو آخر دل بیچاره چه سازد&lt;br /&gt;امشب چه شد آخر که نگیری دمی آرام ای اختر برتافته ای دختر ناکام&lt;br /&gt;از نوحه دل انجمنی غمزده کردی بنگر چه به آن مادر ماتمزده کردی&lt;br /&gt;یک نوگل پژمرده بسوزد چمنی را کافسرده دل افسرده کند انجمنی را&lt;br /&gt;بعد از تو به گلزار طرب باد، وزان شد وز باد وزان گلشن آمال خزان شد&lt;br /&gt;پروانه دگر بعد تو با شمع ستیزد در ماتم تو شمع طرب اشک بریزد&lt;br /&gt;بعد از تو رود خرمن عاشق همه بر باد بعد از تو دگر عشق و جوانی رود از یاد&lt;br /&gt;بعد از تو دگر بغض بگیرد گلوی نای بیرون نجهد از گلوی نای بجز وای&lt;br /&gt;بعد از تو می اندر قدح ما همه خون شد پیمانه چو نوبت به تو افتاد نگون شد&lt;br /&gt;از قهر نهالان گل آشوب بپاشد یکباره چمن مجلس ترحیم و عزا شد&lt;br /&gt;طوفان بلا از همه سو باد برانگیخت ابر آمد و سیلاب غم از دیده فرو ریخت&lt;br /&gt;شمع و مه و خورشید شد از آه تو خاموش چون زلف سیاه تو شد آفاق سیه پوش&lt;br /&gt;خوبان مصیبت زده گیسو همه کندند گیسو همه کندند و به خاک تو فکندند&lt;br /&gt;این چرخ پر از کینه دل صاف ندارد وارون تر از این باد که انصاف ندارد&lt;br /&gt;صیاد صفت خم شده دائم به کمین است این پیر کماندار ندانم به چه دین است&lt;br /&gt;با آهوی مشکین من ای چرخ امانی ای سخت کمان دست نگهدار زمانی&lt;br /&gt;این سینه سرور دل عشاق حزین است آن سینه که مستوجب تیر است نه این است&lt;br /&gt;این قلب شکسته است و در او غیر خدا نیست یک لحظه خدا از دل بشکسته جدا نیست&lt;br /&gt;این شمع به کاشانه ما هم زده آتش دانم چه کشیدی تو از این شعله سرکش&lt;br /&gt;من نیز در این سینه دل غمزده دارم من نیز در این شهر یکی گمشده دارم&lt;br /&gt;او رفت که آتش زند آه تو به جانم او رفت که من معنی گفتار تو دانم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;دوستان عزیز این ابیات از قسمت دوم شعری از استاد شهریار به نام «روح پروانه» انتخاب شده؛ برای مطالعه متن کامل ابیات می توانید به دیوان ایشان مراجه کنید&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-5761766063994385500?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/5761766063994385500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-3365214520550228896</id><published>2009-08-06T13:27:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:33:03.198+04:30</updated><title type='text'>جاودانه ها</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CReza%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   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style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;براي ديدن برخي رنگها و فهميدن برخي حرفها از نگريستن و انديشيدن كاري ساخته نيست..بايد از آنجا كه هميشه هستيم برخيزيم..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;(دکتر علي شريعتي)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 0cm 0cm 1pt;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;span class="snippet"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;وقتی کبوتری شروع به معاشرت با کلاغها می کند&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="snippet"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="snippet"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;پرهایش سفید می ماند&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="snippet"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="snippet"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;ولی قلبش سیاه میشود&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="snippet"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="snippet"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;دوست داشتن کسی که لایق دوست داشتن نیست&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="snippet"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="snippet"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;اسراف محبت است.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="snippet"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="snippet"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="snippet"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;دکتر شریعتی&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="FA"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR" style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 0cm 0cm 1pt;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black;" lang="AR-SA"&gt;در نهان به آنانی دل میبندیم که ما را دوست ندارند ودر آشکارا از آنانی که دوستمان دارند غافلیم شاید این است دلیل تنهاییمان&lt;br /&gt;( دکتر شریعتی )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-5052217195817744912</id><published>2009-08-06T13:06:00.003+04:30</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:42:32.755+04:30</updated><title type='text'>سلام</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CReza%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	text-align:right; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	direction:rtl; 	unicode-bidi:embed; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 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من&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;از پيوستگي آسمان ودود دلتنگي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;کمي حوصله کن&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;خوابها گاهي دير تعبير مي شوند&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;فقط بايد دعا کنيم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;که هر چه ابر خيس بر بالاي اين دامنه مي آيد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;بي گريه خدا حافظي نکند&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;تا ما دل از گلايه بشوئيم و در بوي باران تازه شويم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CReza%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 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spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="FA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;تو پرواز می خواهی&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;و من اوج آرزوهایم بالندگی توست&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;نخ بادبادکم را به دستت می دهم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;تا آرزوهایم را به خدا برسانی&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;هرگز گمان مبر که از خیال تو غافلم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;گر مانده ام خموش ، خدا داند و دلم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"  style="font-size:16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"  style="font-size:16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;دوستان عزیزم سلام&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"  style="font-size:16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;این شعر تقدیم به همه ی شما دوستای نازنین&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"  style="font-size:16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CReza%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    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rgb(51, 0, 51);" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;هرجا بودی یادت نره یه عاشقی به یادته&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;دو چشم منتظر به در همیشه چشم به راهته&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;هرجا بودی یادت نره یه بیت جا مونده داری&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;یه هنجره پر از غزل تو غیبتت تو ساکته&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;تو ای عزیز هرجا بودی طنین این صدا بودی&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;برای زنده بودنم نفس بودی هوا بودی&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;قدم قدم تو جاده ها دلیل رفتنم شدی&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;تو خود تنم شدی حتی اگه جدا بودی&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;هرجا بودی یادت نره یه عاشقی به یادته&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;دو چشم منتظر به در همیشه چشم به راهته&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;فقط خیال ناز توست که این سکوت رو میشکنه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;دست نجیب تو فقط تار دلم رو میزنه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;هرجا بودی یادت نره دلم اسیر خواستنه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;وقتی نباشی کاره من روز و شب رو شمردنه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"  style="font-size:16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"  style="font-size:16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"  style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"  style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-5052217195817744912?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/5052217195817744912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=5052217195817744912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/5052217195817744912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/5052217195817744912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='سلام'/><author><name>Hadis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225703138633339563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-3915320969120017468</id><published>2009-06-20T17:54:00.008+04:30</published><updated>2009-06-20T18:10:41.949+04:30</updated><title type='text'>سوتــــــک</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;به مناسبت سالروز شهادت دکتر علی شریعتی&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;نمیدانم پس از مرگم چه خواهد شد&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           نمیخواهم بدانم کوزه گر از خاک اندامم چه خواهد ساخت&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ولی بسیار مشتاقم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                که از خاک گلویم سوتکی سازد&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       گلویم سوتکی باشد، بدست کودکی گستاخ و بازیگوش&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      و او یکریز و پی در پی &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 دم گرم و چموش خویش را بر گلویم سخت بفشارد&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        و خواب خفتگان خفته را آشفته تر سازد&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                بدین سان بشکند در من&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      سکوت مرگبارم را&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.............&lt;/span&gt;                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-3915320969120017468?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/3915320969120017468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=3915320969120017468&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/3915320969120017468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/3915320969120017468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_20.html' title='سوتــــــک'/><author><name>3p!d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14879316293934930745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/SopRXItiDKI/AAAAAAAAABw/bBnVLfTXSU4/S220/3Jokes_Baby%2520(5).jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-6546058230806368421</id><published>2009-06-02T17:37:00.007+04:30</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:10:18.223+04:30</updated><title type='text'>!من عرب نيستم اما اعراب را دوست دارم</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;اين يه انتقاده بدون&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;هيچ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;گونه توهيني به&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;هيچ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; قشر مليت و يا حزب خاصي! پس اميدوارم مثلا يك ايراني با فرهنگ و با درايت تا آخر بخونينش. اين رو هم بگم من با اشغال چند متر از زمين چمن هيچ مشكلي ندارم اما كاري كه قراره انجام شه به نظرم درست نيست و جز رياكاري عده اي معني ديگه اي نداره&lt;br /&gt;ما از شهدامون ممنونيم. ممنونيم چون نذاشتن كشورمون&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ايران&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;به دست عرب ها بيفته. ممنونيم چون از ايران دفاع كردن تا ما&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ايراني&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;باقي بمونيم. ممنونيم چون تا آخرين ذره وجودشون جنگيدن براي حفظ حيثيت آبرو و ايراني بودن&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;... .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;پس چرا داريم زحماتشون رو به باد ميديم؟ اونا مي خواستن ما ايراني بمونيم پس چرا داريم عرب مي شيم؟ يادمون نرفته كه در آغاز سه تمدن بزرگ وجود داشت : چين هند و&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ايران&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. ايران خودمون. كجا رفت اون تمدن و فكر بالا؟؟؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;آيا براي اين كه شهدا واسمون اسوه باشن بايد بدن بي جونشون كنارمون باشه؟ مگه نه اين كه روح تا ابد باقيه؟ پس چرا با روحشون زندگي نكنيم؟ پس چرا تو ذهنمون الگو نباشن؟اين كه يه چاله وسط دانشگاه باشه و داخلش هم چند تا استخون(يا شايد هم يه پوتين و يا يه پلاك –درست مثل يكي از دانشگاه ها!-) يعني چي؟ معني ديگه اي به غير از&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;بت پرستي&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;داره؟ اين جا الزهراست نه بهشت زهرا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ما&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ايراني&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;هستيم و&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; مسلمون&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ايراني&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;بايد اون قدر دركش بالا باشه كه بالاي سر يه&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;چاله ي خالي&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;نايسته و گريه نكنه!!!(من به چشم ديدم كساني رو كه بالاي چاله ي خالي گريه مي كردند! شايد دلشون از جاي ديگه اي پر بود. شايد هم به مناسبت شهادت حضرت زهرا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;س) بود. اما حالا چرا بالاي چاله ي خالي!!!؟؟؟)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ايراني&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; بايد اينو درك كنه كه خاك كردن يه پوتين و اونو به منزله ي اسطوره در نظر گرفتن يعني بت پرستي!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ايراني&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;بايد بدونه براي احترام به شهداش و آرامش روحشون همين بسه كه در زندگيش راه اونا رو پيش بگيره و در يك زمين كه&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;مختص دانشگاهه&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;و يه&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;مكان فرهنگيه&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;پوتين و پلاك نكاره و روح صاحب پوتين رو هم آزار نده. و يه&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;مسلمون&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; هم جدا از اين كه بايد به بقاي روح اعتقاد داشته باشه بايد صبور هم باشه و بعد از خوندن متن دشنام نده.با شما هم هستم! چون هم&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;مسلموني&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;هم يه&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ايراني&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; يه ايراني&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; با فرهنگ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"به اميد آينده اي &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;سبز&lt;/span&gt; براي ايران و ايرانيان"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;با تشكر&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;يك دوست&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-6546058230806368421?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/6546058230806368421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=6546058230806368421&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/6546058230806368421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/6546058230806368421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='!من عرب نيستم اما اعراب را دوست دارم'/><author><name>Tolani Roots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717313753530063776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-39335785383635838</id><published>2008-08-20T23:57:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2008-08-21T00:14:10.302+04:30</updated><title type='text'>EASY ....... DIFFICULT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Easy is to get a place is someone's address book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Difficult is to get a place in someone's heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;....................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Easy is to judge the mistakes of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Difficult is to recognize our own mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Easy is to talk without thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Difficult is to refrain the tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.....................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Easy is to hurt someone who loves us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Difficult is to heal the wound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.......................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Easy is to forgive others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Difficult is to ask for forgiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.....................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Easy is to set rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Difficult is to follow them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.....................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Easy is to dream every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Difficult is to fight for a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Easy is to show victory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Difficult is to assume defeat with dignity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;..............................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Easy is to admire a full moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Difficult to see the other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;...........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Easy is to stumble with a stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Difficult is to get up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.............................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Easy is to enjoy life every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Difficult to give its real value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Easy is to promise something to someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Difficult is to fulfill that promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;....................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Easy is to say we love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Difficult is to show it every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;..........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Easy is to criticize others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Difficult is to improve oneself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;....................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Easy is to make mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Difficult is to learn from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;..................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Easy is to weep for a lost love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Difficult is to take care of it so not to lose it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Easy is to think about improving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Difficult is to stop thinking it and put it into action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.......................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Easy is to think bad of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Difficult is to give them the benefit of the doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;......................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Easy is to receive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Difficult is to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Easy to read this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Difficult to follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Easy is keep the friendship with words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Difficult is to keep it with meanings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Source: An e-mail from a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-39335785383635838?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/39335785383635838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=39335785383635838&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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DIFFICULT'/><author><name>3p!d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14879316293934930745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/SopRXItiDKI/AAAAAAAAABw/bBnVLfTXSU4/S220/3Jokes_Baby%2520(5).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-2090047916468787756</id><published>2008-08-12T23:52:00.001+04:30</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:09:41.404+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Anyway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centered, Love Them Anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives, Do Good Anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you are successful, you win false friends and true enemies, Succeed Anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The good you do will be forgotten tomorrow, Do Good Anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable, Be Honest and Frank Anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What you spent years building may be destroyed overnight, Build Anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People really need help but may attack you if you help them, Help people Anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Give the world the best you have and you’ll get kicked in the teeth, Give the World the best you’ve got anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***From a sign on the wall of Shishu Bhavan, the children’s home in Calcutta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-2090047916468787756?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/2090047916468787756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=2090047916468787756&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/2090047916468787756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/2090047916468787756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2008/08/anyway.html' title='Anyway'/><author><name>لاله</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968748858348316521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-8491659100079919083</id><published>2008-08-03T21:49:00.003+04:30</published><updated>2008-08-03T12:59:08.970+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To All The REAL Friends'/><title type='text'>*** HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY ***</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/SJSYK1bsH4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/pCzOGu3TIYs/s1600-h/wallapper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229972379193319298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/SJSYK1bsH4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/pCzOGu3TIYs/s320/wallapper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Hello my busy classmates !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Although I'm sure that the poor Tolani RoOts is visited RARELY, but today is a special day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;So come on to start sharing something special together.&lt;br /&gt;Let's review our memories. It's just another day !&lt;br /&gt;Let's be together. Unfortunately The CIRCLE of Our Tolani RoOts is changing to a Straight Line that no one can see it's END !&lt;br /&gt;Let's protect it !&lt;br /&gt;And let's RESPECT to Our Perpetual Ideas !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No matter where the journey takes us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter where the path may end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will stand with you forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will be my dearest friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've shared lots of fun and laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've shed many fallen tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will share with you my good times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can share with me your fears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes you'll lead, sometimes I'll follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes we'll lean in each other arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But all the time we both will be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Supporting, caring, safe from harm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So give to me your trust and honor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll give to you my faith and care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter where this journey takes us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the end we'll both be there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lynn King&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;**** &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-8491659100079919083?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/8491659100079919083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=8491659100079919083&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/8491659100079919083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/8491659100079919083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-friendship-day.html' title='*** HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY ***'/><author><name>3p!d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14879316293934930745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/SopRXItiDKI/AAAAAAAAABw/bBnVLfTXSU4/S220/3Jokes_Baby%2520(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/SJSYK1bsH4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/pCzOGu3TIYs/s72-c/wallapper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-237472468759428191</id><published>2008-06-01T15:16:00.004+04:30</published><updated>2008-06-01T15:44:31.287+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SEKC6BDO46I/AAAAAAAAAF8/NNnN-avD5iI/s1600-h/2350021591_41ef558f1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206868052419732386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SEKC6BDO46I/AAAAAAAAAF8/NNnN-avD5iI/s320/2350021591_41ef558f1b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever I come to this respectful place i feel a sort of heartache! how beautifully we learned(?) respect...We all said we believe in SHARING, didn't we?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder where did it all go? aren't we supossed to spread that respect? By sharing, of course.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;These days I see my dear TolaniRoots in a very disrespectful condition! and i wonder whethear i'm behaving disrespectully or...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please Share your Ideas and help me&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THanX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one root of TolaniRoots&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-237472468759428191?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/237472468759428191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=237472468759428191&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/237472468759428191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/237472468759428191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2008/06/whenever-i-come-to-this-respectful.html' title=''/><author><name>لاله</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968748858348316521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SEKC6BDO46I/AAAAAAAAAF8/NNnN-avD5iI/s72-c/2350021591_41ef558f1b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-6122708431115988035</id><published>2008-06-01T14:52:00.004+04:30</published><updated>2008-06-01T15:11:47.223+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SEJ7bvZv5jI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cr084wYLp5k/s1600-h/DSC01989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206859835704862258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SEJ7bvZv5jI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cr084wYLp5k/s400/DSC01989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Special Appriciation to Our &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-6122708431115988035?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/6122708431115988035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=6122708431115988035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/6122708431115988035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/6122708431115988035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2008/06/special-appriciation-to-our-real.html' title=''/><author><name>لاله</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968748858348316521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SEJ7bvZv5jI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cr084wYLp5k/s72-c/DSC01989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-4435753369200629238</id><published>2008-05-07T21:51:00.014+04:30</published><updated>2008-05-12T23:31:01.445+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Teacher's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Sataurday, 14th Ordibehesht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SCHp9mbPBGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QSrAh6lqAu0/s1600-h/DSC01916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197692689458332770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SCHp9mbPBGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QSrAh6lqAu0/s320/DSC01916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SCHp92bPBHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ApZ6pxBW6dI/s1600-h/DSC01918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197692693753300082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SCHp92bPBHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ApZ6pxBW6dI/s320/DSC01918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SCiOmkm__AI/AAAAAAAAAFU/h1dx4g3jE5s/s1600-h/DSC01928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199562563112664066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SCiOmkm__AI/AAAAAAAAAFU/h1dx4g3jE5s/s320/DSC01928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SCiOmUm_-_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Xwmn34d9qIQ/s1600-h/DSC01929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199562558817696754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SCiOmUm_-_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Xwmn34d9qIQ/s320/DSC01929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Sunday, 15th Ordibehesht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SCHp-mbPBKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EoM3ccHU6DU/s1600-h/DSC01933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197692706638202018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SCHp-mbPBKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EoM3ccHU6DU/s320/DSC01933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SCHuumbPBLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/S36b9XTaLMU/s1600-h/Image576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197697929318433970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SCHuumbPBLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/S36b9XTaLMU/s320/Image576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Monday, 16th Ordibehesht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SCHzrGbPBMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WijKEXtQpWc/s1600-h/DSC01940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197703366747030722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SCHzrGbPBMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WijKEXtQpWc/s320/DSC01940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SCH0bmbPBNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/N9mU2v3xhZM/s1600-h/DSC01941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197704199970686162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SCH0bmbPBNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/N9mU2v3xhZM/s320/DSC01941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SCH1G2bPBOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VS2CSd0Zjew/s1600-h/DSC01944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197704943000028386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SCH1G2bPBOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VS2CSd0Zjew/s320/DSC01944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SCiOm0m__CI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OsypMZDbJ-o/s1600-h/10012006049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199562567407631394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SCiOm0m__CI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OsypMZDbJ-o/s320/10012006049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SCiOmkm__BI/AAAAAAAAAFc/EeMReVzIQGw/s1600-h/DSC01938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199562563112664082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SCiOmkm__BI/AAAAAAAAAFc/EeMReVzIQGw/s320/DSC01938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dear Pals, If you have Other pics, It'd be very great to share :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Thank you all, esp KHadije jOOOOOOOn for sharing the pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;With THE BEST Wishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;:x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-4435753369200629238?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/4435753369200629238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=4435753369200629238&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/4435753369200629238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/4435753369200629238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy Teacher&apos;s Day'/><author><name>لاله</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968748858348316521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/SCHp9mbPBGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QSrAh6lqAu0/s72-c/DSC01916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-1662996524715115483</id><published>2008-04-20T12:52:00.034+04:30</published><updated>2008-04-20T16:59:08.914+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To My Real Prof. &quot; Dr. Ghahramani &quot;'/><title type='text'>Great Quotes - "Leo Buscaglia" - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/SAsIIfV4FmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JMqZLB85lMc/s1600-h/leobuscaglia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191251937419859554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="208" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/SAsIIfV4FmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JMqZLB85lMc/s320/leobuscaglia.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* The easiest thing to be in the world is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The most difficult thing to be is what other people want you to be. Don't let them put you in that &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* A single &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can be my garden... a single friend, my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Change&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the end result of all &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;true learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Change involves three things: First, a dissatisfaction with &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;self&lt;/span&gt; -- a felt void or need; second, a decision &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to fill the void or need; and third, a conscious dedication to the process of &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;growth and change&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- the willful act of making the change, &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;doing something&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* The fact that I can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;plant a seed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and it becomes a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; flower&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;share a bit of knowledge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and it becomes another s, smile at someone and receive a smile in return, are to me continual &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;spiritual exercises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* If we wish to free ourselves from enslavement, we must choose &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;freedom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;responsibility&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;this entails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-1662996524715115483?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/1662996524715115483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=1662996524715115483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/1662996524715115483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/1662996524715115483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2008/04/great-quotes-of-leo-buscaglia.html' title='Great Quotes - &quot;Leo Buscaglia&quot; - Part 1'/><author><name>3p!d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14879316293934930745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/SopRXItiDKI/AAAAAAAAABw/bBnVLfTXSU4/S220/3Jokes_Baby%2520(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/SAsIIfV4FmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JMqZLB85lMc/s72-c/leobuscaglia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-242957309763481563</id><published>2008-02-16T13:03:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2008-02-16T13:21:18.582+03:30</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;Attention&lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If you've taken &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;short story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; credits, please read the following stories from the book "structure, sound and sense":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                                  Youth-----------------------------------page 109&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                                  A Hunger Artist-------------------------page 387&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-242957309763481563?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/242957309763481563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=242957309763481563&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/242957309763481563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/242957309763481563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2008/02/attention.html' title='&gt;&gt;Attention&lt;&lt;'/><author><name>لاله</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968748858348316521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-2379802813676442399</id><published>2008-02-12T12:13:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-02-12T12:31:32.568+03:30</updated><title type='text'>EXAM</title><content type='html'>In Engseng Ho's text Ahmad is depended on his country and his ROOT. He is not deceived by jingles of foreign cultures. Unfortunately, most of the east people are becoming far from their own culture and are following western culture. Here, in Iran, usually when we buy stuff, we try to buy those with foreign marks. That might be because those have a better quality; or, maybe the quality is the same but there is no trust on our own products ( however, I beleive more in the first possibility!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish one day we could reach our roots, remember who we are, and there would be no more imitation. Like Henry Giroux, I wish I also could &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;be aware of where I come from.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hated to fight.", I hate to fight too, but FIGHT is not always the physical conflict. It may be the fight between human and nature, destiny. This kind of fight make the person more powerful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-2379802813676442399?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/2379802813676442399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=2379802813676442399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/2379802813676442399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/2379802813676442399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2008/02/exam_12.html' title='EXAM'/><author><name>Aida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460933700744283579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-3243052568259650401</id><published>2008-02-03T10:39:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-02-03T10:50:27.124+03:30</updated><title type='text'>exam</title><content type='html'>E&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;XA&lt;/span&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To continue on the first reading: intellectual and academic search for God by means of our everyday logic never could make me believe in God. They don’t make me sure but make new questions in my mind. However, what recently made my belief stronger was much simpler than these things. It was something that doesn’t match ordinary logics of our life as it’s the same way for most of people. I guess that the final and the most important element in our believes is the feeling making us sure that there is something in contrast with our logic and higher than imagination. For me it was ‘’ Mobius Strip ’’  that I have explained before. I want to say that believes become believes only when they are embodied. The word ‘’embody’’ suggests a sense of relaxation: when something is in your body that’s yours and that’s what gives you peace from inside. This is what our grandparents had much more. It’s the deep deep faith and mental relaxation they owned. Belief, faith, love all are embodied matters and what made Munir Fasheh’s father to be that careful and sensitive about people that just watching smokers cough prevented him from selling cigarettes even without knowing what researches has shown, it is love and the embodied faith toward people that causes attention toward them and their problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My second choice is ‘’Literacy in Theory and Practice’’. It wants to say that reading must be purposeful in order to recall our personal experiences and to know yourself through it better. With a purposeless reading one can’t make contact with the words. As a learner I’d like to learn how to find my experiences connected to words and as a teacher I’d like to find out how to help my students dig in their own experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;‘’Living dangerously’’ is an example of black and white racism in America , the wide difference between two groups of people who are similar in soul but different in color and heart. Unfortunately it seems that the human nature is to rule others when in the position of power. All over the world there are children and teenagers like this boy being sacrified. They live in big colorful cities but their part is nothing of that facilities, education and beauties. These children are in fact both in danger and dangerous. They are in danger for they are growing with no care and no investment and of course no skill, there is nobody to protect their future; and they are dangerous for they may commite illegal works.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My last choice is '' The Graves of Tarim ''. It's a nice text and I realy admire the self-confidence and the power Ahmad has not to use the beautiful clothes his brother sent him from abroad in order to use his own people's products. But I can't make contact to the part he is talking about '' people invoking God when weaving clothes but the foreign ones are made by unbelievers''. I don't think it is that important that the clothemaker is a religious one or not and no doubt that everybody has some believes and somehow faithful to God. However, if my students like talking about it, I'd love to.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarvenaz kargahi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-3243052568259650401?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/3243052568259650401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=3243052568259650401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/3243052568259650401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/3243052568259650401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2008/02/exam_03.html' title='exam'/><author><name>Tolani Roots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717313753530063776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-8538795728912850798</id><published>2008-02-02T21:37:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2008-02-02T21:37:38.060+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Exam / street</title><content type='html'>Reading &amp; learning should be with feeling &amp; understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you read a text you must truly feel every word used in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning/living/understanding they are the key words you need to look for while reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you are reading you should look for new things that have life in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important how you look through the words and their meaning in your mind so the way that you are going to be guided in the way of your reading &amp; understanding is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“different needs &amp; interests lead to new &amp; different skills “ when we feel the emptiness of sth we will try to find it &amp; have it. This need &amp; feeling inside us leads to searching for new things to fill the emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New things can be found in different ways with different methods, some of these new things come from our reading &amp; learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this people want to show us the right way for living, the way that won’t harm anybody. They are trying to teach us how to live for others &amp; with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their thoughts and the way they act is somehow strange for the peoples in today’s world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shabnam fallah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-8538795728912850798?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/8538795728912850798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=8538795728912850798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/8538795728912850798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/8538795728912850798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2008/02/exam-street.html' title='Exam / street'/><author><name>Tolani Roots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717313753530063776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-1444128742941720478</id><published>2008-02-01T17:59:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-02-01T18:59:26.739+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Exam</title><content type='html'>Reading Engseng Ho's text, I feel independency and freedom profoundly. It doesn't just talk about being independent from foreign countries' culture or thought, but also being free of all elements that cause us to forget our freedom or origin; which make us be away from our real 'self'; which cause us to feel that we are nothing. We need these kinds of reading to be taught in our classes to realize that one like Ahmad has been in the world not to accept to be under control of another power, and he won't be the first and the last one.&lt;br /&gt;My parents have always told me that the presence of "Halal" in one's life guarantees  his essence forever, and I've got that "Halal" means the remembrance of God in every moment,  that we are independent to on spirit and  that's  God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giroux's reading reminds me of children whose rights have been rubbed by some selfish people that don't ever consider themselves to be guilty and it's really ridiculous that they  consider the poor(those  children)  to be guilty of their poverty and adversity. Most  of us  (I don't say all of us because there are still some sensible souls) have learnt to put this expression as a main factor to go ahead in life:"All for one " not "All for all", we've learnt to concentrate on just "one", "I", "me", "mine", "my"; I don't say to eliminate this "one" or "I", but I say that everything should start from "one" or "I" and be led to "ones" or "we" and again at last be one( unity: a soul that consists of several souls). Our problem is that we want everything for "oneself" or "myself" not for "oneselves" or "ourselves", we just think about "myself";in fact, we've got stuck in "I" context and don't try to share our stories (which contain our "I") with the others' "I". We always say "He is in trouble, he is sick, he is jobless, he is homeless not &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;!" You see we really don't want to see this "I" in trouble, we do everything to feed this "I" perfectly but by closing our eyes to see "you", "he", "she", "we", "they", "it" and the most important "their right". I like to teach this reading to the students to remember that just "I" doesn't exist in this world, there are always "I"s who are always looking for a some kindness that respect their rights from the others, and also to remember that this "I" has an origin and a destination for which they should do their best because it is consist of numberless "I"s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the skills acquired by students of the "maktab" in Cheshmeh are properly called "ideological";yes, it's th best adjective to  attribute  to them. Since 'ideology' for me means 'the best activity of mind': 'looking at things profoundly': 'questing for the best of best!'. I myself have seen these features a lot in Quran as it orders us to look at the nature of things created by Him seriously not in a shallow way. To dwell(for me means: challenge for existing) with these thoughts "What is the philosophy of creation and life?" and " What are the meanings of these words, these languages of things, of people, around us?". This is students' right to think about "who", "how", "what", "where", and the perfect way to get this purpose can be established by reading Quran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elnaz Torabi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-1444128742941720478?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/1444128742941720478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=1444128742941720478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/1444128742941720478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/1444128742941720478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2008/02/exam.html' title='Exam'/><author><name>elnaz t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01428005011747547876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-1796419973146197355</id><published>2008-01-29T09:23:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-01-29T09:25:30.102+03:30</updated><title type='text'>The Exam</title><content type='html'>Salam. Because the time of our exam wasn't enough to write completely about the texts which Ostad gave us I am going to write about some points. In the second text the thing I like is that he is saying bout his past. He says about what he did. In one line he says:" I hated to fight, but I had to learn…" here I can understand his words. I hate to fight, too; but the world isn't always like the world you want it to be. Sometimes it makes you do the things you don't like to do or you should find another way to pass the situation. Another place he says:" none of us ever dreamed of going to … university". It was very interesting for me because most of the time I have heard that others say: "you should think to a high position for your future". I should always want the best things, so they happen to me; but here I see that he says he didn't dream of it. Another thing is about the last line" one can never be alone with such memories". I think it can be both good and bad. Good because of the fact that you aren't alone. I can remember beautiful memories from my past that don't let me be alone; bad because some of those memories are so sad and sorrowful that may make you upset and bring some troubles for you. Anyway, we should always make a balance between our works. Good luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-1796419973146197355?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/1796419973146197355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=1796419973146197355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/1796419973146197355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/1796419973146197355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2008/01/exam.html' title='The Exam'/><author><name>moon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599705330967836593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-3323307450537819065</id><published>2008-01-13T12:54:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-01-13T13:10:35.051+03:30</updated><title type='text'>have agood time</title><content type='html'>hi my friends. i see that you are studying so much. good luck with your exams. if you aren`t , don`t disturb yourself.one thing: help each other, be sincere, and &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;don`t copy&lt;/span&gt; eachother`s works. only work for yourself not if seeing another then you do that.anyway, did you know that the exam of reading 3 was canceled?&lt;br /&gt;like you all, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;honest&lt;/span&gt; people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-3323307450537819065?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/3323307450537819065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=3323307450537819065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/3323307450537819065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/3323307450537819065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2008/01/have-agood-time.html' title='have agood time'/><author><name>moon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599705330967836593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-4200016901496672815</id><published>2007-12-25T11:42:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-12-25T11:44:00.586+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi every body. There was a class of astronomy and because I like the sky of night, stars and the most important one, my love, moon, I attended the class. There I found lots of interesting things. I write some of them here for you.&lt;br /&gt;_when we look at the sky we are looking at the time not the place and the lights we see from the stars belong to the past. I mean maybe a star that we se tonight has died many years ago but because of the far distant we have, we can see it now.&lt;br /&gt;_Jupiter is a very very big planet. A little smaller than the sun. It has lots of gases and dust around itself and if it was a little bigger we would have had two suns in our solar system. We can say that it is the protector of Earth. Because lots of the stars that hit it if they hit to Earth there would no Earth anymore.&lt;br /&gt;_young stars are &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; and have high temperature. Old stars are&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; red&lt;/span&gt; and have low temperature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-4200016901496672815?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/4200016901496672815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=4200016901496672815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/4200016901496672815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/4200016901496672815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/12/hi-every-body.html' title=''/><author><name>moon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599705330967836593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-7109213919162524189</id><published>2007-12-17T19:37:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-12-17T19:43:25.975+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Most Caring Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The winner was a 4-year-old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. When the boy saw the old man crying, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said "Nothing, I just helped him cry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-7109213919162524189?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/7109213919162524189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=7109213919162524189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/7109213919162524189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/7109213919162524189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/12/most-caring-child.html' title='Most Caring Child'/><author><name>Aida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460933700744283579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-871040836251660152</id><published>2007-12-17T08:19:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-12-17T08:51:24.365+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Hamlet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Summary of Hamlet by William Shakespeare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hamlet&lt;/span&gt; is the son of the late &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;king Hamlet&lt;/span&gt; (of Denmark), who died two months before the start of the play. After King Hamlet's death, his brother, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Claudius,&lt;/span&gt; becomes king, and marries King Hamlet's widow, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gertrude&lt;/span&gt; (Queen of Denmark).Young Hamlet fears that Claudius killed his own brother (Hamlets' father) to become king of Denmark. Two officers and later Hamlet himself saw the  late king Hamlets ghost appear at midnight .The &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;ghost&lt;/span&gt; tells Hamlet privately that Claudius had indeed murdered King Hamlet by pouring poison in his ear .Hamlet is decided to revenge his fathers death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;About Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;critical&lt;/span&gt; view of life ,so he likes to write about tragedy. In his criticism, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;revenge and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;murder&lt;/span&gt; are as central targets and in Hamlet there are many &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;contrasts and conflicts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But honestly , I don’t like his way of writing, of course I think I have this idea of him, cause I compare him with Dickens and other writers .Shakespeare uses &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;old English&lt;/span&gt; so understanding it is somehow difficult for me but I like the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;content&lt;/span&gt; of this story but I don’t like his&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; language .&lt;/span&gt;I think his language is unfamiliar to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY: Zahra Hatami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-871040836251660152?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/871040836251660152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=871040836251660152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/871040836251660152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/871040836251660152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/12/hamlet.html' title='Hamlet'/><author><name>zahra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02398852839453427678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-3133024805876375896</id><published>2007-12-17T08:09:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-12-17T08:16:38.621+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Literary Criticism (short history)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;*Tragedy and Comedy: The internal focus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poets have a strong &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;tendency&lt;/span&gt; to form opinions about their craft and to use these opinions as part of their messages of their poems.                                             &lt;br /&gt;There are many ways for expressing these messages. Here in this book, I have read two ways, &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Comedy and Tragedy&lt;/span&gt;.                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;*Comedy is away in which poets transfer messages while making the readers laugh.       &lt;br /&gt;*Tragedy is away in which poets express their opinions while making the readers sad or even making them cry.                                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;Before reading this book, I thought that when the &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;language&lt;/span&gt; of your poems is comedy, it means you should talk about &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;interesting and funny&lt;/span&gt; subjects and when it is tragedy, it means you should talk about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;disappointing &lt;/span&gt;subjects. But in this book I understood one of the best and effective way of talking about disappointing subjects is comedy, cause while the poet makes people laugh ,he/she makes them understand their problems in an indirect way which is much effective but tragedy makes people sad and directly asks them to solve their problems.&lt;br /&gt;After reading some parts of this book, I understood that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Plato and Aristotle&lt;/span&gt; had ideas about poetry so I decided to study their ideas about poetry (tragedy and Comedy……)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Plato's opinion about poetry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a moral critic. He rejects art and literature because he is moralist .He believes poet is a holy thing, it is winged. &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Poet is like a prophet&lt;/span&gt;, poem should be &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;inspired by God&lt;/span&gt;. There is no invention in him until he loses his sanity, he can do nothing unless he is inspired. He says poetry is not some thing you can learn, it is not rational. It is not conscious so there is no logic behind it .therefore it can not be trusted. There can be truth behind poetry but it must be examined .even the poet does not understand his poetry because it is the result of moment of irrational within the poet. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Plato is idealist&lt;/span&gt; .the world of reality is just an &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;imitation of ideal&lt;/span&gt; world .he says, beauty, goodness is just a copy from an ideal world. Poetry is the copy of the copy so it is twice copied of ideal. It shows that the poet has no knowledge of ideal and the poet lack of useful purpose .Plato says there are 3 art related to every thing. One is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. How to make s.th&lt;br /&gt;2. How to use s.th&lt;br /&gt;3. How to imitate s.th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So a carpenter is superior than a poet .the third one is the lowest art and this art belongs to poets and painters .poet just imitate the surface of reality .there was no imagination in Plato's world. Now I am comparing my ideas about poetry with Plato's and I am going to go through it deeply so I will let you know in my notebook.    &lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY: Zahra Hatami&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-3133024805876375896?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/3133024805876375896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=3133024805876375896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/3133024805876375896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/3133024805876375896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/12/literary-criticism-short-history.html' title=''/><author><name>zahra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02398852839453427678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-1720869904386670652</id><published>2007-12-17T08:00:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-12-17T08:07:55.074+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Summary of Oliver Twist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oliver'&lt;/span&gt;s mother dies when he is born and he is brought up in a workhouse. His first years are cold and lonely and then he runs away to London. But he falls into the hands of &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fagin &lt;/span&gt;and the terrifying &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bill Sykes&lt;/span&gt;. They try to turn Oliver into a criminal .Will he escapes to find a better life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;About Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child ,Dickens endured the harsh conditions of poetry .his family was imprisoned for debt and Dickens was forced to work in a factory at age 12 .These experiences haunted him for the rest of his life .if you pay attention to his stories ,you can understand that in most of his stories he talks about a boy who has many difficulties in his life but at the end  he will succeed .I think Dickens &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;experiences&lt;/span&gt; during his childhood make him write in this way .before reading this book I just thought that he just thinks about negative points of life but after finishing his book ,I understand that he shows the surface of his stories negatively but if I go deeper in his stories ,I really feel positive points in his stories ,I really feel hope because in his idea ,I think being successful after having many problems is much more valuable . About his &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;grammar and language&lt;/span&gt;, I can say in most of the times he used past tense(ed) but when I read the story,I feel present , I mean although in appearance it is s.th that finished in the past but when I read, I feel that it happens now, cause in some parts I really feel myself instead of that boy. Then I start to cry because I feel that pain and I remember a boy that lives near our house somehow with these problems.&lt;br /&gt;In this story, Oliver provides insight into the experiences of the poor and his experiences demonstrate the legal silence and invisibility of the poor.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here is a point that really affects me:&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;                                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that all the human beings are created with &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pure soul&lt;/span&gt; and all of them are innocent, but our activities during our lives can have both positive and negative influence on our lives. The thing that was really interesting for me was that although Oliver had many problems in his life but he did not want to commit a sin, he didn’t want to do s.th wrong.                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;Problems which he had were enough to destroy his pure inner life. But he just considered the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;beauty of being innocent&lt;/span&gt; so he tolerated all of the problems and finally he could be successful in his life and throughout the novel, Oliver's virtuous nature survives the unbelievable misery of his situation.                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Don’t &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;worry&lt;/span&gt;…..&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you have done something wrong, don’t worry, you have time to return to your pureness' myself when I do something wrong, I try to justify myself but actually no problems can justify your sin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;        TRY TO BE WHITE SAME AS THE FIRST DAY OF YOUR CREATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; By: Zahra Hatami&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-1720869904386670652?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/1720869904386670652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=1720869904386670652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/1720869904386670652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/1720869904386670652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/12/summary-of-oliver-twist-oliver-s-mother.html' title=''/><author><name>zahra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02398852839453427678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-4442805301259812617</id><published>2007-12-17T07:44:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-12-17T07:58:06.937+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Summary of the Scarlet letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is about a woman named &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hester&lt;/span&gt;, whose husband was sent to a war ,cause he was a doctor, During her husbands absence, she fell in love with a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;priest&lt;/span&gt; in a church named &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dimmesdale&lt;/span&gt;.After she understood her husbands death, she had illegal relationship with that priest and soon had a child. The court asked her o say the name of babies' father but she didn’t confess so the court made her put the scarlet A on her bosom, to show that she is adultery. Hester named her daughter, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pearl&lt;/span&gt;.After two years Hester's husband came back alive and tried to disturb the priest because he understood the priest was the Pearls father. Finally at the end of story Dim confessed that he is Pearls father and they escaped to other city to live.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;‍Critique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question which comes to my mind was that why the priest didn’t say his name at the first of the story .For finding the answer to my question, I have studied many critiques of this story and finally I got the answer and many other beautiful points about others cultures. The answer of my question is this; the story happened in &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Victorian&lt;/span&gt; time and in that time people were very religious, they all believed Dim deeply as a source of pureness so he couldn’t disturb the people's good ideas about himself. So during the story he had challenges with himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Other points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarlet A: scarlet means red, a means adultery .Why is it Red? Because red is symbol of passion (earthly love not a spiritual love).&lt;br /&gt;Pearl: is &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;valuable&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; product of ugly and dark sin (illegal relationship). Narrator considers Pearl as an elf and wants to say she is devil, because Pearl hasn’t two parents and her father is absent .Pearl is always associated with nature, cause both of them are innocent, so nature is the place of love.&lt;br /&gt;Dimmesdale:&lt;br /&gt;Dim 1) dark: s.th not clean                2) lack of courage/lack of will&lt;br /&gt;Couregness is related to male but here Hester is female and has courage.&lt;br /&gt;*some critics say it is novel of sin, sin against religion and morality but another critic says it is sin of nature ,it is crime of silence by not confessing the name of lover.&lt;br /&gt;*These two partner of same crime (Hester and Dim) are suffering. Hester has external suffering by wearing scarlet letter on her &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bosom &lt;/span&gt;but Dim has internal suffering by wearing scarlet letter on his &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;heart &lt;/span&gt;which is worse than external.&lt;br /&gt;*The writer finds love higher than rules and morals of the strict society because at first he had some religious background but little by little he became more introduced by scientist like Darwin and read their theory and lost his own &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;faith &lt;/span&gt;and this lack of faith has dominated his works. Nearly all his important novels are set in agricultural areas which he grows up in mid 1800.&lt;br /&gt;*About the writers language and grammar I can say although he used present in many sentences but I feel past cause their religion was unfamiliar to me that I can never understand it because some strict rules of their religion made people commit a sin .For example, when one woman's husband die, she must not get marry until ten years. This story helped me know Islam better than before because when I search about history of &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Islam&lt;/span&gt;, I feel the present, it means Islam's rules are &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;eternal&lt;/span&gt;, so I am happy cause of having this eternal religion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY: Zahra Hatami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-4442805301259812617?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/4442805301259812617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=4442805301259812617&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/4442805301259812617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/4442805301259812617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/12/summary-of-scarlet-letter-this-story-is.html' title=''/><author><name>zahra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02398852839453427678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-289806791891961830</id><published>2007-12-16T20:34:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-12-16T20:37:16.474+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Secrets of the Love ( by Kahlil Gibran)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;“Secrets Of The Heart” is an attractive title. Not only the title, but also the content is wonderful. It takes you through your heart, through the soul, and gives you a very very especial feeling which you wouldn’t like to lose. You will really live it and feel it. It’s the experience itself…&lt;br /&gt;     It consists of different stories but with the same motif and the same feeling. Among the stories one of them named “John The Madman” is very familiar to us. It exactly shows the terrible differences of the true religions and what dominant systems pretend to be the religion. They do what they want under the name of the religion and that means under the name of what God says. It clearly shows the rich priests of churches in front of the poor ordinary people. They live luxurious lives and just accumulate wealth while others are suffering poverty. They are like thorns growing among flowers and not letting them grow up… And this is where the great character of Islam “Imam Ali” shows itself to our minds. How he lived was the same way as others. No luxurious life, No wealth but an ordinary simple life.&lt;br /&gt;     It properly shows that every person can read his holy book and understand it depending on his heart and there is no limitation for reading it. Every person can understand and fill God as much as his heart lets him, but that’s ok. For God there is no limitation to fill him…&lt;br /&gt;     It is suitable to call it SECRETS OF HEART since it describes some especial secrets. Secrets of heart that lets you communicate with your God, feel him and talk to him. What is needed is just your light HEART and nothing else. No high education, no wealth, no gold… But a Heart full of love and light…&lt;br /&gt;     Without love nothing will improve. I’m not talking about just the divine love but any other love. Anything you want to do require your love for it, anything… No matter you are wealthy or not, no matter you live in a palace or not but you must have love to live alive…And these small but valuable loves for anything in our lives are a small drop of that greater love for God. They are a preface to the main text to understand it better and to feel it completely…&lt;br /&gt;    If you read this book, you will live it with the bottom of your heart and it will surely sound familiar to you as the problems explained in this book are the problems of all communities with all humans with any religion they believe in, but be careful to not become a ruined flower between apparently these powerful thorns…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;        Be Careful you Light-Hearted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-289806791891961830?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/289806791891961830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=289806791891961830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/289806791891961830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/289806791891961830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/12/secrets-of-love-by-kahlil-gibran.html' title='Secrets of the Love ( by Kahlil Gibran)'/><author><name>bahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08166633300254230652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-6842070379762344152</id><published>2007-12-16T19:08:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-12-16T19:11:45.147+03:30</updated><title type='text'>The Scarlet Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Scarlet Letter “A “is the symbol of adultery- a religiously and socially illegal action done by Mrs. Hester Prynne and her lover Arthur Dimmesdale. The word “scarlet” implies two meanings: First &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; which is usually used to show &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shame&lt;/span&gt;; however Hester was never shown to be ashamed of what she did. She was described to be calm and walking with dignity among the angry people. Second is the implication of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHAMEFUL&lt;/span&gt; which is again in opposition with what Hester thought of her action, but it was the community’s attitude towards adultery.&lt;br /&gt;     The story shows the conflict of passion and Puritanism, of individual and community. It clearly explores the effect of adultery and its punishment in those days in Puritan New England and the reaction of people for this action.&lt;br /&gt;     The writer is concerned to show us different ways of considering adultery. The community implies it as a sin against God, a crime against people, while Hester knows it as the consequence of a natural love. The Colonial State believes it to deserve public punishment while Hester sees no necessity to condemn it publicly…&lt;br /&gt;The writer shows all these reactions without any personal or suggestive idea. He leaves you alone to make judgments yourself about the truth…&lt;br /&gt;     There are four central characters shaping the plot of the story. The most important is Hester, the symbol of loyalty and no selfishness. These are shown when she refuses to name the father of her illegitimate daughter and keeps it a secret. She is shown as adventurous, and nonconformist. She has a tough character and an independent mind. She stands suffering the punishment alone and she could be judged as a scapegoat. She is also honest, shown especially when she told her husband that she never loved him. Next is Arthur Dimmesdale, the popular priest who is also Hester’s lover. He betrayed the religion and never announced himself as the Co-adulterer. If he did so he would ruin all the respect and love people had in their minds and hearts for him.  He was about a coward character but showing the challenges of a priest in Christianity especially in those years of Puritanism. Third is Hester’s husband whom she didn’t love, and he was just the symbol of vengeance and he was to take revenge of Arthur Dimmesdale. A symbol of hatred. And finally is Pearl, the illegitimate daughter. A wild and solitude girl who is the result of a love, a true love, though being known as a sin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-6842070379762344152?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/6842070379762344152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=6842070379762344152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/6842070379762344152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/6842070379762344152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/12/scarlet-letter.html' title='The Scarlet Letter'/><author><name>bahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08166633300254230652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-2198677287618351307</id><published>2007-12-12T18:18:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-12-12T18:21:04.221+03:30</updated><title type='text'>my personal review of the Alchemist(2nd version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Alchemist is a simple, motivational and exciting novel. It is adventurous and at the same time inspirational. I think the writer tended to inspire something, to convey an important message and it was…..The Secret…..&lt;br /&gt;  After seeing The Secret, I felt that there is something special and common between these two. I felt a same motif which is “&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you really want something, the whole universe will conspire, so that you’ll achieve it “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;It is really motivational and energetic, especially when you understand that God talks to you in your dreams. It is wonderful, it causes you to determine to follow your dreams and there is no fear of not reaching it, ‘cause if only you decide, God and the whole universe will help you and show the way to you. No matter how impossible it is, just DECIDE…&lt;br /&gt;   I have really experienced it, and I have seen the wonderful result. Once a chemistry Olympiad was taking place in Tehran for school students, I decided to take part, however, I wasn’t prepared for that. I told myself that there was no problem and I would be successful because I really wanted it to happen… And it happened… I…Succeeded…&lt;br /&gt;   I have seen many people following this rule of the Alchemist and getting the results. They are really contented people, always happy in their lives as they always follow their destiny and listen to what God tells them in their dreams. They never go with the fate but go through the way of destiny, the way at the end of which God awaits them. They are never afraid of getting lost on the way of destiny since they believe that the whole world is there to help them, to show the way to them by means of the OMENS…Omens are the language of the universe. Better to say language of God. By the time you decide to follow your dreams. You start learning this language of God….&lt;br /&gt;   So why not be happy people? Why not enjoy our lives? Why not follow the way God shows us? Why not going towards our lovely God and embrace him? Why nottttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt???????????????&lt;br /&gt;   And Why? Why always be afraid? Why always be suspicious of the right way? Why always lying to ourselves? Why letting us go with the fate? Why being weak? Why always be miserable while we can be happy? Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy??????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;    Every one of us has some dreams when we are a child and we are desperate to reach it, but when we get older we stupidly decide that it’s impossible to make our dreams come true and it’s a long way and then we give up…. And some of us tell the world’s biggest lie to ourselves and it is: Sometime in some point during our lives something happens that makes us give up. But we ourselves know that that forceful thing is our lazy mind and nothing else….&lt;br /&gt;    I have decided to follow my dreams and what I really want, because I want to be a happy person. I have decided to not tell myself lies and not to let me to the hands of fate but to go through the long but beautiful way of destiny to meet God. Moreover I will learn many things, as the way of destiny is a wonderful teacher. The least thing I will learn is the language of Omens, the language of the universe, the language of God… I want to follow The Secret…. Because as long as you know the secret and do nothing for that, It’s not no longer a secret….&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-2198677287618351307?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/2198677287618351307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=2198677287618351307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/2198677287618351307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/2198677287618351307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-personal-review-of-alchemist2nd.html' title='my personal review of the Alchemist(2nd version)'/><author><name>bahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08166633300254230652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-2029001468204077216</id><published>2007-12-10T09:42:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-12-10T09:55:31.103+03:30</updated><title type='text'>THE LAW OF ATTRACTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;IMAGING-WANTING-SHARING-HAVING-FEELING-BEING-BECOMING-LOOKING-THINKING-SEARCHING-THINKING-ATTRACTING-CHANGING-CHALLENGING-LOVING-ASKING-FRIENDS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The law of attraction at least happened to me many times.When i wanted to enter the university with all my single bit of my heart and my mind in English major .Although i was not accepted in first year,i kept trying and loving  with the law of attraction and attention and finally i reached my goal.I am happy with it    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;THANKS GOD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-2029001468204077216?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/2029001468204077216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=2029001468204077216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/2029001468204077216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/2029001468204077216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/12/law-of-attraction.html' title='THE LAW OF ATTRACTION'/><author><name>Zinat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-7851976100982692835</id><published>2007-12-10T09:38:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-12-10T09:51:28.545+03:30</updated><title type='text'>thoughts power</title><content type='html'>i think i knew this law before ,when i was child my mother always said:"have good thoughts about others and yourself.she meant "(niyyat)."i felt its inner power .i had many experiences in my life that based on the secret law but i can't remember all of them.for examole when i wanted  something i would gain itafter while.NOW i know what was that.it's my thoughts provide them for me not outer power in univers!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-7851976100982692835?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/7851976100982692835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=7851976100982692835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/7851976100982692835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/7851976100982692835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/12/thoughts-power.html' title='thoughts power'/><author><name>khadijeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15849486984801477549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-468220405723984560</id><published>2007-12-10T09:33:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-12-10T09:46:47.376+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f65fT_u8lao/R1zZtgkc3tI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zwTgKMNy2hg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142224250410426066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f65fT_u8lao/R1zZtgkc3tI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zwTgKMNy2hg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;there are lots of good things in the world that gives us good feeling. so why we think about the bad things that MIGHT happen. we can give to our selves positive thoughts by looking for good events in our life by looking into the full part of the glass.can enjoy any thing that happens if have a good feeling through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-468220405723984560?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/468220405723984560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=468220405723984560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/468220405723984560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/468220405723984560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/12/there-are-lots-of-good-things-in-world.html' title=''/><author><name>ShaBNaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12310829154803311973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f65fT_u8lao/R1zZtgkc3tI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zwTgKMNy2hg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-5182661477430932494</id><published>2007-12-10T09:30:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2007-12-10T09:46:58.575+03:30</updated><title type='text'>THE SECRET</title><content type='html'>the secret is a film that says&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"we can!"&lt;/span&gt; we can do every thing.it has lots of worthy words;the words i can easily hear but i think they are the things taking a lot of time for me to see them completely and correctly. i know all the things it says but the problem is here that i amnot the person who believes every thing very soon and that is because of the things have happened to me. i should work on this film and it`s words to improve myself.i have an experience from the sentence one said in the film that every thing we feel and think today happens to us.i didn`t believe in it but i always was thinking about seeing someone i like very much. i saw him oneday and i was very surprised and happy.little by little i am trying to make these things more powerful;but on the critical side all the things they say can`t happen completely.they talk just about the things that are related to the person,herself,not the things that are related to the others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-5182661477430932494?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/5182661477430932494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=5182661477430932494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/5182661477430932494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/5182661477430932494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/12/secret_7170.html' title='THE SECRET'/><author><name>moon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599705330967836593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-5889346655653818251</id><published>2007-12-10T09:19:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2007-12-10T09:46:43.066+03:30</updated><title type='text'>The Secret</title><content type='html'>The Secret tells me about the most powerfull law in the world, that is the effect of my feelings and emotions on my works.Every body can transform possitive or negative energy, whether to himself or to others. As we saw in the documantry the person who was worried about not being late, became really late.As for me whenever in cold weather I think with myself about not getting cold, I catch cold, really bad colds.But when we learn how to reveal this &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;SECRET&lt;/span&gt; we will be very pleasant, the secret which is known by &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;EVERY BODY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-5889346655653818251?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/5889346655653818251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=5889346655653818251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/5889346655653818251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/5889346655653818251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/12/secret_10.html' title='The Secret'/><author><name>Narges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151980147768563896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-405703487350099919</id><published>2007-12-10T09:19:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2007-12-10T09:36:23.488+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Secret</title><content type='html'>it's very good to watch such psychological movies or books at the time u have patience to pay attention to them.as far as i'm concerned,they work for me for some days or week.but my idea is i have to believe those ideas and make them inner inorder to make them longlasting.I think the best point of life is having peace of mind.some have them in their inner self and some need to practice and use some tools to achieve this kind of peace.we can practice at the beginning of our way by these motivations(psychological movies and books)and then try to shape it ourself and also transfer it to other people.it's a very nice advice:&lt;strong&gt;Be Happy And Make Happy&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-405703487350099919?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/405703487350099919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=405703487350099919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/405703487350099919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/405703487350099919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/12/secret.html' title='Secret'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763582806912872263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-1093766093608669732</id><published>2007-12-10T09:19:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-12-10T09:46:24.488+03:30</updated><title type='text'>A new day,A new experience</title><content type='html'>Every time you want to talk about the law of attraction there is sth to say about it because the experiences are infinite, non_stop events.As Mrs. Ghahremani told me it's a new day with new experiences.About two Years ago i attended a conference by Dr.Azmandian who is nowadays giving lectures to many people about technology of thought(the law of attraction).He told us the story of his life and how the law of attraction has helped him a lot to change his life.During that conference there was a vast and huge energy among the audience.But when people go out of these conferences you feel that the energy fades away.I want to say that this is just the atmosphere which affected them.After that there is no evidence of that energy during the conference.I've thought about it very much.The point is how to make it practical to see the consequences in your life.I think this is a big project and needs much effort with it.I can say that praying can help us a lot in this way.We can start from this moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-1093766093608669732?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/1093766093608669732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=1093766093608669732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/1093766093608669732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/1093766093608669732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-daya-new-experience.html' title='A new day,A new experience'/><author><name>Hadis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225703138633339563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-2035896197587604553</id><published>2007-12-10T07:49:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-12-10T08:02:33.321+03:30</updated><title type='text'>the real experience of my own</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Every time i wanna talk about the law of attraction,my real experiences come up.I have used it in my life many times.But the most important one was when i was suffering from a bad anxiety for about six years.Those horrrible days which were the worst days in my life can be never forgotten.I was battling with all my effort,my soul and my body.although it was a very very hard experience,it had a big lesson for me.I'm eager to see your experiences here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-2035896197587604553?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/2035896197587604553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=2035896197587604553&amp;isPopup=true' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The name &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hard&lt;/span&gt; Times, I think is really suitable for this book of Charles Dickens who I prefer to call Chickens. My reason for that is my feeling towards the atmosphere of this book. I don’t know if you have ever felt &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hard &lt;/span&gt;or not but if you put yourself in the place of the characters like Louisa, you will really feel &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hard.&lt;/span&gt; The book was based on the idea of always using facts and never even to mention emotions. Of course this was the idea of the main character named Mr. Gradgrind. He, at the beginning of the novel was shown to teach his school children to make their lives upon facts, numbers and quantity. He always insisted that 2 times 2 is always 4 and nothing else…&lt;br /&gt;    Mr. Gradgrind brought up his children upon this idea, however, they wished to live in a different way. Of course the result was a girl as Louisa who had no art, no emotion and no other sign of femininity. She was made to marry an old man named Bounderby whose idea was similarly facts and facts…&lt;br /&gt;    It is really useful to sometimes use your hear, use your emotions during your life. Sometimes your heart will tell you something that your mind is not capable of telling. I have experienced it many many times in my life. I’ve referred to my heart while making decisions, I have treated people according to my heart, I’ve done many things according to my heart and the result was wonderful. The least important is that I’ve become happy and contented and this has motivated me and has given me energy….&lt;br /&gt;    Unfortunately there are always some people always who believe in facts and worse than that is their making others to follow their strict idea… This is what makes people unhappy, these kinds of people especially those who are forced to live like that are always miserable…It is really annoying to do what you want according to the facts while your heart and your emotions tell something exactly opposite and what THEY say is more appealing to you… So it was really a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HARD&lt;/span&gt; TIME for those who were forced to live for facts…&lt;br /&gt;    I haven’t finished the novel yet, but as far as I read it, I really felt myself feeling Hard and annoyed, remembering the situations I have to follow the facts not what my heart wants.&lt;br /&gt; This doesn’t mean that facts are always stupid, but it is actually stupid to ALWAYS follow the facts….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-4478639059943601649?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/4478639059943601649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=4478639059943601649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/4478639059943601649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/4478639059943601649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/12/hard-times-by-chickens.html' title='HARD TIMES by Chickens'/><author><name>bahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08166633300254230652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-3411373095357606158</id><published>2007-12-06T17:34:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-12-06T17:42:59.470+03:30</updated><title type='text'>The Hajars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The other week I read the book &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'The Alchemist'&lt;/span&gt;... I like the way he writes....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think he's very much in touch with his heart and specially with his &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;.He's very similar to &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Molana&lt;/span&gt;,I think.Both of these&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hajars&lt;/span&gt; talk about the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;soul&lt;/span&gt; of the world,they talk about devine love,about the world beyond this world of us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They make &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; and soul very perceptual..........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway,I like what they write because I belive what they belive and I agree with what I think they wanna say....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-3411373095357606158?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/3411373095357606158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=3411373095357606158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/3411373095357606158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/3411373095357606158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/12/hajars.html' title='The Hajars'/><author><name>bahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08166633300254230652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-5492084642417680460</id><published>2007-12-01T10:21:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2007-12-01T10:29:09.627+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Think positively</title><content type='html'>In the Secret there were sentences which I had heard before a lot. In the past I didn't trust to these things but from the time I saw the person I like best, little by little I am thinking some of them are true; of course I believe that there should be lots of patience. In the film there was a sentence "thoughts become things" I touched an example of this. I know a person who someone had told him "you have an enemy who is a woman" this person had believed it and thought that the woman was doing bad and dangerous things to him. I was very surprised because I didn't see anything; but, because he thought so, he saw so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-5492084642417680460?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/5492084642417680460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=5492084642417680460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/5492084642417680460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/5492084642417680460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/12/think-positively.html' title='Think positively'/><author><name>moon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599705330967836593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-8822507488716945526</id><published>2007-11-30T13:02:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-30T13:12:00.410+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Whispers !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A man whispered, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;God, talk to me!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;. Then a bird tweeted, but the man didn't listen.&lt;br /&gt;After that the man shouted, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;God, talk to me!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;. And there were thunders through the clouds, but again the man didn't listen.&lt;br /&gt;The man looked around and said,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;God, let me see you&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;. And a star shinned upon the sky like never before. However, the man didn't lift up his eyes to the sky and didn't notice.&lt;br /&gt;Then the man shouted desperately, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;God, touch me. Let me feel you!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; At that moment, God came down from the heavens and touched the man gently on his cheek. Yet the man took off the beautiful butterfly from his cheek and continued his way.&lt;br /&gt;This must remind us God is always by our side, in everything: in the great and in the simple things, even in those to which we pay no attention at all. &lt;em&gt;God talks to us all the time, through the most simple and unexpected things . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Don't miss them!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-8822507488716945526?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/8822507488716945526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=8822507488716945526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/8822507488716945526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/8822507488716945526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/11/whispers.html' title='Whispers !'/><author><name>3p!d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14879316293934930745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/SopRXItiDKI/AAAAAAAAABw/bBnVLfTXSU4/S220/3Jokes_Baby%2520(5).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-6764296043773275541</id><published>2007-11-28T09:21:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:37:26.790+03:30</updated><title type='text'>motherhood</title><content type='html'>What,s motherhood? is it only loving our children?if we love our children, it,s because we love ourselves and it has little motherhood in it. even if we like our adults, husband , other relatives, it all has loving ourselvees in it ,cos,we like tio be loved. it is much near to the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ego&lt;/span&gt; we talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  motherhood has taking care about others, thinking about what happens around us and why, lots of responsibility, respect, thought , change.... in it . it is much closer to the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;self&lt;/span&gt; we talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  have you seen mothers taking their children to school when blocking the street , bothering others, to be near to the school door? they are good mothers in their opinion , but do you see motherhood in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It is is not the only problem, i see it in many aspects of life here. it is one of things absent in our relations and i think it is a real danger. only think about what happens around us and why?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Where are we going to be and what we will herit for others, especially for &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; children!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-6764296043773275541?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/6764296043773275541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=6764296043773275541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/6764296043773275541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/6764296043773275541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/11/motherhood.html' title='motherhood'/><author><name>simaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225198153916303599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-5075976514783398837</id><published>2007-11-28T07:53:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-28T07:53:54.486+03:30</updated><title type='text'>The Law Of Attraction</title><content type='html'>I am very impressed by the movie "The Secret". I think it is more than just a movie, it is a lesson. They're teaching us "The Law Of Attraction", the most powerful law in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;The law of attraction states that u attract EVERYTHING in ur life. U attract people, objects, situations, etc. &amp;amp; u attract them by the thoughts u have in ur mind, whether they're positive or negative. In one part it states that u get the bad things because u EXPECTED them. This expectation is the thought in ur mind, u have focused on that expectation. This has happened for  me many times, both for positive &amp;amp; negative thoughts. My focusing on my thoughts made them happen, even if it was unconsciously. I think it will be easy to focus on positive thoughts, &amp;amp; a little bit difficult for focusing on negative thoughts. It's practising is difficult. Anyway, all is in our minds &amp;amp; related to our thoughts, feelings &amp;amp; attentions. Let's try, we can get what we want to get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-5075976514783398837?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/5075976514783398837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=5075976514783398837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/5075976514783398837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/5075976514783398837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/11/law-of-attraction.html' title='The Law Of Attraction'/><author><name>talin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10723645685905362845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-7881135620104053527</id><published>2007-11-26T23:22:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-26T23:30:22.966+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Do you wanna be an ALCHEMIST?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; “When you really want something, the entire world conspires to help you reach it. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Always listen to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Follow the omens that God has leaved for you in the way to your destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The language of the world, the soul of the world “…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;These are the recurrent sentences of this book. Paulo Coelho in this book encourages people to follow their dreams. All the people when they are a child, they have some special dreams and are eager to make them come true, their heart tells them to do so, but only a few of them listen to it. Most of them forget about their dreams since it seems to be a difficult journey. This group finally decides to go through the life as it actually is and put themselves in the way of the fate. Usually when they are asked why not following their dreams they respond: Sometimes during your life something powerful happens that stops you following your dream and makes you give up…&lt;br /&gt;But Coelho says that this is the world’s biggest lie…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;“Whoever you are, or whatever it is that you do, when you really want something, it’s because that the desire is originated in the soul of the universe. It’s your mission on the earth. The soul of the world becomes happy by people’s happiness.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;DON’T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;WORRY….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you really follow your dream, God will show the way to you by the language of omens in the world. Omens always try to talk to you; they have a language which is common among the world. It is the language of the universe. No matter you talk English, Arabic, Spanish or whatever, all of us are made by the same hand and we have the common language. The way of our destiny is a great test on reading the omens and learning the language.&lt;br /&gt;      We are from the soul of the world and will go back to it some day. But those of us are happy that follow their dreams and learn to read the language of the world and speak it before going back…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Alchemist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a kind of a book that every time you read it, you will learn something new. It is full of &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;learning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;reading…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-7881135620104053527?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/7881135620104053527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=7881135620104053527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/7881135620104053527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/7881135620104053527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/11/do-you-wanna-be-alchemist.html' title='Do you wanna be an ALCHEMIST?'/><author><name>bahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08166633300254230652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-3517212289947253191</id><published>2007-11-26T08:36:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-26T09:42:12.271+03:30</updated><title type='text'>The story of a hatred of English</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi,every body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to say a fact to you about my learning story.when I was about 10 years old,my father encouraged me to study English . so I registered in one of the English institute .Unfourtunately a person who was responsible to teach us was inexperienced so I could not be successful in learning English .From then on I hated English .  and I had a bad idea about this language,but when I was in the third year of guidance school,I decided to try learning this language again soI registered again and this time in contrast with last experience I succeeded. I want to say that always thw start and beginning of every thing is important and it will shape   our insights but if you have any bad experience , &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DO NOT PUT IT AWAY&lt;/span&gt; . try again .surely because of your &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;eagerness&lt;/span&gt; you will succeed.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-3517212289947253191?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/3517212289947253191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=3517212289947253191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/3517212289947253191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/3517212289947253191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/11/story-of-hatred-of-english.html' title='The story of a hatred of English'/><author><name>zahra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02398852839453427678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-2069223926085946126</id><published>2007-11-26T08:17:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-26T09:36:58.790+03:30</updated><title type='text'>learning,knowing,discovering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;learning is like dicovering, when  trying to learn something new i am discovering.as i get in to one subject &amp;amp; going deep through it i am finding more details &amp;amp; lots of things that is unknowen.when i name my self as a learner i will have a big  job to do not just reading, looking,searching,... and after that live it apart and do nothing about it. it must let the mind in trouble &amp;amp; be some thing unsolved to make the learner look for the answer.through the learning i can find new things, the things that i didn't know befor. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;life long learning&lt;/span&gt;=&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; does for oneself&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;learning&lt;/span&gt; is an &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ENVOLVING &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-2069223926085946126?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/2069223926085946126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=2069223926085946126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/2069223926085946126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/2069223926085946126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/11/learningknowingdiscovering.html' title='learning,knowing,discovering'/><author><name>ShaBNaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12310829154803311973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-3488286812836157014</id><published>2007-11-26T08:09:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-26T09:46:56.128+03:30</updated><title type='text'>death and active attention</title><content type='html'>one of concerns in life is death. we have heard abouth life and death and after death in religion but how can we behave when we are faced with , can be a new concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  in the past , death was as simple as life , but now there are many questions about it as there is about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  in the book "respect - an exploration" written by sara laurence-lightfoot published by persues books-in year 2000- the last chapter "attention", the answer to question "how to behave one who is facing death or disease going to death" the answer is simply "BE PRESENT"  and for the relatives "be present in their loss and grief".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "birth and death join at such moments, inviting our full attention. for the dying and the living. the immediate moment is the most significant.  NOW IS ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "active attention is not about shutting up or not talking. it is more about attitude. one of the most important aspects of presence is revealing a gentle curiosity about the person and expect nothing in return."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "dying people want to live their lives the way they,ve always lived them. people don,t fear biological cessation, they fear what dying will do to life the way they have known and experienced it. dying people want to be in control , but they are asking for power over a specific , personal, mundane world of their own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "the person in crisis wants to know that the healer knows her story implicity and explicity, that it is unique and fascinating, that the healer is listening at this time and this moment to only her story. and she want to be assured that the healer has heard it all before,"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-3488286812836157014?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/3488286812836157014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=3488286812836157014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/3488286812836157014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/3488286812836157014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/11/death-and-active-attention.html' title='death and active attention'/><author><name>simaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225198153916303599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-6984228183213594280</id><published>2007-11-25T10:33:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-25T10:39:48.077+03:30</updated><title type='text'>A PART OF MY LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hi. I think some of you, as Hadis said, are confusing. But I think with this way little by little I am learning to know myself; then, after that I will be the learner of other things. I don’t think we should be a learner in just a second. Anyway,I wrote my life and my learning during it. IT was so long; so I write some lines of it here. I was so active in the years I was between 9 and 14. I did so many things and I learned how to accept a responsibility and do it completely and correctly. For example for sometime I was responsible for selling the edibles. Once my friend and I lost a little money of the store so we put our money instead of that and I learned an important story. For sometime I worked in library. The world of library with those books was so beautiful and pleasant that I couldn’t stop reading books. With these activities I learned how to behave with elders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-6984228183213594280?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/6984228183213594280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=6984228183213594280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/6984228183213594280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/6984228183213594280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/11/part-of-my-life.html' title='A PART OF MY LIFE'/><author><name>moon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599705330967836593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-3768221529197549923</id><published>2007-11-25T07:39:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-25T07:55:09.600+03:30</updated><title type='text'>non_stop learning &amp; ?s</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hi everyone.I read some of your comments and all of them were somehow about your experiences.I agree with laleh , Zinat and Zahra.I think the way we are going through is somehow cofusing me and there is a big contrast between ''Being a Real Learner'' and what we are doing now;because as i wrote in my notebook for me quality is always more honarable than quantity.thank you for reading my comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-3768221529197549923?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/3768221529197549923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=3768221529197549923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/3768221529197549923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/3768221529197549923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/11/nonstop-learning-s.html' title='non_stop learning &amp; ?s'/><author><name>Hadis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225703138633339563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-1006593219165716623</id><published>2007-11-24T21:01:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-24T22:05:33.139+03:30</updated><title type='text'>living,learning,being,becoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;my learning process I think was very special since it began whith my mum and dad going to university and beginning of another part of their learning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;learning in my life has begun since I was born as I think every other's has.Because my father and my mother's studies we travelled alot from this city to another and through this the process of my learning shaped and advanced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;by traveling and living with them I aquainted with other people's lives and cultures and I learnt alot from them.I also learnt the policy that we talked about to some extent,that every thing has its time and place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; with every change and difficulty in my life my learning process changed too and it became more and more mine, because we learn some general things and as we grow our learning becomes more part of us .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;when people talked about the learning process I always thought is what people learn in schools and universities but now I think it's only one part of the thing we name learning process and also that the process has many aspects andalsothat  the most  important part is learning ourselves.I think learning is worthy when it make us closer to ourselves not learning for just learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;my learning process will go on and on and actually I'm more interested in it now than any time before since I think about it more and I try to analyze it to get to know its secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-1006593219165716623?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/1006593219165716623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=1006593219165716623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/1006593219165716623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/1006593219165716623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/11/livinglearningbeingbecoming.html' title='living,learning,being,becoming'/><author><name>aquaticnights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328333956995061721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-2445492808300139588</id><published>2007-11-24T20:56:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-24T21:00:16.298+03:30</updated><title type='text'>BEING &amp; BECOMING</title><content type='html'>Learning process in my life maybe be somehow similiar to others,but i am sure they are all my own and nobody can experience it ,i do not remember much about my childhood but there are lessons from that period that will stay in my mind til the end of my life .Such lessons are feeling of fear of losing my dull by darkness ,i felt it ,when i was three or four and my dad bought a dull for me and i was scared every night and i thought that darkness would take my dull,becuse of it,i fell asleep with it by my side in my arms.I felt those days the meaning of deep friendship.In those years i was always playing with my cousins ,i was quarreling with them,they beat me and i did,but something which was important was/ is that after all the things we did in bothering each other ,friendship was/is there in our hearts and it deepened in our minds and hearts.Lessons in my life were taught by my family ,my friends ,my teachers in my elementry school,animals ,maybe you are suprised when i talk about animals but i learnt some lessons from them,for example i learnt from my brother's pigeons that every kind of being wants to be free from limitations that other beings make for them,pigeons tried to set free themselves several times and finally some of them succeeded and at that moment i found although they may face with other problems in the world,they prefered to feel freedom.after that i ask myself if i am really free or not .During the last years of my life ,i really felt sharing in every aspect of my life,sharing the bus-seat with my friend ,sharing thoughts with the old lady in the bus ,sharing smiles with the babies in the bus,sharing someone's feelings with me.........and finally i am learning lessons from all the things around me in every single moment of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEING &amp;amp; BECOMING title&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;username zinat_t2000@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;password tolanirootss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-2445492808300139588?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/2445492808300139588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=2445492808300139588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/2445492808300139588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/2445492808300139588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/11/being-becoming.html' title='BEING &amp; BECOMING'/><author><name>aquaticnights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328333956995061721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-5803941870437436324</id><published>2007-11-24T18:22:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-24T18:46:15.263+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Learn,Learning,Learner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;While reading "Being a learner", I remembered most of my experiences which emphasize this point that all my life I've been  a learner and I will until I die; even after my death the story of me as a learner remains forever.&lt;br /&gt;The stories just need to be retold to see who we were, who we are and who we want to be;to see what we learned in our experiences that formed the person who we are now ( what were the changes? ).&lt;br /&gt;The listeners for these stories are the learners, so when I listen to my previous stories, I'm a learner; when I listen to your stories I'm a learner; and listening to my stories you are a learner.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; As the stories don't stop to be heard, the learning don't stop to be learned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Our stories, experiences, interests bring us together and they need to be shared; burying them in your privacy means burying yourself alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-5803941870437436324?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/5803941870437436324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=5803941870437436324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/5803941870437436324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/5803941870437436324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/11/learnlearninglearner.html' title='Learn,Learning,Learner'/><author><name>elnaz t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01428005011747547876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-3637624637816786519</id><published>2007-11-24T18:18:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-24T18:25:11.367+03:30</updated><title type='text'>LeArNiNg</title><content type='html'>it's really right that learning takes a long time,as long as my life.i've started learning since the day i opened my eyes to this world.i am always learning something.i think learning is not possible without tolerating pain.it's hard most of the time to learn.i myself learn more when i pass a bitter experience and i often promiss myself not to repeat that kind of mistake again but i forget.i think forgetting has the same meaning as unlearning.i mean i often think that i've learnt what is right or wrong but when i don't act the learned thing it seems that i've forgotten it.for example sometimes i see people acting with me very selfishly and i promiss not to be like that with others but i don't remember this all the time.&lt;br /&gt;i think academic learning is important cause it's effect on our daily learning.i visit many people including my teachers and friends in the university and it makes me grow up with new and diffrent ideas and it makes me learn and understand life more and more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-3637624637816786519?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/3637624637816786519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=3637624637816786519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/3637624637816786519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/3637624637816786519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/11/learning.html' title='LeArNiNg'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08763582806912872263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-6482596081592179896</id><published>2007-11-24T12:13:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-24T12:23:13.130+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Where are you?</title><content type='html'>Hello. I was very surprised when I saw that nobody has posted anything yet and I thought that I am the last person. Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;As I was talking to Ruth and Kenneth I found some of their words nice to tell you about: 1."learning is an essential life skill." I hadn't looked at learning as a skill. I thought all people just learn and there is nothing new; but when I see it as a skill I know that it can be improved. If we don't bring the learning to our private lives, they will be so routine and boring as I have experienced it.&lt;br /&gt;2." Respect for others` learning". Have you ever noticed to it before? Unfortunately most people don't think about others. They just say to themselves: "ok, I know this and now I am a big one and I won't teach it to anyone." And when others learn sth wrong or incomplete those people laugh at them! So, YOU, let's help each other.&lt;br /&gt;3. On page 369 they refer to the people who think they are the best and don't let the others talk to them and clear their thoughts. These people are so … I hope you don't belong to this group.&lt;br /&gt;They aren't only these three numbers. I will write the others in another time.I will tell the rest and my learning of my life later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-6482596081592179896?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/6482596081592179896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=6482596081592179896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/6482596081592179896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/6482596081592179896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/11/where-are-you.html' title='Where are you?'/><author><name>moon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599705330967836593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-6724915738858130174</id><published>2007-11-24T12:12:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-24T12:56:31.113+03:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm writing to live, love and learn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/R0fuCFP3UZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DXiA6QqG1QI/s1600-h/SPI0193165_P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136335619575206290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/R0fuCFP3UZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DXiA6QqG1QI/s320/SPI0193165_P.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear reader,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've read an article, "Being a learner" by Ruth Deakin Crick and Kenneth Wilson.&lt;br /&gt;It's about two hours that I've been searching about the writers but I couldn't find much! What I've found which is interesting for me is that Ms Deakin had written a lot of books and articles about learning.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to write about what they've written or what I've learned; I want to "SHARE" what I have NOT learned!&lt;br /&gt;Through past week, OUR 'professors' in Azzahra uni urged my classmates and I to study, to be an active learner!!!!!!!! Some of them directly and some indirectly told us that WE are LAZY! This made me really disappointed and SAD and made me think "Who is a LEARNER?"&lt;br /&gt;I thought I haven't learned who a LEARNER is and after reading the "Being A Learner" I'm sure that neither me nor Ms Deakin, Mr Kenneth, my pals, my family and my ralatives know who a learner is! It is ONLY the proffessors of Azzahra Uni that know "who a learner is"!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided to ask THEM.&lt;br /&gt;Let me promise you that in my next post I'll share the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you GOOD LUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-6724915738858130174?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/6724915738858130174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=6724915738858130174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/6724915738858130174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/6724915738858130174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-writing-to-live-love-and-learn.html' title='I&apos;m writing to live, love and learn!'/><author><name>لاله</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968748858348316521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wo1d_RCbSo/R0fuCFP3UZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DXiA6QqG1QI/s72-c/SPI0193165_P.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-2646727164174957504</id><published>2007-11-18T08:01:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-18T08:02:22.928+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Being different</title><content type='html'>I was thinking that why should I say that all things I read are good and beautiful. I mean why anybody doesn't say that she doesn't like it. This happened for me in reading Leggo`s. of course I like some lines, but I saw that he had collected other's thoughts and it wasn't all his. I think Leggo and I are completely different because I don't understand what he says clearly. Maybe I have changed because I like his writing, that Ostad gave us last term, more. I mean I could feel him more easily. Anyway Leggo`s talking was about poetry which I haven't gone deep in yet. In one part Leggo introduces a woman, Underhill, whom I like her thoughts very much. She says" in silence, stillness, and solitude I am learning to attend to the inner life." I like the silence, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-2646727164174957504?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/2646727164174957504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=2646727164174957504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/2646727164174957504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/2646727164174957504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/11/being-different.html' title='Being different'/><author><name>moon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599705330967836593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-7509823823340885339</id><published>2007-11-16T16:13:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-16T16:23:03.502+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Knowing, Being &amp; Becoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Salam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;By reading Leggo's article for the first time, I found myself in a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sea&lt;/span&gt; of words that it was hard for me to find the relationships between them. At that time, in my opinion the article was made of different subjects, so I &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt; myself in it. But reading it for the second time and trying to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Layered&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Web&lt;/span&gt; for it, helped me to find &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;my position&lt;/span&gt; in it. Then :&lt;br /&gt;I knew My Position ( &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;KNOWING&lt;/span&gt; ), I found out that there is Me ( &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BEING&lt;/span&gt; ) &amp;amp; I can Change and Improve my position all the time ( &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BECOMING&lt;/span&gt; ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-7509823823340885339?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/7509823823340885339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=7509823823340885339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/7509823823340885339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/7509823823340885339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/11/knowing-being-becoming.html' title='Knowing, Being &amp; Becoming'/><author><name>3p!d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14879316293934930745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/SopRXItiDKI/AAAAAAAAABw/bBnVLfTXSU4/S220/3Jokes_Baby%2520(5).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-2629564639596132288</id><published>2007-11-12T09:47:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-12T09:49:22.914+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Four Steps of Reading</title><content type='html'>These four steps are useful because I challenge more with the things I am reading. I think I should work more on it to understand better and go deeper. Except one, I didn't choose the exact words of Leggo for my webs.  For my personal web I didn't write word. I think personal experiences are more than only one word. I couldn't find any sweet experience. The descriptive web was the easiest for me because from the first moment I could imagine a fixed picture for it. There were some words which with matching them I could describe the poetic living. Creative web was a little hard. I couldn't choose some especial words because I can see that the creation is in every where. I should just move one step to find them. In critical web I wrote my questions. Leggo has used some words that I can't see him in them. When I read them I asked why, how,…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-2629564639596132288?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/2629564639596132288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=2629564639596132288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/2629564639596132288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/2629564639596132288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/11/four-steps-of-reading.html' title='Four Steps of Reading'/><author><name>moon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599705330967836593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-191046132595961154</id><published>2007-11-12T09:21:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-12T09:31:35.916+03:30</updated><title type='text'>ING</title><content type='html'>leggo witnesses different backgrounds,talents,experiences and goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; he is not only learning some principals and his experiences in a one-way&lt;br /&gt;relationship with his students . he always is living with his students, witnessing their experiences that adds to his experiences. so the "ing" form is always ready in his grammering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He is not stopped by his label, position,admiration....&lt;br /&gt;he lives in his teaching, it is a kind of learning for him also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-191046132595961154?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/191046132595961154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=191046132595961154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/191046132595961154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/191046132595961154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/11/ing.html' title='ING'/><author><name>simaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225198153916303599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-1255223004608559701</id><published>2007-11-12T09:02:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-12T09:48:15.536+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetically living'/><title type='text'>poetically living</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I witnessed in the text we have that how poetry changes the thoughts and beliefs of a person and give him a clue  and the motivation of knowing,being and becoming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It gives me the fact that how one-sided human being can be and it gives me a new sight . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; poetical living may deepens and sharpens our thoughts but I think it is not the key to being and becoming. I think there should be something in the person who want to live poetical that makes this kind of living effective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;challenges in a person who lives poetical always insert some kind of restlessness in his life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I should think about it more may be it has meanings beyond what I thought...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-1255223004608559701?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/1255223004608559701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=1255223004608559701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/1255223004608559701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/1255223004608559701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/11/poetically-living.html' title='poetically living'/><author><name>aquaticnights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328333956995061721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-7151059614564214103</id><published>2007-11-12T08:46:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-12T09:39:19.355+03:30</updated><title type='text'>...................SALAM......................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of ray of  lights  i see in leggo is sharing,sharing his life with me ,telling me his experiences of life.He tells me about his life sincerely!I  feel his experiences beforei myself experinces them. Other is challenging,i am learning chanllenging with myself.Now i am challanging with everything that i encounter to see whether it has light in it or not.leggo makes my sense of wonder and mystry keen and deep.it means i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;get surprised when i turn to new people ,to new experiences,to new life,to find my position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ba arezoye salamati kamel baraye shoma.Khodahafez.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-7151059614564214103?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/7151059614564214103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=7151059614564214103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/7151059614564214103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/7151059614564214103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/11/salam.html' title='...................SALAM......................'/><author><name>Zinat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-7270646077716287203</id><published>2007-11-12T08:39:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-12T09:26:12.565+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...........................My Witnessing Of Leggo.................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After reading lots of life in Leggo, I really love&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ing&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;form.Leggo's grammaring makes me swimming in the present pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can see just with your eyes,your eyes and your mind,or your eyes your mind and your heart (intelect eye) as a poet; with an unlimited kindness toward life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I also see an intend of being teacher and student,you know,learning continually in Leggo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poetry is an ability that enables you speak with your inner child and relate with your Godly part; that is make silence your mind and listen to every sound in your outer and inner world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Becouse I beleive that everything in the world is versifying its poem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever hear river's poem?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-7270646077716287203?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/7270646077716287203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=7270646077716287203&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/7270646077716287203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/7270646077716287203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/11/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>atrebehesht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06879465114853363876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-7118240493174829286</id><published>2007-11-12T08:35:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-12T09:34:22.523+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hi everybody.How were your webs?Did you show yourself in words? I myself did it. At first I didn't know what to write in descriptive web, so it took me a while to write my words, but for the other webs I didn't have any problem because I've found myself in the words , so I could easily put myself in the words. It was really good to go forward respectively since at last for creation I found alot of words to put myself in. When I look at my webs, I can witness myself;  I mean I can read myself while reading the words.It was a good experience because I got how I look at my inner world. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-7118240493174829286?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/7118240493174829286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=7118240493174829286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/7118240493174829286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/7118240493174829286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/11/hi-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>elnaz t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01428005011747547876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-6376883603504363066</id><published>2007-11-12T08:32:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-12T09:24:57.858+03:30</updated><title type='text'>witnessing my world</title><content type='html'>&lt;Hi everyone.I've seen some of your worlds in your webs although some of them don't have any relationships with your worlds maybe because you (we) are not that much familiar with this style.I said so because when i asked about some of my friend's webs they couldn't describe it as the way it is.some of them told me that they did it and tried just to make it more beautiful.I can't do anything which is nonsense to me.At first when i started thinking about it and about how to find Leggo's feelings(and my feeling as well)in form of words, my mind went blank for hours and i just tried to escape that world.But when i started to give shape to my words i felt that everything has become more clear and i could see myself in the words i've chosen.It's years that i can write my feelings in my notebook but this time something was different about it.The colors which i used shows my world and my experiences.But i confess that for locations i didn't pay enough attention to it.I think it needs working on it more to be able to describe positions and locations for words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-6376883603504363066?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/6376883603504363066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=6376883603504363066&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/6376883603504363066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/6376883603504363066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/11/witnessing-my-world.html' title='witnessing my world'/><author><name>Hadis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225703138633339563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-4153778049307730222</id><published>2007-11-12T08:31:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-12T08:51:27.902+03:30</updated><title type='text'>WITNESSING</title><content type='html'>I witness &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;CREATIVITY&lt;/span&gt; in&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; poem&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;poetry&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;emotion&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wisdom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;DESCRIPTION&lt;/span&gt; in knowing, &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;living&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;conceptualizing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;PERSONALITY&lt;/span&gt; for me is in &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;devote&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;vocation&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;practical&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;language &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;living&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;CRITICISM&lt;/span&gt; exists in &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;seek&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;claim&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;educator&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; REsearch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-4153778049307730222?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/4153778049307730222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=4153778049307730222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/4153778049307730222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/4153778049307730222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/11/witnessing.html' title='WITNESSING'/><author><name>Narges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151980147768563896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-4834505068375170456</id><published>2007-11-12T08:26:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-12T08:59:03.155+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Bala be dooooor !!!!</title><content type='html'>Salam&lt;br /&gt;What a new experience ! Having ONLINE contact with my professor. I don`t like it, because you are not here &amp;amp; I like it because it`s a &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;NEW EXPERIENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I worked on my Web for about 2 days. First when I was choosing the words I had a different feeling about some of them that &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;acknowleged &lt;/span&gt;me to put them in all 4 webs instead of putting them in one special web. All his words had a kind of &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;withness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; and there was a feeling of &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BEING &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BECOMING&lt;/span&gt; in them so I decided to choose this name for it : " &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Khow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Becom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt; I hope you feel better and see you next session.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-4834505068375170456?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/4834505068375170456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=4834505068375170456&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/4834505068375170456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/4834505068375170456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/11/bala-be-dooooor.html' title='Bala be dooooor !!!!'/><author><name>3p!d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14879316293934930745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/SopRXItiDKI/AAAAAAAAABw/bBnVLfTXSU4/S220/3Jokes_Baby%2520(5).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-3863226269921218188</id><published>2007-10-29T09:12:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-10-29T09:20:14.835+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pitying I dropped a tear:&lt;br /&gt;but I saw a glow-worm near&lt;br /&gt;who replied what wailing wight&lt;br /&gt;calls the watchman of the night.   (WILLIAM BLAKE)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-3863226269921218188?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/3863226269921218188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=3863226269921218188&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/3863226269921218188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/3863226269921218188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/10/pitying-i-dropped-tear-but-i-saw-glow.html' title=''/><author><name>mary]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06048720742973553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-2386780739637433327</id><published>2007-10-29T08:57:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-10-29T09:34:57.921+03:30</updated><title type='text'>chestdoc in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I am going to talk about UK doctor who wrote about palestine.his way of writing is very &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;effective&lt;/span&gt; while transferring &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;deep meaning&lt;/span&gt;  .he wrote as if he is alone and no one will read    those papers which are belonging just   to him&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you are writing your diary notes every day in your bedroom.As you know no one will read those papers ,you write very simple without no care of being accused for what you have written ,you confess your mistakes which you usually hide and you escape from. You shout your heart while absolutely silent  ………&lt;br /&gt;And I say the way he writes is like writing diary notes so reminds me this sentence  that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;هر آنچه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; از دل برآيد بر دل نشيند.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                                                                                      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-2386780739637433327?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/2386780739637433327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=2386780739637433327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/2386780739637433327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/2386780739637433327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/10/chestdoc-in-me.html' title='chestdoc in me'/><author><name>zahra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02398852839453427678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-3971884416471084454</id><published>2007-10-29T08:01:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-10-29T08:29:27.628+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Learning</title><content type='html'>For me there are two kinds of learning.One is learning by memorizing, the other is learning poeticaly.I myself have experienced that when I memorize something, soon I forget it.But when I learn poeticaly_by poeticaly I mean by heart,not memorizing,deeply realizing_I feel the matter.The thing would be tangible for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-3971884416471084454?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/3971884416471084454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=3971884416471084454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/3971884416471084454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/3971884416471084454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/10/learning.html' title='Learning'/><author><name>Narges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151980147768563896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-1625437381797032719</id><published>2007-10-28T21:23:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-05T08:34:40.146+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Learning through Living !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think all the moments that I'm living my life, I'm participating in the class of Life. The &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt; is like a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Class&lt;/span&gt; that I should learn some thing useful from it and people who are in relation with me are my classmates that we learn a lot of things from each other.&lt;br /&gt;If I exit from class -life- without learning some thing and without having some thing to say, then I wasted my time only for passing my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-1625437381797032719?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/1625437381797032719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=1625437381797032719&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/1625437381797032719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/1625437381797032719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/10/learning-through-living.html' title='Learning through Living !'/><author><name>3p!d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14879316293934930745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/SopRXItiDKI/AAAAAAAAABw/bBnVLfTXSU4/S220/3Jokes_Baby%2520(5).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-4975071026772008932</id><published>2007-10-28T12:14:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2007-10-28T12:48:27.328+03:30</updated><title type='text'>just feeling</title><content type='html'>I agree with you Elnaz .but what is deep inside you?all these sentences are so beautiful,but in action they are so hard.seeing opened doors is so hard for me.expressing my feelings is so hard.every one should first exprience deeply then start to talk.for me it is like saying things and not doing them.I hope you understand what I said because I can`t explain more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-4975071026772008932?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/4975071026772008932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=4975071026772008932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/4975071026772008932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/4975071026772008932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-feeling.html' title='just feeling'/><author><name>moon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599705330967836593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-688500515755967958</id><published>2007-10-28T12:14:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-10-28T12:35:05.946+03:30</updated><title type='text'>a happy FLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;these days,specially in this class which i called &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;living,loving,learning&lt;/span&gt; we are talking about beautiful things,talking about our feelings and so on.But have you ever thought about how we can make them practical?How we can improve our way of thinking?I was talking to farzane about commiting suicide?why does a person do so?Is it reasonable?what is the GOD's answer to this question?I know it doesn't have anything to do with Molana and Blake but it's for days i'm thinking about it and searching the causes.Can molana help such persons?can any of you help these people?how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;IF THOUGHT IS LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;AND STRENGTH AND BREATH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;AND THE WANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;OF THOUGHT IS DEATH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;THEN AM I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A HAPPY FLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;IF I LIVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;OR IF I DIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-688500515755967958?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/688500515755967958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=688500515755967958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/688500515755967958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/688500515755967958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-fly.html' title='a happy FLY'/><author><name>Hadis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225703138633339563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-1660686405957698604</id><published>2007-10-27T18:52:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-10-27T18:58:17.290+03:30</updated><title type='text'>We are all one, approach of Zinat's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The door itself has never been shut, but we've shut it. We've shut the door of our heart and for reaching our heart again, the door needs to be open but not from outside yea from inside! After knocking from inside and the opening of the door, you can see outside, too!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, bringing the mirror is the best one because we're from you and when you look at yourself in the mirror you can see us,too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-1660686405957698604?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/1660686405957698604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/1660686405957698604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/10/we-are-all-one-approach-of-zinats.html' title='We are all one, approach of Zinat&apos;s'/><author><name>elnaz t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01428005011747547876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-8823526470731097196</id><published>2007-10-24T12:12:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-10-24T12:19:13.522+03:30</updated><title type='text'>SAYINGs From MOLANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mevlana Jalalu'ddin Rumi:&lt;br /&gt;Enough of these phrases, Conceit and metaphors,I want burning, burning, burning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When the Sufi saint Rabi'a heard Salih of Qazwin teaching "Knock and the Door will open for you" she admonished him. "What are you talking about Salih, the Door has never been shut."&lt;br /&gt;The great mystic poet Jalaluddin Rumi wrote, " I knocked and the door opened, but I found I'd been knocking from the inside"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"You've no idea how hard I've looked for a gift to bring You. nothing seemed right. What's the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the Ocean. Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient. It's no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these. So- I've brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me."&lt;br /&gt;Jalaluddin Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-8823526470731097196?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/8823526470731097196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=8823526470731097196&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/8823526470731097196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/8823526470731097196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/10/sayings-from-molana.html' title='SAYINGs From MOLANA'/><author><name>Zinat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-3317649906364836911</id><published>2007-10-22T23:48:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2007-10-23T00:12:05.985+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Continue Starting! ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear pals,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From now on, we're going to TALK with eachother through our posts so please unmark the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;comment option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C67tnzKDQGA/Rx0IDxaJCkI/AAAAAAAAABE/lLan_kC3EJc/s1600-h/connected.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C67tnzKDQGA/Rx0JCRaJClI/AAAAAAAAABM/f5wSpT3NJsU/s1600-h/connected.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124261885654927954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C67tnzKDQGA/Rx0JCRaJClI/AAAAAAAAABM/f5wSpT3NJsU/s400/connected.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-3317649906364836911?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/3317649906364836911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/3317649906364836911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/10/continue-starting.html' title='Continue Starting! ;)'/><author><name>Tolani Roots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717313753530063776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C67tnzKDQGA/Rx0JCRaJClI/AAAAAAAAABM/f5wSpT3NJsU/s72-c/connected.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-4673657517049362265</id><published>2007-10-21T12:57:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-10-21T13:02:56.368+03:30</updated><title type='text'>after reading my friends writings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Talin had asked a question inher writing by the title:running.here is my answer:I like walking in a place that no one is there. I love walking in the rain. I think the rain cleans me. I have a kind of very beautiful peacefulness. It is very nice and I like it very much. She speaks with me and I don't fear of her when she thunders. We sometimes do this (shouting). So she has this right too. She is very sincere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by reading the new rulefrom Shabnam I wrote this:When I found my best love, I should die to receive it completely. So it will never go or change. Then the entire world is for me; because now I am the sky; I can see every body. If quietness…. So I am sure that I am dead because I am quiet and I like it. And now you say I am moon. I am so happy that I want to fly and laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-4673657517049362265?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/4673657517049362265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=4673657517049362265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/4673657517049362265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/4673657517049362265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/10/after-reading-my-friends-writings.html' title='after reading my friends writings'/><author><name>moon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599705330967836593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-1297431107383347184</id><published>2007-10-20T23:15:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:23:47.811+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Molana vs. Blake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE GARDEN OF LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Garden of Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And saw what I never had seen;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A Chapel was built in the midst, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Where I used to play on the green.&lt;br /&gt;And the gates of this Chapel were shut, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I turned to the Garden of Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;That so many sweet flowers bore.&lt;br /&gt;And I saw it was filled with graves, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And tombstones where flowers should be;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And binding with briars my joys and desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;باغ عشق &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;به باغ عشق رفتم&lt;br /&gt;و آن چه را که هرگز ندیده بودم، دیدم&lt;br /&gt;کلیسای کوچکی بر گستره ای سبز&lt;br /&gt;که در گذشته زمین بازی ام بود&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;و درهای کلیسا بسته بود&lt;br /&gt;و بر سر درش نوشته بودند: مبادا چنین و چنان کنی&lt;br /&gt;پس به باغ عشق برگشتم&lt;br /&gt;آن جا که هزاران گل خوشبو روییده بود&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;و دیدم که پُر از گور بود&lt;br /&gt;و به جای گل ها، سنگِ گورها&lt;br /&gt;و کشیش ها با ردای سیاه در رفت و آمد بودند&lt;br /&gt;و با بوته های خار پیوند می زدند شور و خواهش مرا&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;       I read some poems of William Blake and I found out that the similarities of his poems to the Molana's poems are more than the differences of their poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt; Both of them has a special admiration to the NATURE; for instance: Garden, Flower, Day, Night, Sun, Moon, Reed, Greengrocer, Bushes, Dew, Spring, Winter &amp;amp; …. are in most of their poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt; There is the Divine Love in their poems that emphasizes on Real Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt; There are a lot of symbols and comparisons in Blake's poems such as Molana's ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like Molana's poems more than Blake's ones. I think Molana's poems are full of Real Emotions that let me touch them by My Heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-1297431107383347184?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/1297431107383347184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=1297431107383347184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/1297431107383347184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/1297431107383347184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/10/molana-vs-blake.html' title='Molana vs. Blake'/><author><name>3p!d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14879316293934930745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FS0CR_l_uuw/SopRXItiDKI/AAAAAAAAABw/bBnVLfTXSU4/S220/3Jokes_Baby%2520(5).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-6073611305179209396</id><published>2007-10-20T18:25:00.004+03:30</published><updated>2007-10-20T20:24:19.650+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Molana and William Blake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mercy,pity,peace &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; love &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;dwell in me whether i am Muslim,Iranian, Turk, Jew or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;heathen! and this is where God is dwelling, too. This is me,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; the divine one&lt;/span&gt;, you know why because mercy has my heart, pity has my face, peace has my dress and love has my form.This is the love story which declares that God and I  are in each other all along, so I should look for him in myself which is the real self.All these virtues of delight &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(mercy, pity, peace and love) &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in me are from him(God), so he and I are together. I should be careful not to forget who I am and keep on knocking at myself till the joy inside opens a window to see who is there and then sees me outside and invites me to go to inside.In fact,I keep on knocking to reach my heart's desire(the mysterious power inside me) which is exactly what God wants me ... to try to show that I'm alive and understand the meaning of life, since now I'll love myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Molana and William has reached this point that human's soul is from God and they try to show me how to find it. Their languages are different from each other but they both imply one thing and that's the existence of God and his place, their languages are easy to understand because of the simple grammar they've used. This simplicity helps me to tear all the complexities (egoist one) and find my simple language. Taking  everything easy in the framework of what God has asked me . If I think everything is difficult, I'll be far away from my real self since I'm the easiest one! Let me explain it in Farsi I've reached this point:&lt;br /&gt;چرا هميشه بايد همه چيز رو سخت بگيريم؟ چرا بايد فكر كنيم كه راه رسيدن به خدا سخت ترين راهه و فقط پيامبران از عهده طي كردنش بر مي آمدند؟ اكثر ماها مي گيم   (هوو! چه خبره! كي مي ره اين همه راهو! آقا جون سخته ما اهلش نيستيم! از ما بر نمياد قدم تو اينجور راها بذاريم! مارو چه به اين كارا! بذار زندگيمونو بكنيم! پيدا كردن خدا سواي از كار و زندگي ماست!) ميدونين چرا؟ چون همش نق مي زنيم مي گيم سخته سخته من نمي تونم تورو خدا بياين از اين قالب سخته و نمي تونمو آه و ناله در بيايم(با خودمم هستما!) بياين به همه چيز ساده نگاه كنيم و لقمه رو دور سر خودمون نچرخونيم تا به قول خانم قهرماني پوزيشن خودمونو پيدا كنيم.چراهميشه ما به آخرين پله نگاه مي كنيم مگه اولين پله چه مشكلي داره؟همين اولين پله س كه ما رو به اون آخريه مي رسونه ديگه. مولانا ميگه سعي نكن خورشيد باشي سعي كن از يك نقطه كوچك روشن شروع كني و به اون خورشيد برسي مي دوني چرا چون اينجوري طبيعي تره چون اين مايه دسترنج خودمونه تو اولين پله نيازي نيست از كسي تقليد كني چون بالا رفتن ازش آسونه&lt;br /&gt;So let's start from the easiest way to gain the greatest one as God says از تو حركت از من بركت by this everything seems simple to us and we can discover our inside world easily.                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-6073611305179209396?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/6073611305179209396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=6073611305179209396&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/6073611305179209396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/6073611305179209396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/10/molana-and-william-blake_2740.html' title='Molana and William Blake'/><author><name>elnaz t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01428005011747547876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380065459227923715.post-5508926960602792567</id><published>2007-10-20T18:25:00.003+03:30</published><updated>2007-10-20T19:51:00.704+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Molana and William Blake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mercy,pity,peace &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; love &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;dwell in me whether i am Muslim,Iranian, Turk, Jew or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;heathen! and this is where God is dwelling, too. This is me,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; the divine one&lt;/span&gt;, you know why because mercy has my heart, pity has my face, peace has my dress and love has my form.This is the love story which declares that God and I  are in each other all along, so I should look for him in myself which is the real self.All these virtues of delight &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(mercy, pity, peace and love) &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in me are from him(God), so he and I are together. I should be careful not to forget who I am and keep on knocking at myself till the joy inside opens a window to see who is there and then sees me outside and invites me to go to inside.In fact,I keep on knocking to reach my heart's desire(the mysterious power inside me) which is exactly what God want me ... to try to show that I'm alive and understand the meaning of life, since now I'll love myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Molana and william has reached this point that human's soul is from God and they try to show me how to find it. Their languages are different from each other but they both imply one thing and that's the existence of God and his place, their languages are easy to understand because of the simple grammar they've used. This simplicity helps me to tear all the complexities (egoist one) and find my simple language. Taking  everything easy in the framework of what God has asked me . If I think everything is difficult, I'll be far away from my real self since I'm the easiest one! Let me explain it in Farsi I've reached this point:&lt;br /&gt;چرا هميشه بايد همه چيز رو سخت بگيريم؟ چرا بايد فكر كنيم كه راه رسيدن به خدا سخت ترين راهه و فقط پيامبران از عهده طي كردنش بر مي آمدند؟ اكثر ماها مي گيم   (هوو! چه خبره! كي مي ره اين همه راهو! آقا جون سخته ما اهلش نيستيم! از ما بر نمياد قدم تو اينجور راها بذاريم! مارو چه به اين كارا! بذار زندگيمونو بكنيم! پيدا كردن خدا سواي از كار و زندگي ماست!) ميدونين چرا؟ چون همش نق مي زنيم مي گيم سخته سخته من نمي تونم تورو خدا بياين از اين قالب سخته و نمي تونمو آه و ناله در بيايم(با خودمم هستما!) بياين به همه چيز ساده نگاه كنيم و لقمه رو درور سر خودمون نچرخونيم تا به قول خانم قهرماني پوزيشن خودمونو پيدا كنيم.چراهميشه ما به آخرين پله نگاه مي كنيم مگه اولين پله چه مشكلي داره؟همين اولين پله س كه ما رو به اون آخريه مي رسونه ديگه. مولانا ميگه سعي نكن خورشيد باشي سعي كن از يك نقطه كوچك شروع كني و به اون خورشيد برسي مي دوني چرا چون اينجوري طبيعي تره چون اين مايه دسترنج خودمونه تو اولين پله نيازي نيست از كسي تقليد كني چون بالا رفتن ازش آسونه&lt;br /&gt;So let's start from the easiest way to gain the greatest one as God says از تو حركت از من بركت by this everything seems simple to us and we can discover our inside world easily.                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380065459227923715-5508926960602792567?l=tolaniroots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/feeds/5508926960602792567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380065459227923715&amp;postID=5508926960602792567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/5508926960602792567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380065459227923715/posts/default/5508926960602792567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tolaniroots.blogspot.com/2007/10/molana-and-william-blake_9861.html' title='Molana and William Blake'/><author><name>elnaz t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01428005011747547876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
