The blacke shorts you wear

The black shorts you wear

The black shorts you wear,
At night, you were breathing slower.
The moon wouldn't go through the window,
So as not to make the eye
To that silent curvature of your temptation.

Remember?
With your smile, the coffee does not stay bitter,
And your hands
Like my unfinished poems
There was always a place between dream and reality.

Black shorts
Not just a fabric
Rather, the flag of peace after my wars.
Dressed and I gave up,
Unnecessary from words,
No excuses.

Now,
Years of years,
But when I found it in the last drawer
Breathe
It was as if the smell was still left.
And your laughter, which brightened the night.

The black shorts you wear,
The world was as if it were a better place.
Where love
It was still possible.

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Allahu AKbar

"Allahu Akbar"

Allahu Akbar, the dawn's fierce cry,
A sword of truth, beneath the sky.
From golden domes to desert sand,
This cry shakes empires, takes a stand.

Trump in his tower, trembling tight,
The echo of faith, a deadly might.
He felt the rumble deep within,
A quake of justice, burning sin.

No bomb, no coin, nor army’s might,
But Allah’s name brings forth the fight.
In every heart, in every prayer,
His power grows, the tyrants fear.

الله‌اکبر

الله‌اکبر، فریاد صبح‌گاه،
شمشیری از حق، بر سر هر چاه.
از گنبد زرین تا دشت بیابان،
این بانگ، لرزانَد کاخ‌های شیطان.

ترامپ در برجش لرزید از ترس،
صدای ایمان، سلاحی ز مرس.
دلش لرزید از تکان‌های زمین،
گواهی بر ظلم، بر آتش و کین.

نه بمب، نه زر، نه ارتشِ جنگ،
بلکه نام خداست که می‌شکند سنگ.
در هر دل، در هر نماز و دعا،
قدرتش می‌روید، ترس از خدا.

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الله‌اکبر

الله‌اکبر، فریاد صبح است،
تیغی‌ست بر ظلم، همچون سرب داغ است.
از گنبد زرّین تا خاک بیابان،
این بانگ حق، لرزانَد هر شیطان.

آمد صدایی از دل مؤمن،
لرزید عالم، خاموش شد دشمن.
در کاخ سفید، سایه فتاد،
ترس از دل کفر، چون آذر بر باد.

ترامپ، آن مغرور زمان،
دید ارتعاشی در استخوان.
چشمش به شرق افتاد، هراسان،
چون شیر خشمگین از ایرانستان!

الله‌اکبر، فتح دلیران،
بر سنگ می‌کوبد نام ستمگران.
نه بمب، نه زر، نه ارتش کین،
بلکه فریادی‌ست از دل زمین.

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A romantic gas

A romantic gas

In a nuisance night in a village in Serbia, where the sound of violin and the foam of guests filled the wedding night, everyone was waiting for a special moment.
The groom bent over to the bride with a flowering species of shame and taste. The bride smiled, and her friends jokingly said:
"Love Gas!"

The guests stared into the middle of the hall with enthusiasm. The groom, according to an old official, began to launch a piece of the bride's underwear with a tooth - they laughed, applauded, and the grandmothers said:
"God bless you, the old custom!"

At first glance, this custom may be strange to some, but for the people of Bulgaria, Albania, Bosnia, Montenegro, Serbia, North Macedonia and some areas of Greece, this part of Shadieh, part of a culture that begins with joke and intimacy.

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Wild Eyes and love s Desire

Wild Eyes and Love's Desire

Your wild eyes, like stars that burn,
A flame that calls, a heart to yearn.
With every glance, a storm takes flight,
A fierce, untamed, yet tender light.

Your height above, a sight to see,
A graceful soul, so wild and free.
The winds may bow, the skies may bend,
But in your gaze, the heavens end.

And in your hair, a storm unfolds,
Cascading waves of burning gold.
A secret whispered in the breeze,
A love that dances through the trees.

With every step, the earth does sing,
Your beauty vast, a gentle king.
And in your eyes, wild and true,
I see the stars, and only you.

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Technique master dehnavi and western wonders

"Technique of Master Dehnavi and Western Wonders"

Professor Dehnavi, a man with white turban and traditional clothing, was preparing for a large conference at the university. He always had innovations in his teaching, and this time he wanted to teach his students something different and very scientific. Today's Conference Title: "Scientific Relations Techniques: Stop the next move". Professor Dehnavi believed that this new technique was the secret of success in marital relations and decided to explain it with passion to his students.

With the arrival of Master Dehnavi into the hall, everyone was silent and waited for the secrets of marital life. "Today I want to introduce you to a technique that is very popular in the Western world and now we want to teach you this technique," the professor looked at the crowdThis technique is called 'Stop then Move'! '

At this moment, the sound of a few people rose from the crowd. One student raised his hand and asked, "Master, what exactly does this technique mean?"

"Very good, let me explain," said Master Dehnavi, who enjoys the curious looks and inner questions of the crowdThis technique is designed to stop in the middle of the activity immediately. Yes! Stop! You hear it right, remove your penis and wait a few minutes to recover your energy, then start again! "

The students, who seemed to be a little confused, looked at each other. One of the most involved than others shouted, "So we have to stop in the middle of the activity, stop everything? Why?"

"Do you not know? This is exactly what is paid to Western science and psychology," said Professor DehnaviYou should avoid acceleration and excitement, and these stops will make your energy more and deeper. This is the secret of sexual pleasure! "

Meanwhile, one of the disciples, who was more involved in scientific and philosophical discussions, raised his hand and said, "Master, what is thisWhile we have always heard that the relationship should be natural, do you now want to turn us into a lab?! Should we set up a scientific lab in the bedroom?! "

Professor Dehnavi replied in a serious tone: "No, no! This is a completely scientific way. In fact, you have to manage your physical and mental energiesIn the West, they use this technique to better control their emotions and bodies. So you have to learn this technique too. "

"Master, you are making us a scientific and technical project! What kind of relationship is this?Should men and women behave like laboratory machines? "

"Well, you may not be ready yet, but when you perform this technique thoroughly, you will see a huge difference in your marriage," said Dehnavi, who felt a little felt.

At this moment, one of the students got up and said aloud, "Master, maybe you should suggest a cup of fresh tea and a walk in the park instead of these Western techniques. These techniques are more like a drug instruction than what we need in a marriage!"

The crowd was laughing. "Maybe it's right for you," said Master Master a little red and said in a softer tone. "Sometimes simpler techniques like a walk and a honest conversation are more useful than these complex techniques."

Title: "Master Master Technique: Stop-And-Go"

Master Dehnavi was standing in front of a large crowd with a white turban and traditional clothes. Today, he was supposed to introduce a new technique from the Western world to Iran. The technique he called "stop-and-go". The master looked at the crowd with a righteous smile and began to speak.

"Bismillah al -Rahman al -Rahim. Today I want to introduce you to a new technique that is very popular in the Western worldThis technique is known as 'Stop-And-Go'. This technique helps you avoid acceleration and enjoy it. "

The crowd looked at each other with surprised and curious faces. One of the students, who looked more eager than others, raised his hand and asked, "Master, what exactly does this technique mean?"

"This technique teaches you to stop suddenly in the middle of the relationship. Yes, stop! You have to remove your penis and put it in a container full of ice and cold water to cool down and return the energy needed to continue your relationship," Master Dehnavi said.

The audience looked at each other and one of them wondered, "Master, we have to stop in the middle of the relationship and put our penis in ice water? Why?"

"Yes, this is exactly what they pay attention to in the Western world," Master Dehnavi saidWhen you put your penis in an ice container, the energy and blood will return to your body. This will help you avoid acceleration and enjoy the relationship. "

At this moment, one of the students who seemed to be a little more confused than the others said, "Master, it's more like a scientific lab! Are we going to have a refrigerator in the bedroom?"

Master Dehnavi, who noticed his joke, smiled and said, "No, noBut you can put an ice container next to the bed. When you stop and put your penis into ice water, energy will return to your body and get ready to continue. "

Everyone was laughing, and Master Master smiled from today's lesson. Perhaps at this meeting he couldn't convey what he wanted.

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Dance in the arms of the beloved

Dance in the arms of the beloved

Before the butterflies define the memory of the shirt flowers for the blossoms of the shirt and the thin dummies of Damant's hands, start a romantic dance in the heart of the night. A dance that is endless, a dance in which only the heart of the heart is heard, not the concerns of the outside world.

Dancer with the eyes in which all the heavens and seas are lost. The dance that killed all of his love and hope in your breasts, a dance that you will never forget, even when the days become night and years.

Only at this moment, in this dance, you feel what life means. At this moment, money, cars, or anything else is trivial. The only thing that remains is the reminder of the romantic dance you will have in your heart; The dance that is always alive in your heart and never willing nothing from those moments.

These memories are like the sound of an ancient song in Janet, and nothing can take nothing from you. Every time you want, you will remember that life is only in these moments, in the same dances we build together.

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Story Name: "Two Stars of the Farhadan

Story Name: "Two Stars of the Farhadan"

At the heart of the desert nights, where the sky was closer to the earth and the stars were shining like a diamond, a girl named Sarah stared at the sky every night. Among the stars, he was attached to two stars close to the Arctic, the same as his grandfather.

The grandfather always said, "The al -Qaedans will never be separated, wherever there is one, there is another. Just like the hearts that are tied to love."

But Sarah had never understood the meaning of this word, until the night a boy named Arian came to their village. Arian was a young astronomer who traveled there after the silence of the desert to investigate the constellations.

That night, when Sarah saw her, it was as if a star had come from the sky. Arian, with a quiet smile, led Sarah to the night sky and said:
"Do you see these two starsThey are always together, like two hearts that cannot be pushed without each other. "

Something in the eyes and sound of Aryan shook Sarah's heart. On those nights when the sky testified to their romantic looks, Arian and Sara sat under the light every night and shared their dreams.

But the day of separation was close. Arian had to return to the city to continue his research. Sarah looked at the night in silence and said:
"Why can the stars always be together, but we can't?"

Aryan grabbed her hand and said slowly.
"The Darkan only teaches us that the distances are not importantThe important thing is that true love never disappears, even if it is a gap. "

Aryan went, but every night, Sarah looked at the sky, she saw the Ghodans and knew that their love, like these two stars, was eternal.

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I am a woman

I am a woman

All my life I've been worried about what other people say. I'm there on that hotel bed with a man who......It's not like it was God. I didn't have pain that night. I've been in pain all my life. My joints hurt from the inside. When I'm with that man, I don't have any pain. You all can judge me. You can't judge me until you feel my pain. The most beautiful thing in the world is love, like a piece of peace

I'm seducing him, it's embarrassing and weird, that means I'm weird and embarrassing

Sometimes I say what I think others want from me. In fact, I think that whatever you do for love is not strange, I think it is strange to give up on love.... 1

......My husband says that kissing me makes him feel anxious and scared, he doesn't feel at ease with me

Until we treat each other inhumanely? When we start being cruel? When we don't care if the other party dies or lives, is this the end of a relationship in marriage and world?

This time is the end of a life and in the world, human beings need human and moral principles to be together and create, there is really no way back when you have not been touched for a long time and there is an image of these shameful days in life that the parties know the cause and the obvious. They are unaware

Kissing is the most important thing in the world for me

I cook, I clean the children and pack the lunch, he doesn't hit me or kiss me, I'm getting old little by little, but men get old, they're better, they think better and grow a beard... 2.. ........, that he had sex with other people or other men or that he liked to watch me having sex with another manI have no reason to dislike him. The first time I realized this, I realized how much I hate him. He doesn't like to see a woman get what he wants or look at me like his mother.
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Cannibalism

Cannibalism means cannibalism or the custom of eating human flesh by another human being, it is a foreign country that has entered every country and turned the politicians and administrative staff of that country into cannibals who knew their legitimate right to deprive the people of the country of livelihood and housing. And the words of a man will be heard, and these cadres are gradually feeding on the flesh of the citizens for their survival. At the end of 1200 solar years in Iran, by taking the children of Khovanin to Farang and studying and returning to the country, he imposed his culture on the Iranians, and with the cooperation of England, he established a new order in Iran. And the region became a region that provides prosperity and comfort to the people of Engel, Saxon by building an oil well. It is only a game of politics that can turn the people of these countries into worker bees that collect the nectar of plants and give them to the people of the West. A short story There are certainly similar examples in all parts of Iran that have not been explored by researchers, or is it due to fate or free will? In Khomein village of Rastaq district of Golpayegan city, the effects and actions of them are clearly visible. It can be read and investigated. The author intends to lead the questioning mind of the reader to examine these historical cases. Khomein village from Rostaq district of Golpayegan city (Adem Khovari) Khomein village from Rostaq district of Golpayegan city is pregnant with new events. The construction of the magnificent castle by a French architect named Louis III builds its first presence in the neighborhood of Khomein village, then with the development of the castle in the vicinity of the Khomein aqueduct, it occupies the land of Khomein to the extent that the lawsuit of Khomein farmers reaches the point that it hires a person to operate the aqueduct. After the completion of the construction of the castle, the architect completed the construction of the castle with the image of Napoleon's cap. This castle became the beginning of the misery of the people of the region. The village of Goshe was 112 acres of land, 96 of which belonged to the Jews and 16 of which was the tax of the dhimma. It was at the disposal of the government and was given to the colonel. Over the years, the colonel established a strong alliance for himself by using the Jewish settlement areas of Haft Sovaran and the villages of Dalai, Neshin and the villages under the influence of Amir Mofkham by establishing the first Jewish association (Iranian Zionist Organization) in Khuzestan. New in the history of this frontier, he felt that he was busy building and establishing the new government that would mark the end of the Qajar period. The Iranian Zionist Association was founded in Khuzestan between 1297 and 1297 with the cooperation of the countries, France and England, which influenced Many people in Iran formed a triangle of power and together they brought about the end of the Qajar dynasty within ten years. Written by Behnam Mohtarami.

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Satan gave up his title

The lords and nobles who from the beginning of the revolution in the parliament or the ministry of governorship, the governorship, were doing their duty, the religious duty, and they were full nobles in parliamentary work, and they did not give up any effort to destroy the people's house. and educated in farang or universities, which is the quota of the security apparatus, they were left out. The miracles of these farangs are becoming more and more common day by day. Every day, fresher than fresh fruit comes from this garden that they built? In many cities and provinces of Iran, the government has carried out actions that the devil bestowed his title on the named people during a ceremony and said to the named people, curse your father and mother if you say hey, curse the devil, because such measures did not even occur to me, I wrote about the actions of these nobles in 1379 to 1382 they took the youths of Central Province to Khuzestan under the pretext of employment and training in the oil company, then they employed their party affiliates in government and public institutions.2 In 1396 to 1400, they kept disabled people in the cities of Central Province, especially Khomein, in false jobs and replaced these disabled people with their relatives. They hired their party and entertained these people in cooperative companies whose statutes did not specify the cases of disability and the permission of the prosecution and the presence of legal guardians were not specifie

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Mrs. Mahin and Mr. President
Mahin Khanum and Mr. Chairman of the President's Group are not recommended under the age of 18

#The short story of Mahin Khanum and Mr. President# written on 20/02/1396#

Mrs. Mahin and Mr. President

On a spring day when Mehin Khanum was going to the Ismail Bey Mosque, she did not know that between noon and evening prayers, the president of Iran was going to make an election speech in the neighborhood mosque. It is like this that I have come for the progress, truth and righteousness of IranKhanum Mehin, who was not literate and was known for her bluntness and slang, said that if a crow was a surgeon, he would stitch himself upThe speaker who was saying the sentence "Let's stand together and build a moderate Islam and an Islam of mercy in Iran" did not know that Mahin Khanoumi was sitting in the women's assembly and saying sometimes to Eda, sometimes to Usul, sometimes to God, sometimes to the Messenger, causing loud laughter. It's ladiesHe asked for silence while taking a breath, and after the parliament calmed down, he said, "I promise the people that I will eradicate absolute poverty in Iran in the 12th government!" The people present there said that if it was our luck, the donkey's trunk would be a tree for itselfThe women could no longer hold back their laughter, as it became difficult for the president's supporters and companions to control the parliament, and with the blessings and intervention of the police, the noise calmed down a little..Then the president said that saving the economy is reviving morals and interacting with the world. I wasn't done with this sentence yet. This lady didn't need a loudspeaker anymore and her sayings and proverbs could be broadcast and shared sooner than the airwaves. There was so much laughter from the audience that it became more difficult to control the crowd. Vicki, one of the president's bodyguards, went behind the speaker and told them to escort Mehin Khanum to the door of the house. Ches is gone, fart is here, the ruler of mouth is here!

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Ashura

Ashura
Ashura was our playground. My father used to say that Ashura would go to every hole and thorn like a madman, after the water rose due to rain, the tunnels would be emptied in Chale Ismail Bey. The tunnels were related to the aqueduct, which was the place where spring water passed Its source was in Rihan and its tributaries passed through the city. Its water was the dowry of Hazrat FatimaAnd the lands around these tunnels, which were considered part of the Qanat's sanctuary, were the only places where the Khans could not force the poor people, and they had made a shelter for their families with stones, dirt, mud, and sticks. When the flood subsided, Ashura became kind and forgiving like beforeAsghar Gorki would sit on the pit and play the tambourine next to the damp walls. Wazir Aftab would make the children dance by singingOne day, we found a bottle with a picture of a beautiful woman on it. Whenever my father looked at it, he would sneak a look at Grandma and slowly, so that Grandma wouldn't hear, he would say what good things there are in the world, and then he would smell the bottle and say Pif, curse your actions and throw the bottle away. .The glass inside the sand sometimes cut our hands and feet. We went to Ismail Bey's treasured bath and sprinkled the ashes of the bath on our wounds. Every day Morteza Ali's bread was baked in the house of Begum 3 and distributed to the number of people at the door of Ashura's houseWe used to go slowly, steal bread from the house and leave the waist of our pants so that Grandma would not surprise us. When we came out of the room, we did not move our hands freely so that the bread would not fall. And he would sit in the corner of the room and hug his kneesHe shook himself to the left and right, chanting and saying that I went to the grave of the one who married me, he grabbed her breasts and shouted to the sky that my milk will not be halal for you until the Day of Judgment. He used to say that he wished he could not eat bread so that his grandmother would be happyNene, who saw us oppressed and oppressed by the corner of the wall, her heart was burning, she cried and said, "My child, why are you bothering me, how should I answer that dog father at night.Our father's dog was our father's dog, we used to cry with Nene, whenever a child of Ashura's women died, Nene was nice to us for a few days, she would kiss and hug us, sir, our alms would go, but with the first bite of bread that we took from the pot, her curses and moans began. Ashura would have accommodated us in his arms with all his misfortunesWe used to help each other to build a shelter for the new arrivals. We would sit around Gorki and listen to his songs. At night, with dust on our heads and hands, we would crawl blindly to the house, whistling to our grandmother who was squatting on top of the burning round lamp. We were saying helloWhen he saw our hands, with a kind but angry look, he said, "We are miserable, we have to give whatever money we have, and Vaseline for your hands." How long ago did the water of the river rise, and its effect is goneHe was pointing at the wall!The water rose, Ashura was filled and the hole was filled, the water was rising like a fountain, filling the yard and sending flowers into the room, but it didn't have the language to say hello. His white feet were trembling in the water and he was sending salutationsHe used to say that now the water of the world is taking away the storm of Noha Nene, that we are miserable and the house is ruined, O God, we are sinful dogs, come to your door! Bring mercy to my children, he would raise his head to the sky and say, "Hop, hop, oh God, I am a black dog at your door.O God, I am a kitten at your door, Nene hates him and said that you children have ruined the world before the end of time. Do you want God not to do worse than this? To God, if fire comes from the sky, it will be enoughI knew that water does not wash away the world, water only washes mud houses. I myself had gone to Ismail Bey's neighborhood through Ashura. Ismail Bey's pit was collected so that water does not damage those housesThe corridors within them remain intact.When there was a flood, we would gather the wood in the middle of the room and light the fire, we would close the door until the room was dry, then we would go to our neighbors and we would throw whatever we had on each other and eat together. My father would sit in front of their father and they would talk about unemployment. between the ashes of the barbecueHe would throw it and cover it with ash water, Nene growled softly, you will be crushed, you filled the people's brazier with ashes and spit, and with the neighbor's wife, they were weaving carpets. Fall asleep in the morning
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1. Ashura was the area of ​​aqueduct wells or aqueduct bars that were connected by the Negev. It was said that next to it was known as Asmail Bey's hole, which is now known as Ashura Square. Ashura is known as Ashura or Abshuran in different dialects of the people of Zagros.

2.The Ismail Bey Hammam of the old neighborhood, which was on the current North Taba Tabai Street, at the corner of the Imam Hossein Mosque alley, and the Kaseh Hammam, which has recently been destroyed.

3. Begums or Bibi are Sayyidah women whose installation is connected to Fatima al-Zahra and only their daughters are Sayyidah and the Shia Encyclopaedia

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Mahin khanum and mr president

Mahin Khanum and Mr. President of the group under the age of 18 are not recommended #Short story Mahin Khanum and Mr. President# Written on 02/20/2016 The president of Iran is going to make an election speech at the noon and evening prayers at the neighborhood mosque. After the noon prayer, the president gave a speech and said that the purpose of entering the election field is that I have come for the progress, truth and justice of Iran! Mehin Khanum, who is literate He could not read or write, and he was known for his bluntness and slang, he neither let it go nor picked it up. He said that if he was a surgeon, he would sew himself up. Let's build a moderate Islam and a merciful Islam of Iran. He didn't know that Mahin Khanoumi was sitting in the women's assembly and saying sometimes to Eda, sometimes to Usul, sometimes to God, sometimes to the Messenger, causing loud laughter from the ladies! He asked for silence when he recited salawat and While taking a breath, he signaled to his advisors to investigate and after the parliament calmed down, he said, "I promise the people that I will eradicate absolute poverty in Iran in the 12th government!" If it was our luck, the donkey's tail would have been a tree for itself! The ladies could no longer hold back their laughter, so that it became difficult for the president's supporters and companions to control the parliament, and with the blessings and intervention of the orderlies, the noise calmed down a little, then the president The President said that saving the economy, reviving morals, interacting with the world is yet to finish this sentence, the same lady who no longer needed a loudspeaker and her sentences and sayings could be broadcast and shared sooner than the airwaves. There was a sound of laughter from the audience as it became more difficult to control the crowd. Vicky, one of the president's bodyguards, went behind the loudspeaker and told the police to escort Mehin Khanum to the door of the house. The fart has come, the ruler of the mouth has come! The end of 2016/02/20# Written by Behnammohtarami#MahinKhanum and Mr. President# Any copying g#

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شبحی در سایه ی قم

شبحی در سایه‌ی قم

در همان کوچه‌های تنگ قم، در حجره‌ای خاموش از مدرسه فیضیه، نخی ناپیدا بین تهران، لندن و دهلی گره خورده بود. نخ را فروغی با دستانی نرم، اما اراده‌ای آهنین تنیده بود. اما با رفتن او، بازی تمام نشد. بازی تازه آغاز شده بود.

با شکل‌گیری ساواک در دل رژیم شاهنشاهی، و تولد شاباک در آن سوی مرزها، صدای این نخ‌ها تیزتر شنیده می‌شد. حالا قم فقط یک مرکز دینی نبود؛ یک ایستگاه اطلاعاتی، یک شبکه‌ی مبهم مذهبی-امنیتی بود که هم به دربار وصل می‌شد، هم به نیویورک، هم به حیفا.

بنیاد علوی، که روزگاری تنها وقف‌نامه‌ای در گوشه‌ای از اموال شیعیان بود، به تدریج به بازوی اقتصادی این مثلث نامرئی بدل شد. در پس پرده، اموالی از موقوفات شیعیان، مدرسه‌ها، زمین‌ها، و حتی سرمایه‌های خرد مردم به نام دین و کمک به مستضعفان، به حساب‌هایی پیچیده در غرب منتقل می‌شد؛ برای "توسعه فرهنگی"، اما در حقیقت برای تثبیت قدرت شبکه‌ای که نامی نداشت و ساختاری مخفی داشت.

در ضلع دیگر، آغاخان هندی، با تبسمی موروثی و شبکه‌ای جهانی، فرزندانش را چون مهره‌هایی براق به شطرنج قدرت فرستاده بود. یکی در دانشگاه‌های غرب، یکی در شبکه‌های بانکی، و آن یکی، پنهانی، در رایزنی‌های سیاسی.

در تهران، خانه‌ای بود کنار سفارت اسرائیل. خانه‌ای متعلق به مردی به‌ظاهر بی‌ادعا، اما در حقیقت محور گفت‌وگوهای خاموش: محمدخان محتشمی. در آن خانه، دیدارهایی انجام می‌شد که در آن آیات قرآن با کلمات موساد در هم می‌آمیختند، و چای ایرانی در کنار کیک‌های لبنانی سرو می‌شد.

امیرعباس هویدا، نخست‌وزیر آرام، فرهنگی و فرنگ‌رفته‌ی دربار، هر هفته به این خانه می‌آمد. کسی نمی‌دانست برای چه. برخی می‌گفتند مشورت می‌گیرد، برخی دیگر می‌گفتند تنها شطرنج بازی می‌کند. اما کسانی که سایه‌ها را خوب می‌دیدند، می‌دانستند که قدرت واقعی نه در نیاوران، که در همین خانه‌های معمولی کنار سفارت‌ها پنهان شده است.

و هر روز که می‌گذشت، مثلث قدیمی فروغی جان تازه می‌گرفت:
در یک گوشه‌اش، علوی‌هایی بودند با عبایی ساده و نگاهی به شام.
در گوشه‌ای دیگر، آغاخان با ساعتی سوئیسی و لبخندی ابدی.
و در گوشه‌ی سوم، سیاستمدارانی که در ظاهر سکولار بودند، اما در عمل ستون‌های این معبد خاموش را نگه می‌داشتند.

و قم، که زمانی فقط شهری مذهبی بود، حالا به شبحی در سیاست ایران بدل شده بود. شبحی که با هر حرکت شاه، با هر تهدید غرب، و با هر پیام موساد، شکل عوض می‌کرد، اما هرگز ناپدید نمی‌شد.

#بهنام محترمی#

My Beautiful one

My Beautiful One
When I see you, time stands still,
The world grows quiet, the air turns still.
Your eyes—like stars—light up my skies,
With every smile, a thousand sighs.

Your voice, a song I long to hear,
It draws me close, it pulls me near.
In every dream, in every prayer,
My heart finds you waiting there.

زیبای من
چون تو را بینم، زمان آرام می‌گیرد،
جهان خاموش و هوا بی‌صدا می‌گردد.
چشمانت، چون اختران، آسمانم را روشن می‌کند،
با هر لبخندت، هزار آه از دل برمی‌خیزد.

صدایت، نغمه‌ای‌ست که همیشه آرزوی شنیدنش را دارم،
مرا به سوی خود می‌کشاند، نزدیک‌تر و نزدیک‌تر.
در هر خواب، در هر نیایش،
دل من تو را می‌یابد، همان‌جا، در انتظار.

#behnammohtarami#

بهنام محترمی#وبلاگ پیشخوان۱۰۶۷#

Our deaths need not be lamented

Sometimes I feel that I don't fit in this world

I can't deal with anything

Although I try my best every day

But I can't deal with it

I always hurt

I am tired of suffering

Sometimes it's hard for me to breathe

I feel like I am squeezing an animal inside me

which life

I don't have a life?

I never knew life

It was supposed to be so hard it was shocking

I am here in the dark, this is my destiny

I used to look at the sky

To the stars and their place in the galaxy

Now I just look down

I am worried about our place, which is drowned in dirt and inhumanity

We rob others without them knowing

We jump out happy to rob others

It is our destiny to die on a certain day

But the choice is ours?

What will we do and how will we live until that day arrives?

And how we will live in another world

that we don't have a dormitory on the ground

#Written by Behnam Mohtarami# Our death does not need to be regretted#

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