Love from looking to hugs

Love from looking to hugs

At first glance the heart was full of passion,

Because a light blossom became the spring of light.

Your eyes had the magic of aroma and color,

That every breath has taken me to you slowly.

Your steps were a cute whisper and Nova,

In my life, thousands of passion and sacrifice.

A kiss on your lips like the rain,

The thumb for every sadness from the heart, the blue.

Hand in your hand, warm and soft and simple,

He took John to the height of the dream.

In your arms, the world turned off,

It was the only sound of heartbeat and enough.

Every moment was the most beautiful poem with you,

Our love became the story of the infinite, silver.

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Look poetry

Look poetry

In the eyes of the hundreds of the world of sonnets.

The beginning of love is the end of every invisible.

Every breath, drunken song and restlessness,

Because the smell of mud, in the air of the heart.

Nine months to your jam, not the sun,

That you are the secret of creation and the secret of awakening.

Hand in your hand, we see the infinite,

In every soul, your role in the life of the signs.

The heart in the air of your connection always burnt,

Blacking like a tulip full of cute and chanting.

Until I reached your visit, the light came and turned,

At night, the day was illuminated in my heart.

In the mirror of the right, I was the soil

By connecting you every moment, I was out of myself.

The one who did not see the jamal you never,

He does not know what love is and where the heart was flying.

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Frome the glannce to the joiner

From the glance to the joiner

See one day, in the rose season,

The heart of your laughter like the sun

In my eyes a flame fell and went,

My cold mind was forgotten

Love came, quiet, unintentional,

Because the soft breeze, in my heart

Morning smiles in the sun,

Night, kissed my sleeping fantasy

Unaware of me, with cute,

The heart went through the alleys

Every step away, the disaster of my life,

Tears on the cheek, my guest

I wrote the letters of the joiner's enthusiasm,

With a hearty heart

It rained up until one night and it walked the door oh,

Come with the smell of jasmine and the moon

The eyes in your eyes, the world was lost,

It was a moment of my life, people became

You said: John, late but I came

I said: I will give you eternal

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a little that the world thougt the world was in his hand

A little that the world thought the world was in his hand

Daytime

With ears up to the open -ended.

Said to the Sunshine.

"I am a code of the world, no need for permission!

And poison hit the ground

To find out what a master he has!

Said, “The policy is required,

I make two parties,

One leftist, one right! "

And stood on a hill

And the wisers,

The law wrote:

All the bumps are equal,

But I'm a little more! "

2 years have passed,

Every morning, with smoked glasses

Woke up

And in the mirror he said:

I am a democracy itself!

And the cake, the mass lines were lined up

To vote

To her,

Or to his copied version.

Until one day,

A strange object found,

Neither lion nor hunters,

But it smelled the truth!

And smell, for the donation of the congregation,

The worst is torture.

Gathering

With the scream of "conspiracy!"

Fled to the north,

Hidden behind the broken fences of history.

And the first donkey,

The same as the world -renowned

He stayed in the corner

And with regret,

To the poem hill

Stared at ...

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The dawan of zebra

The dawn of a zebra

In the morning, with the first beams, the black zebra, which was always slightly different, opened his eyes. But today something had changed in his eyes. He saw himself in stagnant water next to the plain and smiled.

I'm milk!

He shouted loudly and said to the breeze with his imaginary edge. The herd of zebra looked at him with surprise. But he passed by the royal pride and kicked him to whomever he approached.

He said: This plain is my land. My government has begun.

The zebra, first, with doubt, then with surprise, and finally with fear, followed it.

He used to be a colors revolution, of the original black and white, from the law of modern nature ...

But it was not long before the plain was silent. The birds jumped. The breeze smelled hungry.

The lions came. Real, frustrated, flawless, unpopular.

The king's zebra stood first. He said: I am from you too!

But the milk just looked at her.

And when the teeth reached his neck, he realized that he was never milk.

It was only a zebra who dreamed in the morning.

And the flock?

Scattered.

And the plain, just heard the sound of the dreams.

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The children of zion

The children of Zion

In a world that ruled based on political and economic ideologies, two main fronts of power emerged. One on the left, with the idea of ​​promising freedom and equality, and the other on the right, with the slogan of individual freedom and the free market. In the meantime, two great names of the history of philosophy in a lost shadow continued to fight power: Carl Marx and Isaa Berlin.

They were known not only as thinkers, but also the (architects of history), whose ideas became the hands of a group of specific individuals, economic and political manuscripts that controlled the world.

Marx created an idea called (Communism) in the forefront of history, an idea that apparently benefited from the poor and suffering. But in the end, the idea became a tool that fell into the hands of great powers to form social and economic structures to their advantage. The Communist governments not only did not fall into the hands of the poor, but also became centralized and corrupt dictatorships.

Isaya Berlin, with his views in defense of individual freedom, has actually sowed the seeds of ideologies that promoted liberalism around the world. Although he stood freedom, with the creation of free market -based economic systems, he was able to build a global structure in which a few of the rich and market power were far more benefited from others.

As these ideas expanded, a group of Jews, with a clever understanding of politics and economics, held two different fronts. A group of them appeared as supporters of communism and sought to socialize the world, while others supported liberalism and sought economic freedoms. But in the end, they had only one common goal: the establishment of world domination.

With the expansion of these two ideologies, the economy and politics of the world were controlled by groups that stood behind the scenes. The powers that rewritten history, not by the people, but through changing economic and social ideas and theories at the macro levels.

(The children of Zion), those who brought these two ideas to the world were able to divide nations into two categories through complex ideas and plans. One category, those caught in industrial factories and financial markets, and the other, the elites and the rich on which they stood over them.

In the shadow of these developments, World War II became a compulsory strategy. But not a war for the land, but a war for resources, markets, and the will of domination. In this new world, geographical boundaries were slowly losing their meaning, and the only thing left was the power that was in a few hands.

But in the depths of this new society, a bitter truth was hidden: the liberators and the oppressed were simultaneously in this interconnected world. While some of the children of power benefited from economic and political freedoms, many were trapped in industrial and economic wheels. And this cycle became an endless circle.

Over time, everything was dominated by invisible powers and repressive ideas. But no one dared to talk about it. Even those who had power and wealth in their hands never listened to their inner voice: Is this really freedom?

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A lock of greed

A lock of greed

In the immortal hall of Andisheh, this time it was a thousand and one. But the lights were less strangled, the sounds were strangled, and the air was heavier than ever.

On the north, a man with a hand -held and hand -filled man came in: Carl Marx, a dream creator who was supposed to destroy the classes, but in practice he hung new chains on humanity.

In another corner, Isaiah Berlin was standing, worried and silent. The freedoms they promised became markets where man was no more than a commodity; Where the poor had the only right to choose between two kinds of misery.

And in the heart of the hall, the quiet but rich voice of anger was lifted; The voice of a woman from the east, who said:
"You said freedom, but we were hungry in the free market. You said justice, but we were crushed in the streets of Moscow and the Manhattan workshops.

Marx lowered his head. I saw a dream for Zion, not the way ... others?

"The free market is the way to salvation, if you fail, it is your fault," Mizas replied.

But the voice of another woman rose - the sound of history.
You made a world where a minority lives in the penthouses and the majority in asylum tents. You turned man into data, number, capital and tools.

And suddenly the ceiling of the hall was opened, but this time the smoke rose. And was written on the ceiling:

Those who promised freedom made new clauses; Chains of idea, and a lock of greed.

In the silence of the hall, everyone stood. There was no complete answer. And there was no one to tell who the truth was.

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Staircase

Staircase

Khuzestan, winter

The wind was howling and knocking the sand on Joseph's face. He was sweating behind, but his legs were frozen from the cold. You still didn't understand what had led him to this mission. Perhaps the curiosity, perhaps the smell of the betrayal that had been overwhelmed by the cases in Tehran.

He was a mapping engineer, neither a spy nor a politician. But when the Ministry of Education's development plan, he saw the construction of several cultural buildings in cities from Khuzestan, all of which were under construction with strange angles and precise coordinates.

Until one of the maps he touched and hanged on the wall of his hut in Abadan. The aim of pursuing the lines was undoubtedly to see something suddenly ...
Two triangles. One of the Izeh to Khorramshahr, from there to Dezful and open to Izeh. The second triangle from Jerusalem to Haifa, to al -Khalil.
When they put both on the map together, a plan was formed. Familiar. Old. David Star.

Cairo, a few months ago

General McKinley, behind the old wooden table, looked at Reza Khan.
- "It's time for Iran to be united. Khazal is also ready. You just have to stamp the final design. "
Reza Khan, who still did not have a royal crown, said:
- United or obedient?
McKinley smiled.
- It determines its difference.

In the same room, a Jewish man was sitting with a white Abi. Simon Levi, representative of the Middle East Jewish Association. Said.
- "We just draw the map. It is up to you. The triangle must be complete. The star begins, the new age begins.

Khuzestan, tonight

Joseph found an old box in a ruin next to the Karun River. Within it, the documents of the correspondence of Khazal were with the British authorities. The documents that confirmed everything was calculated: building schools, cultural centers, and even military bases - all on triangles.

But what shook him was a letter from Simon Levi:

If the star is completed on the ground, Solomon will be established. From Khuzestan to Quds, it will draw a line that will again divide the world.

Joseph imprisoned his breath. Outside the storm, but there was a bigger storm in his heart.
Should it reveal this secret? Or buried it in the heart of the soil, like the star who fell on the temple stone many years ago?

The end ... or the beginning?

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Silence

In the silence that was like the breath of rain, Hands listened to my heartbeat. Not verbally, No need… Just an open embrace, And two eyes that saw me without judgment. My skin, For a moment, he was freed from the cold of the world, Between the hot lines of someone's fingers Who was not a conqueror, Not forgetful; Just shelter. Every kiss, He untied the bonds of a memory, And I, In his silent mouth, I took a breath.

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Life

Life for me is neither in the calendar of days nor in the bustle of the world; Life means your arms. The shelter that is the only safe point in the relentless storms of the day. When you embrace my arms, it is as if the world is back for a moment, and all the meanings are defined again. Where I am in peace, as if life has reached its peak.

Your lips not only have the sweet taste of love, but they are more than the body and the feeling. When I hold your lips, my soul is polished; Like a mirror where the dust has been removed from its face. At those moments, all the pains are colored, and only your brightness and gentleness remain.

You are not just a woman but all the seasons of life. Every smile is spring and every hot and passionate summer look. Being next to you, the touch of immortality in a short moment. That is, breathing in the air that is just filled with your love.

If they ask me what life is, I will say immediately: Life, you. That is, the touch of your kindness, seeing your eyes, and arrogant. You are life itself, and I am lucky to find it in you.

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O haji

O Haji

O Haji, your soul is ruler
To go to the altar, it's time to be separated

The Kaaba is not out of you, O restless
The Kaaba is hidden in your heart

If you will be clean and abandoned
Hearts

Ismail is your hidden request
Believe blade, it's time to sacrifice

Because Abraham, if a man of the way
Make it, my leave and we deserve

Lip if says "Lubik or Paste"
Ask heart, is it with God or not, is it?

Sacrifice, not the sheep, here
The breath should be cut, not the sound

Love

Sometimes I shake my heart for no reason ... maybe the breeze is on your side, or maybe your name, which is whispered in my memory.

I want you, not out of desire, nor habit ... I want you because you are not like anyone, because your resemblance is just my dream.

All my nostalgias make your name out of your name; Every disorder I break will be out of your heart.

The world is full of man, full of sound, full of color ... but my eyes only have a house in your eyes.

The more I write, the less. The words are short of your description, lacking in the fragrance.

Sometimes I think, maybe God also wanted to create something like poetry ... and created you.

If the heart is a mirror, you are an immediate image. If John is a garden, you are his usual blossom.

Your smile sometimes looks like rain; It is unaware, you are quiet, calm down.

I want you not like others, but like prayer, like prayer, like good dreams.

You are the quiet sound of my sleepless nights, a light that shows me the way in the dark.

Come unaware, like spring, and no reason, like love ... without asking it or not.

All these moments, all of these words, are the only excuse to say one thing: to miss you, even when you sit in front of me.

If anyone asked why I didn't go, why did I stay, why did I fall in love?
I say: Can he miss the light that warms John?

And now that with you ... has no reason to be except for yourself;
You are the love itself, you are calm, you are the reason for me ...

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Endles dance in the heart of the sky

Endless dance In the heart of the sky lies a story; the story of an endless dance between light and shadow, between the sun, the moon, and the earth. The sun, that infinite source of light and life, shines with all its being, like the absolute truth, giving its light to the world. It is the beacon of light for all beings; the source of energy, love, and consciousness. The moon, however, is a traveler who never has her own light. She takes from the sun its golden rays and, with humility and respect, shines that light into the darkness of the night. On this path, the moon revolves around the earth; not out of compulsion, but in a spiritual hymn of loyalty and service. The moon reminds us that whatever light we have comes from somewhere, from a higher truth, from a source beyond ourselves. And so it is that the moon humbly accepts the light of the sun, revolves around the Earth, and teaches us the meaning of acceptance, service, and movement on the divine path. So every time you look up at the sky and see the moon shining, remember that this light is a gift from the sun, and the moon's dance is a song of servitude and connection to the Absolute Truth. In the heart of the sky, the moon is alive, present, revolving. Loves sunlight, bright and shining. The moon said to the sun: "O eternal love!" My light comes from you, you are kind. You shine ceaselessly on the vast world. I have come around the earth, in your circle. I circle the earth, remembering you every night. With the light that comes from you, I shine without myself. You are my sun, I am the anthem of loyalty. I am searching for you, without any regrets. I embrace the earth tenderly. To say that love is open at every step Our cycle is a never-ending love story. The moon is in love and fond of your light. You gave me light and life. I circle the earth with hope. O shining sun, O incomparable soul! My love for you is endless, forever.

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EVerything in love and poetry is fair

Everything in love and poetry is fair

In a world where justice is lost in stone and iron,

In a world where the scales of the broken truth on the shoulder of time,

Is the only love that gives u unknowingly

And it is the only poem that will undoubtedly judge.

Love is the lawmaker

And poetry is a scream that creates justice with whispering.

If a sword falls on the heart but is out of the head of love,

Is it except justice?

If a word, though bitter, wakes up,

Is it except poetry?

In love, the error is sometimes worship;

In poetry, silence is also poetry.

So in these two lands,

Right is feeling, not with logic.

And the referee is the heart; Not reason.

Yes ...

Everything in love and poetry,

Is fair.

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Wendy,the light my sky

Wendy, the Light in My Sky

Wendy—
your name floats
like a melody through my mind,
soft as summer rain
on a city that never sleeps.

Your smile—
the kind that makes clocks pause,
makes the moon lean closer,
just to catch a glimpse.

I didn’t mean to fall—
but there you were,
eyes like galaxies
pulling me in
without gravity,
without warning.

You’re not just beautiful—
you’re the poem
I didn’t know I was writing
with every breath I took
before I met you.

And now—
even silence feels like music
when you’re near.
Even the stars seem jealous
of how bright you make my world.

Wendy,
if love has a shape,
it’s your name
written across my heart.

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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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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.

End

#By Behnam mohtarami#This story is based on the speech of Master Dehnavi on the technique of entering and post -published on Instagram and free from the author#

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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.

End
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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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Mahin mis and mr perisdnt#written by behnam mohtarami

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.

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The heart is the house of god

The heart is the house of God

In a warm and Zarandud land, one day the camel cough.
Not because the other camels, who smelled this cough; It was a warning, not illness.
Doctors gathered, wrote medicine, masked, but an old man got out of the desert and said:

«This camel is not carrying the disease; It carries the message. "
"He's like a camel who took the Prophet to the poor house,
"He has now come to take us from the palace to Copper."

Pilgrims came from afar and close, tawaf,
They prayed in high hotels, but their hearts were empty.
They poured the coins on the Kaaba, but they passed by a hunger.

On the same night, a man heard in sleep:

«O my servant,
No I am in the stone and marble of my house,
Not on the golden roof and mirror.
I am in the broken heart of the orphan
I am in the old tent of the homeless mother,
I am in the tears of workers who don't have bread for her baby ... "

The morning, the man, did not go to the Kaaba;
Went to the south, to the burnt land,
Where a child with burnt skin and living eyes said:

"O man! Have you brought your God with you? "

The man cried out and said.

"God is here ... in your heart, in your eyes,
And I had lost his house to this day. "

In the same year, the camel Nazir, a man rose from the north.
Zarr on the shoulder, white Abbas, and an eye on the camera.
Not to meet a friend, but for his picture.
His suitcase was full of fragrance, garment, and talk for the networks.

Said at the airport.

"I became a Haji, happy!"
And her heart whispered:
"Happy? For that? For your bag or your heart? "

He arrived in Mecca, gave it in the Golden Tower.
He went to Tawaf, but his heart was on the 30th floor of the Suite.
He passed by a blind man, and his nose grabbed:

"The smell of poverty comes ..."

The same night, the camels of a reason that had been off for years,
He woke up.
Foot in the alleyways of Riyadh, unbounded, unpublished.
Neither had a golden panel, nor a magical Seraj.
His eyes like the night without the night, and his mouth full of scandalous silence.

Received to the hotel, standing by the tower.
The pilgrim saw the hypocritical asleep, he said.

"O Haji! I am the same camel that the Prophet sat down on me,
But she sat down on the ground, u on gold;
He became a poor guest, you are the guest of the king. "

"He won the heart of the weak,
You gave up photos and Salafi. "

The pilgrim woke up, sweaty and regret.
He asked, "Who are you?!"
The camel said.

“I have a prosecution, I have returned,
Not for riding, but for judgment. "

Pilgrims, the night with the chills, asleep,
Not of illness, nor of fever,
From the shake of the heart, which had been silent for many years ...

Before dawn, he got up from the bed.
Saw the mirror, the tidy beard, the expensive aroma,
But in his eyes, he found a stranger.
Said in the heart.

"That's me?
Or a shadow of me that has been running and empty? "

Went to the alley, idle, unbounded,
And the camel of the reason was slowly standing in the shadow of the wall.
The eyes sewn in his eyes, and the camel said in the heart of the heart.

«The heart of my house is not the shrine of Zarrin;
The broken heart is the wall of the Kaaba. "
"Come on, this time not a ride, but I want a wake."

The pilgrims fell on the knees, and the tears shed.
Not because the prayers learned in the mosque,
That is because you have lost the way home.

Neda came to her heart:

"My house is not in the tower's tall,
That is in the bending of the poor old woman.
My house, not in the coins of the vow,
That is in the bread that you have forgiven. "

Light, slowly rising from his chest,
Neither seen nor touched,
But at that moment, he understood:

«I never came to
Because my heart didn't come ...
Now. But, I haven't gone to the Kaaba;
The Kaaba has come to my heart. "

Pilgrims whose hearts had been bright on that night,
He traveled and went home.
But not with the same tightness and hypocrisy,
Rather with a heart full of light and repentance.

On the way back, he said to himself:

"What did I do?
The money I was going to spend the Kaaba's gold
What was better to go to the poor heart,
Instead of the intention of hypocrisy, I served intentions. "

Reached his village, where the kids had old shoes,
And the mothers were forced to bring bread to the table.

The pilgrim, the hand in the pocket,
The money that takes to the house of God,
He is now heading to homeless houses.

Making a well, send medicine, buy hot clothing,
And said with a smile.

"God is not there that I thought,
God is in the hearts, in the service,
In the quiet tears, in the kind hearts. "

The morning that woke up,
Vision nine Kaaba is only in Mecca,
That is the Ka'bah in the heart of every prophet who holds his hand.

Mystical Short Poetry

The house of God is not in stone and mud,
It is your heart that is clear,
The Ka'bah is where the love is current,
Wherever the seal and service are universal.

Mystical prayer

O Lord of Mercy,
Make our hearts home,
As long as we are
Be calm in the shadow of your seal.
Let us serve, your way of your way,
And the love of your servants, our endless worship.

Amen.

Amen!
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trustworthy
loyal
trusty
single-hearted
single-minded
verily

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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

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