Tuesday, August 7, 2007
بدون شرح
خواستم هیچی ننویسم و بدون شرح باشه ولی نتونستم این چند جمله رو ننویسم
از اولی که این روش شروع شد درد اصلی و مشکل اصلی عدم مشارکت برخی از همراهان بود (که متاسفانه تعدادشون هم کم نبود).
هرکی هر وقت حوصله داشت یا وقتی فکر می کرد که دیگه هیچ کار دیگه ای برای انجام دادن نداره، تفریحش رو کرده، تلویزیونش رو تماشا کرده، بازیشو کرده، درسش رو خوانده، خوابش رو کرده، ... اونوقت شاید بیاد یک چیزی توی وبلاگ بنویسه اونهم بدون ارتباط با آنچه تا حالا نوشته شده بود چون که سرنخ رو هم گم کرده بود.
بعدش هی بگه شماها کجائید، مثل اینکه همه به چز من خوابند.
کی خوابه کی بیدار
البته تعداد کمی از همراهان شامل این گلایه نبوده اند
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Is anybody Home ?!
Description about last post
“en sha’a allah” I want to write you about my journey in future(Haaatman!!!). But now I have only a beautiful expression for you:
GOODBYE
Hellllo !!!!!
I am very happy because my exams have finished!!!
Now I am ready to write for you but there is still another big (But good & beautiful) problem (not a problem A Tofigh) for me (not me alone but with all my family)!!!!!
(After all these “Charand-o-Parand”s) “en sha’a allah” tomorrow of tomorrow we are going to mashhad!!
And I can’t write in Sabalan for a week!
I’m sorry about this but:
! گر تو نمی پسندی تغییر کن قضا را
And because you can’t change the “Ghaza” (not food (!)), you can’t do anything about this!
With Best Wishes
MoMo
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
بیست وچهارم مهر پنجاه وشش شوکه شدم! دیروز خانم دامغانی مادر دوست نازنین به امریکا رفتهام تلفن زد که مهمانی عزیز داریم برای شام، تو هم بیا، میدانم دوست خواهی داشت. کیست این مهمان؟ امینالله حسینبا سر رفتم. تا شب نفهمیدم کی گذشت و چطور. فقط صفحههایی که از آثار این بزرگوار دارم برداشتم و رفتم. دریغا که دوربینم فراموش شد، در بیخودی حیرتآور از شوق این دیداراستاد نادیدهام حسین هفته پیش به ایران آمد تا باله شهرزادش را به روی صحنه تالار رودکی ببرد که برد. هر بند وجودم از دیدن این مرد از فاصلهای چنان ناچیز مغروق در غرور بود. چه میدانستم مقدر است از نزدیکتر هم ببینمش. غمزههای ایرانی رقصنده فرانسوی با راپسودی نمره دو تار، که قسمتی از موسیقی باله است، به راستی غرورآفرین بودسرانجام انتظار به آخر آمد و استاد با همسر فرانسوی از راه رسید. باور کردنی نبود، فارسی گفتن هنرمندی که هرگز قدم به ایران نگذاشته، و باز اعجابآورتر، فارسی نوشتنش. بعد از خوش و بش اول، از ترس این که این رؤیا محو شود صفحههایم را به استاد دادم تا امضا کند، در حاشیه هر یک به فراخور چند سطری نوشت و امضا کرد. پشت جلد راپسودیهای ایرانی تار، سفارشم کرد به فراگیری این ساز که به باور استاد بهترین ساز دنیاستچه خوب بود که مهمان دیگری در کار نبود. میدان دربست در اختیار من و استاد قرار گرفت تا بنوشم جرعههای بی پایان از چشمه گرم سخنان محبتآمیز استاد. میزبانان هم با مهری پدرانه و مادرانه دنبال میکردند صحبت را. بانوی فرانسوی هم هر از گاهی دوبل میکرد استاد را، چنان که فلوتی ویولنها را در ارکستر دوبل کنداز سنفونی آریا به اختصار گفت، و بعد از سنفونی پرسپولیس بیشتر. از عظمتی گفت که در صدای سم ستور که سواران را به بارعام در کاخ میآورند در موومان سوم شنیده میشود. از سنفونی جدیدی که در دست دارد گفت، ولی وقتی از جزئیاتش پرسیدم با خضوع تمام گفت اجازه بده محفوظ بماند تا پایان کارچند کارم را از جمله روندوی رمینور اپوس یک و پوئم چهارگاه اپوس دو را با حجب به استاد نشان دادم، به اصرار دکتر دامغانی، اگرنه که هرگز چنین جرات نمیکردم. تشویقم کرد که به سبک خودش از ملودیهای ایرانی استفاده میکنم با فنون موسیقی کلاسیک غربی، و اصرار کرد که هارمونی را جدی و آکادمیک فرا گیرماز موسیقی فیلم دلی خوش ندارد استاد. میگوید موسیقی سفارشی است به هر حال و تنها برای قوت شبانگاه خوب است. نصیحت میکرد وقتی قلم بر کاغذ میبری به قصد تصنیف، قبلا دوش بگیر و بدنت را تطهیر کن، بعد فکر کارهای دنیایی مثل موسیقی فیلم روز نوشتهات را از ذهن بیرون کن، و بعد مشغول شوبعد از صرف شام در آن جمع زیبا و صمیمی، برای بدرقه استاد که به دم در رفتیم، یک باره به دنبال یک گربه زیر یک ماشین پارک شده رفت! عشق استاد حسین به گربه و به خصوص گربه ایرانی داستانی است که بر هر سر بازاری هسترفت و من را با بزرگترین افتخاری که تا عمر دارم همراه خواهم داشت تنها گذاشت. چه شبی بود
This blog is Persian blog and farya pirbazari is writing in this blog.
Farya has very attractive sense in writing and he can drown his memory very beautiful.
even he write about his past memory or his today’s work, the text that he write, has a high-quality
portrait of that rememberance .
when you reading his manuscript your sense is what went before and what go today, is a one
thing! And time goes to corner.
Saturday, June 2, 2007
Friday, June 1, 2007
Life Story and Small Schools
As I wrote before the "man" you are looking for to speak with is here. It could be Ali, Ebnossabil, Rend…
What do you think can happen in those 10 minutes in a week? It would be meaningful just to support our dialogues here, otherwise there would be nothing to talk about on the phone.
As for the story of your life, I think it would be a great idea perhaps this ios the only meaningful thing we can write here and the way you started it looks like a nice one! But as you write on, please take care of our possible 'WHAT DO YOU MEAN's.
Dear Ali,
You know hat I meant when wrote about my small schools? What I meant was not about the buildings, rooms, or yards. When I think back about what e did at school I remember things that were too small (I mean too meaningless). Sitting in classrooms and just listening to my teachers. Memorizing things about Razeghi, that I never saw, passing exams, and getting marks!
Do you do the same at school? Are they big enough things for you to do?
Monday, May 28, 2007
Hi. My big school use to be a small and old building with a big yard. Our school has preparatory, primary and guidance school. Our school has two classes of each level, except preparatory school. By mentioning my football, good and found I meant how I play football, I can play with older ones and about found I meant I new.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
It’s 1359 (h,s), I am four years old and I am listening to Beethoven symphony no,3.
Why?
Because “my brother” wants to listen this work! and I don’t have another choice.
For 15 minutes, it’ was very beautiful and my brain could analyze this polyphonic music but after that, it made me Hyperactive and now, it was the time for flying all thing around the home and how can I speak about this fantastic flying ?
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
هر چيزي شجره نومچه داره، مثلا همين كلمه ريزه من يا ما يا اونائي كه با اين دوتا همراه مي كنيم
hamrahan e noor
salam
last night we, me, my baba and maman and atyieh, my sister went to my amoo's house. they are three, my amoo mas'oud, zan-amoo shamsi and my pesar-amoo, alireza. i love mehmooni, when i am a guest or even!! when i am the host.
we told many kind of NEWS to each other
first we talked about alireza's exams, how is he studying, easy exams and the hardest ones, arabi and tarikh and the challenge of helping or not or how........
then about the many troubles of my younger amoo, majid, his wife, monir and their cute son, mohammad and meanwhile we also said many relevant and helpful stories about monir's father and mother, amme farideh and amme maliheh, and my shohar-amme, akbar agha, majid's friend, jamshid, my daee ali, people who were working with majid, like haji roshan and at least twenty more people and i remember how deep our faces were moving and changing.....
then it was tabriz's turn, our hometown and specially zan-amoo shamsi's father who had a heart attack last year and now is much better alhamdolellah and his doctors and their drugs, he is eating 15 pills everyday.....
we also talked about the new food, bosh, and the people who taught cooking it to my zan-amoo and their different styles......
because of shab e shisheie we talked about hatamikia....... he is tabrizi too!
then we again came back to alireza and his school and also my father's fifth grade teacher, mr. eftekhari. my father was telling us that for thanking his teacher, at the end of the year, he and his father went to mr. eftekhari's new house in shahr e ziba and planted the orange tree that my grandfather brought from shahsavar in the yard. he said a lot about his fifth grade friend, mohsen rafati who was the closest raghib for shagerd avvali and his sisters.......
we then discussed about sardar ahamadi and mr. mortezavi and what they are doing in the city these days, again moving to my father's neighbor, yaghoub and his nocheha and my amoo's friends in laleh-zar.......
atyieh and his friends in koocheh, mohammad and hamed and nastaran, and alireza's last year's friends in dabestan were other people who came along with our talks.....
we talked about many more people in our night, but this is already too long!
these and those people are WHOs we are coming from
and maybe because of this we were listening to every moment of our talks,
while laghing, almost crying, getting so angry, feeling sad, seeming so hopeless and seeing with deep hope, loving and dreaming.......
i mean
i can find ali's football when i see his very special people in it, i can see his school as big as he sees when i know the people living there,
i can read ali noorbakhsh's symbolic writings when i touch the people behind his words, stories and beliefs,
i can think of momo's problems when i see him and his community in his problems......
dear ali
i find myself in walking and walking maybe cause most of the times i feel like a horse and you know how much horses enjoy when they are walking, running......
when in a small mehmooni we talked about almost 100 people, then i think it is quite natural that we talk about you in our community. one of the times we were talking about you and ehsOn's discovery about your football community..... how are you doing with your hot games and warm people?
dear ali
i have heard his summer i think, it was real and close, enshallah the next time we meet each other in aghasht i will barrow the rest from you, but tell us more about the people who your love of music is coming from, ghalilol-who minevisi!
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
پرونده اي كه همچنان مفتوح است
Dear rend, I amn't looking for a teacher as you said, I was looking for a "man"
that -spoken weekly- with me, as I think this work could help me to speak better.
Now, we can name "this calling person" a teacher, hamrah or another name.
And I haven’t speak with him YET! (( after several weeks….)).
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
REND reports: MoMo On Mount Sabalan
He must be very tired after the long flight from somewhere far away (maybe around Siberia!) that took him so long to arrive on this mountain of Sabalan!
He has not changed his nickname!
He realizes that he had not written before because of something that begins with LAZ…!
He tries to justify laz… with two reasons, and he is sorry that one of them is a WHAT?!!
He thinks he has a BIG PROBLEM and he thinks that no one can help. May be because his computer screen does not show all the writings we have on this mountain of Sabalan and all the other mountains around here!!!
He decides to think… WOW!
He thinks he is the only one on this planet who has problems and he is asking (ordering? Demanding? Begging?!) us to understand!
Finally he is telling a big lie and he is making a '… ' comparison between schools and Hamrahan-e Nour…(سماع وعظ کجا نغمۀ رباب کجا...؟)
He says good bye in such a hurry that he does not have time to think about 'O's and 'E's in his goOd byE
…and Hajji sharply ;) comments on his arrival: SCAPE GOAT!!!
That’s all for now from REND, reporting on MoMo's arrival on Mount Sabalan!
Ali's Questions and Questions to Ali
Salam,
It's nice that you are asking 'HOW CAN THAT BE', 'WHAT DO YOU MEAN', and 'WHY'! I look forward to reading what Ebnossabil has to tell you about all these!
I also have a number of 'WHAT DO YOU MEAN's about what 'Ali Says':
What do you mean by 'my football'?
What do you mean by 'good'?
What do you mean by 'found'?
What do you mean by 'found'?
I have a 'WHY', too:
Why didn't you write about the question I asked in my last post to you? My question was about shools, your BIG school and my small schools. Remember?!
I wonder if you read writings by noorbakhsh and others on this mountain and also writings by people on other mountains around here. Please fly over to other posts and other mountains and write about them!
SCAPE GOAT
Monday, May 21, 2007
Hello after all !!
I am sorry about my laz...
No! I am not lazy!
I hadn't written anything because of my laz...
I have TWO REASONs for my work:
1st: My computer was damaged (!) and it was a Virus crime!
2nd: Now it's my "Examination Time" and it's very dangerous to tell my mother:
"I want to work with compu..."
Dear Ebnossabil
Saturday, May 19, 2007
...پرواز
Salam
Thanks for your writing and sharing!
Yes, we are on our way… but not just on "a little trip". We are on a journey… a LEARNING JOURNEY!
We have several HAMRAHs but no 'teacher' as such! I wonder if you read all these writings by rend, weeping willow, ebnossabil, haji, and ali! If no, I wonder why!... and if yes, I wonder why you are still looking for a teacher!!!
If you are looking for some HAMRAHs form HAMRAHAN-e NOOR to talk with on the phone, I again wonder why YOU do not call them? I also wonder why you did not mention that you DID talk with one of our HAMRAHs on the phone! I will call you, anyway!
I suggest instead of looking for teachers, read what we write on this mountain and write about them and also write to their writers, like you did for ebnossabil!
In what you wrote about my 'WHAT DO YOU MEAN's, I still see a lot of 'what do YOU mean's (with a big YOU). I mean if you could give us specific examples of your own experiences with writing not just with words and specific examples of your own 'HOW I THINK', it would be more telling about your 'WHO I AM'.
As far as your nice 'che bayad kard' question is concerned, flying over mountains does not need passports!!! Just open your wings and fly on as the bird in the beautiful paining you attached! You can simply read posts on other mountains as you fly by and when you come back to ASHYANEH on Sabalan, you can write about them right here! You can also add links of other mountains to your posts if you like. Birds from other mountains will read them as they fly by!
Thank you for your challenging posts and for the nice picture that I add to my post (Ba ejaze-ye you and r.maggrite!)
I hope this will invite our other HAMRAHAN (MoMo, Mohsen, Rood-e Khoroshan, and Ali) to join us in our flight over these mountains!
Friday, May 18, 2007
Antonio Vivaldi ( Italian violinist and composer ) has a very beautiful violin concerto about seasons named ” the four seasons”.
each season has its own texture in this work and you can enjoy this work.
if you want the complete score of this work to hear, I can help you.
also, See this article about the four seasons:
http://www.harmonytalk.com/id/912
che bayad kard?
why???
After 5 weeks from our English term in hamrahan e noor, me and a number of of my friends don’t have hamrah teacher!
We don’t have weekly telfone call and I think our teacher ‘s went to a little trip!
Ok,have a good time in your trip and don’t forget our soghati.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
bedoone onvan
I think, If we attend to the role of writing in “symbolize persons”, we can see this another sides.
Always we think about writing, we think about” how words could explain our minds?”
But, why we should see only this kind of writing?((writing by the words.)) And why the words
should only explain us?
Our mind can be characterize by playing the instrument, composing music, painting,build
Sculptures, write poems and … .
So you can see each one of this arts can symbolize us and in this way, these are witing.
In another part of your comment,you wrote I wish you could also re-tell us Bach's 'WHO I AM' here.
I think if we want to know who I am, we must know “how I think?”. every body is a collection
of his mentality and his senses.
When I wrote about the another sides of writing , the Bach sonata is the best example for my
Suggestion in writing and this subject… .
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Dorood bar Noorbakhsh!
Welcome to Sabalan,
I hope the dignity, beauty, and Azemat we are trying to create in Sabalan is more inviting than frightening!
I like the way you (very briefly) wrote about your 'WHO I AM' but I have several 'WHAT DO YOU MEAN's about what you wrote! I think you can tell us a lot about these points especially as you look at Sabalan from the window of music:
What do you mean by "we should see another sides of this subject"?.What do you mean by "something that can help us to express our mind, is writing"?
What do you mean by "the most attractive writing fits in the most beautiful mind"?
I wish you could also re-tell us Bach's 'WHO I AM' here!.
Ali
Salam,
Welcome to Sabalan and thanks for telling us (I think) a very small part of who you are!What do you think about Ebnossabil's comment and who he is?Well…I haven't found myself anywhere yet! So could you tell me how you found yourself in football and what you mean by that?I like some kinds of arts, so I think in this regard I am more like your fiend.I also wish you could tell us more about your big school because the schools I know have always been too small for me!!!
ebnossabil said
salam ali i'm ebnossabil. i'm 253 years old. i find myself in my feet walking walking walking..... now i am trying to be out of grades, alhamdolellah. i'm not drawing lines for people at lifetime. many of my friends like quran so much and read it and then we share what we find.... when i'm with my friends we talk about you. i like horse back riding. i like to go to sabalan for horse back riding. i go. i am happy.we are almost the same people, huh?!!
I'm Ali Rasoulian. I'm 12 years old. I found my self in football. Now I'm in 5th grade. I'm not drawing arts at art time. One of my friends likes art. When I'm with my friends we talk about football. I like horse back riding. I go to my cousin for horse back riding. I go to Parsa School which is big.
where is our community?
ali nourbakhsh says how important writing is in relation to the beauty of the mind and Bach's music, ali rasoulian says how much he likes football, and rend says how he is thinking about his being with the words munir expresses for his own being.
would we all be saying these same words if we were in jajrood, or do these words only belong to me when i am alone with the computer. then what is all this that i can relate to the world with the computer. how do all our words come closer to all our hamrah words??? are we sharing more or less? are we seeing each other more or less? are we hearing each other more or less?
how is our community becoming more and more hamrah? do we need to rethink what people mean to us outside the computer and then bring the news to the computer?
i look forward to more and more posts from you all that can help me dig deeper and deeper into the roots of our friendships.
Monday, May 14, 2007
post your comments
ebnossabil said...
salam rend the story of to be and my questions, fights, changes, un/learnings and words
once upon a time, i thought. i learned to change my fights and question my words. then one of the changes in my words was unlearnig. for me unlearnig is fighting for my changes and questions. i unlearned their words and now they are my words. my words fight for me, change my questions and learnings. now, through many many fights, questions and learnings and unlearnings i change my words to our words, to his words.....
در زبان او ببايد آمدن از زبان خود برون بايد شدن
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Dorood bar sabalan
This time, is the first time that I’m beginning to write in our community.
Maybe the dignity of sabalan and its height is the main reason for my delay!
Today, we speak about “writing” and it helps to symbolize persons.
I think it’s a general subject that we should see another sides of this subject.
I think something can help us to express our mind, is a writing and in this way, the most attractive writing, fit in the most beautiful mind.
for the first example of this version of writing ,you can hear the Bach’s sonata no.1 for violin solo and see how Bach represent him self for us by this writing, in this article:
http://www.harmonytalk.com/id/816
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ebnossabil said...
salam dear rend NOW it's the first time i am noticing bahar in my heart. NOW when i think of my "i remembers" from days and nights in mid winter, i can see a deep big change. NOW when clouds in sky are raining, it's raining inside too; when kind bahari sun is flying in the sky, my heart is getting hot, sometimes reach to boiling degree; when clouds are playing, pushing each other, i am waiting to cry; when trees are bragging for each other with their colorful wild young blossom clothes, many blossoms born and die every single day in my heart to make me worriedly do doa, i hope some of them may last till summer and end up to sweet pakbakhteh fruits, who gonna eat them? do you know then?
rend said...
Salam Thanks for your tosif of bahar... These days I'm overwhelmed by both the abundance and the beauty of Hamrahan's writings, SPECIALLY yours... Perhaps that's one of the reasons why i haven't commented on your writings (i specially owe hossein fattahi a bunch of cmments)... But I WILL SOON (insha'allah) write my tosif of the bahar of your writings..............چون تو رااز بهار بویی هست
Ahmadreza said...
That was a pretty difficult hike!! And your proposed topic will be the most difficult climb of all time for me? You ask me why?! Why is it difficult to describe the most beautiful season of the year, when all the birdies! come out to sing when the babolsar road beside the river towards the Caspian sea would be filled with "narenj" blossoms! I'll tell you why BECAUSE there is no such thing as the "season" of spring in Malaysia! WELCOME TO SUMMER ALL YEAR AROUND!! I haven't been to Iran in spring for 4 years now so forgive me if I've forgotten some of its beauties!thanks for the comment
weeping willow said...
Dearest rend of rends, Weeping Willow n'a crie jamais comme un enfant! Il toujours apprecie des autre! As poets say, weeping willows get the most grateful in springs and every spring they are more grateful comparing the last as they grow older and they possess longer branches with leaves on, bending down to thank. Weeping Willows don't weep unlike what most of people think. They make the others weep by giving thanks to them,Once a weeping willow, I thank the most in springs, I only thank God,every moment,neither only for astonishing blossoms,nor for fresh air,nor for birds singing,but for 4th of Farvardin,more and more,Once a weeping willow,I don't have a place-like home,Instead I have a time-made home,located in Farvardin,my room is no. 4I travel alot during the year,but eventually I come back home,in Farvardin,I love home, not merely becauseit is a home,I love home as it's full of loveHow can I deprive myself fromsuch Love,Once a weeping willow,I don't talk in favour of men,Instead I talk with willows' tongueOnce a weeping willow,I am weeping willow,Whether in Guadalajara orin Tibet, in Arachte orwherever else, Weeping Willow The Grateful
rend said...
Salam Dear Ahmadreza Thanks for the comment! You can see and feel bahar in these writings. There is no Narenj tree but we have 100zaban flower, weeping willow, all these Bahari mountains, and lots of beautiful bahari pictures, so bahar is here and you not only tosif it but you are part of it!And Dear Weeping willow, Je ne parles pas frances, me merci bocout! (masalan faransavi neveshtam!)The nice thing about your tosif of bahar is that you (and others here) WRITE the PICTURE of bahar as you see it not as it is "vazeh o mobarhan" to everybody…
Once I heard در ماتم گلهای عاشق بید مجنون شیون کنان سر بر حصار خار می زد was it not you?!!!
haji said...
besmehi taala salam my dearest ahmadreza how can you say you have not seen bahar for 4 years? haven't you looked at your kind, honest, beautiful bahari heart for 4 years.it is all there in your heart, blossems, flowers, river, green montains, birds, ...and oh i almost forgot, there is another bahari fellow right beside you!open your eyes kidyYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
haji said...
besmehi taala dear rend salam i love the way you write and i specially love your fantastic ability of bring life to your writings by poems.my comments to your writings seems as a kindergarden boy's writing, it is just broken lines and vivid figures
weeping willow said...
Salam, در ماتم گلهای عاشق بید مجنون شیون کنان سر بر حصار خار می زد Yeah, I was amongst in-love flowers while weeping willow was ....... I converted to be a weeping willow eversince I witnessed him ....... That's why I am weeping willow, the grateful now, bending down...... Haven't you ever seen weeping willows in winter? How can one claim they weep in winters?
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You know I was interviewed on Friday and I would like to repeat that: my biggest "BRAG" is that I've been created by God... And every corner of our existence is so fascinating and... Just think about how little and fragile you were when you were only an "alagh" (fetus) and how we function now!...I run out of words when I want to talk about it and amazement wont let me continue!
ebnossabil said...
salamdear weeping willow and miniature
هركجا بوي خدا مي آيد خلق بين بي سرو پا مي آيد
زانك جانها همه تشنست به وي تشنه را بانگ سقا مي آيد
شيرخواركرمند و نگران تاكه مادر ز كجا مي آيد
در فراقند و همه منتظرند كزكجاوصل ولقا مي آيد
از مسلمان وجهود وترسا هر سحر بانگ دعا مي آيد
خنك آن هوش كه در گوش دلش زآسمان بانگ صلا مي آيد
گوش خود را ز جفا پاك كنيد زانك بانگي ز سما مي آيد
گوش آلوده ننوشد آن بانگ هر سزائي به سزا مي آيد
چشم آلوده مكن از خد و خال كان شهنشاه بقا مي آيد
rend said...
Dear Weeping Willow, Salam, INTRIGUING… DISTURBING… SOOTHING… FRIGHTENING… AWAKENING… All at the same time.
weeping willow said...
Rend, I am sure...................I was never meant to............., I did........ diminish, demolish, deny ............ I still do......... by ............! Even though all efforts for undoing.......... would be in vain..........., I do need twice time as............... for un/... . So, I won't have time for /... You see, how ....... awake ( ).
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ebnossabil said...
salam ali i'm ebnossabil. i'm 253 years old. i find myself in my feet walking walking walking..... now i am trying to be out of grades, alhamdolellah. i'm not drawing lines for people at lifetime. many of my friends like quran so much and read it and then we share what we find.... when i'm with my friends we talk about you. i like horse back riding. i like to go to sabalan for horse back riding. i go. i am happy.we are almost the same people, huh?!!
rend said...
Dear Ali, Salam,
Welcome to Sabalan and thanks for telling us (I think) a very small part of who you are!What do you think about Ebnossabil's comment and who he is?Well…I haven't found myself anywhere yet! So could you tell me how you found yourself in football and what you mean by that?I like some kinds of arts, so I think in this regard I am more like your fiend.I also wish you could tell us more about your big school because the schools I know have always been too small for me!!!
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I wonder how you introduced our community to the famous humble author! I'm looking forward to reading the author when the story is MADE/NAMED… or… if I can, I like to be involved in creating it.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
COMING SOON!
Soon you will, INSHALLAH, receive a serial story written by a famous but humble author based on a true story. It's not yet been named and accomplished by the author though. Precisely the author is seeking for your company, help and comments during the contribution of it's parts. In addition, you are indeed needed to give a warm hand to the author for directing the story. Actually I have introduced you to the author as a special and unique community of writers in Iran. I will also play the the bridging role of a friend between you and the author in an attempt to help the whole community exchange and share their ideas and stories.
Sincerely yours,
Willow
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Who I am
Who I am
Monday, May 7, 2007
Writing about my Being
In our Jajrood learning-journey-trip (!) we talked with our SABALAN community members (and dwellers of other mountains!) about several themes including who we think we are and how we can introduce ourselves, that is, our Being.
We un/learned that we can talk about who we are in terms are "our family", in terms of "our questions", in terms of "who we are not", in terms of "who our friends are"… and maybe in terms of "our names"!
Our dialogues on Being reminded me of Munir's self-introduction that he had written before he came to Iran last year.He started his self-introduction with writing abut where he was born and he lived…His introduction started with his HISTORY:
I was born in Jerusalem, Palestine in 1941, and lived in Palestine, Jordan and the USA. In 1948, I (with my family) were forced out of our home in Jerusalem and moved to Ramallah. That’s where I lived and worked most of my life.
He immediately moved to his QUESTIONS and his FIGHTS in life, that I think can most eloquently show who he is:
I don’t know which started earlier: my rebellion against the fragmentation of Palestinians or my rebellion against the fragmentation of knowledge. What I increasingly felt over the years, however, was that the two are strongly linked and that both were imposed from outside.
He went on to write about his Being in terms of his CHANGES:
Prior to 1971, I taught math for 8 years…as if it were separate and aloof from life…The 1967 Israeli-Arab war, and its aftermath, woke me up… I discovered my illiterate mother’s math…I started perceiving and experimenting with math and knowledge in a way that was more relevant, creative, and courageous.
…in terms of what he UNLEARNED:
I dropped the belief that all praxis can be reduced to theory…I dropped control, winning, and individualism as values that seem to govern many aspects in modern living.
…and interms of his discoveries in his reading of worlds of WORDS:
…when I came across Imam Ali’s statement…قيمة كل امرئ ما يحسنه
I immediately felt that it could form a basis, a guiding principle for education/ learning in the confused and troubled modern world.
I'm now wondering how I may think and write about who I am in terms of my QUESTIONs, FIGHTs, CHANGEs, UN/LEARNINGs, and WORDs.
او را چه خبر بود ز عالم..... کز با خبران خبر ندارد
Thursday, May 3, 2007
I still fail to thank Eye
Friday, April 27, 2007
Bahar ra tosif konid!
I had the same problem as Ahmadreza had with 'Ensha' at school… I also had the same problem with students who I asked just to write about whatever they liked because what they liked was to be told what to write about: "eexcuse me vaat ees de title?"!
So, here we are just to write about what we want but the difference between what "we want" here and in my classes is that I asked the students just to write about what their "I"s liked but here we need to write about my "I" as one of the HAMRAHAN.
It may be surprising but I suggest one of those 'Ensha' topics as the THEME of the writings of HAMRAHAN in this season: "Bahar ra tosif konid"! In our school days Bahar was supposed to be described in terms of fixed "always-the-same" and "for-everyone-the-same" facts. Perhaps that's what made it boring and nonsensical but there is much more to TOSIF! Our tosif of BEINGs could mean WHAT, WHO, and HOW as well as IS, and AM, and ARE (not in the sense of school grammar, of course!) as we really see them, not as we are expected to...
چون مرا زین بهار بویی نیست...... چه کنم وصف بوستان بهار؟
To begin our writing journey we can think and write about whatever we want, but as one of the HAMRAHAN, we need as well to see our community's WHATs, WHOs, and HOWs with all the AM, IS, and ARE! This will insha'llah give us a chance to write about "what we want" but at the same time to consider our HAMRAHAN who are writing about the THEME of BEING and not to write bout "whatever I like"!
Thursday, April 26, 2007
حسب حال
Salam
Wait! Wait!... this is too joyful……
… and these are your Hamrahan in our new LANGUAGE learning journey of Hamrahan-e Noor.
In this new journey we try to see as 100zaban does,
that
most of all
there is definitely
something very spiritual
about putting words down in the form of writing
…and we want
to start rewriting
what has already been written by God in nature.
During our 40 weeks in the coming four seasons we'll be WRITING
Being
T i m e
Knowing
Spa c e s
Wondering
Want ing
Passion
Monday, April 23, 2007
1, 2, 3 It is a test
I spent a lot of time to choose a new nickname. I think it is suitable at this time, but maybe change it.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
اول دفتر
I would be eagerly looking forward to reading what you have to tell our community about yourselves and about our emerging learning journey!