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Again back at home...
Feeling so much at ease :-)
I have so many things to say, but it takes a while to give them alittle order!!
Will do my best to make this weblog a better place!!!! :D

Az-Zahra University

When I was accepted in Az-Zahra university I couldn't remember whether I saw that it is a single sex university or not when I chose it in my university choices!!!!!!! ;-)
I couldn't accept to go there especially because it was English Literature the major I was accepted in! Just think about it... English Literature at Az-Zahra university!!!Despite these I was preparing myself to go abroad to study. But a promise made me to stay and study at Az-Zahra... A promise which worthed more than everything...
So I went there with a disappointed heart and an awkward feeling...

The first two semesters passed too fast. Visiting new people at both university and dormitory left no time for me to think about other things. I accepted Az-Zahra because I had no other choice... But the major still remained a ditch in my neck!It was like all the terms I passed in English Institutes since I was a child, a kind of wasting my time!!!
I visited two really kind hearted girls who became my best friends, Marjan and Zahra! I will never forget the days we spent together in the dorm.

Then the second year started and I just left Shiraz and went again to Az-Zahra because of my buddies (M & Z). But little by little the courses became amazingand I found a great interest in me to continue...
Everything was fine but a failure in a friendship ruined it all!!! A failure which really destroyed me and all my dreams... Then a disaster happened which affected my whole family's life!!! My auntie died when we all least expected her to die...
My mother couldn't tolerate her sister's death so I went to Shiraz to be with her and make the tolerance of the sorrow of her sister's absence alittle bit easier...My worst days where those which I should cured my mother while I had a great pain in my heart which remained uncovered!!!

I spent a semester in Shiraz University and experienced the co-educational system and it was then when I found out that Az-Zahra is the best university which I could be accepted in... And as usual I became ashamed of myself why I judged so hurridly!!!So I went back to Az-Zahra where I knew at this time was a great place to gain knowledge and experience.
I still had that pain in my heart, but little by little it gave me strength and made me feel closer to my Lord. Now I'm thanking my God to know him more than ever! To know that he was not my soul mate! He was not the right match for me but I wanted to make him the one!!!! It was my greatest mistake and at the same time my greatest experience. Now I left everything in God's hands and trust him truely...

I'm still studying at Az-Zahra and I am happier than ever! I have a great God on my side and that is the point...

Auntie...

It's hard, really hard to bear this house without her... The house which was just my second home is no longer familiar to me... I want to escape... She's not among us anymore, but I can feel her presence every moment!

As I step in the rooms I remember every smile on her beautiful mouth. Smiles that I ignored and now I beg God to see them once more...

It's so unbearable... She's not among us anymore. It's been a year since last time I saw her calm lovely face. Still I can remember every single moment she was next to me and I ignored. What a stupid ungrateful creature...

God, I did love her and still I do... Why I acted so????? Why I ignored??????Now I should suffer...

Auntie how kind you were toward all of us. How lovely your face was. Why I should come to this house and feel your absence?! Why should I bear such situation? I can not...But I do it just to punish myself for not being grateful when I had you...

God, I cannot bear... I want to cry, scream, shout, cry and cry and cry...

She's not among us... She's up in the skies and I in the house where was once with her warm presence my home...

A Painful Memory!!

Imagine a child with blood all over her face, screaming and shouting!!! What has happened???????

Come on… Don't take it serious! These sentences were only to provoke your curiosity!! Nothing really serious has happened! She only falls down from her bicycle and her head breaks!!!

I was about 6 and on a sunny afternoon was riding my bike in the yard. Suddenly something inside me shouted: "Hey gal, your mom is busy with her guests. Go out in the alley where you can ride faster!"

So I opened the door and carefully close it behind me. Happy to see that much freedom, I was smiling when I heard my little brother at the back! As I was riding at the pavement I turned my head to say something that he may scare and go inside.

But suddenly I heard a crash and felt a pain in my forehead. I tried to stand up and see what has happened. As I was standing up I saw my little brother's face, who was looking at me with open mouth and murmuring "BLOOD"!!!

Yes! My forehead had been broken and it was seriously bleeding. So I screamed with all my power and rushed inside the house to search for help. Mom and auntie who had heard my loudest screams came out and tried to calm me down!! They took me to the hospital. During the medical procedures I kept on screaming and screaming…
Guys, it was really hurting!

But that was not THAT bad! 'coz I rested at home for two days and didn't go to school!!
And unfortunately after that I was never permitted to ride my bike out of the house!!!

Tired of all these sounds and crowd of the city life? Thinking of going far away from these , where you can regain your lost energies? Then why don’t you take a look at Maldives on the net???!!!

Republic of Maldives with the official name “Dhivehi Raajjeyge Jumhooriyyaa” is a group of atolls in the Indian ocean, located in southern parts of Asia. This country is a republic which proclaimed its independence on July 26, 1965. Its capital is “Male” and its climate is hot and humid.

As you see in the pictures Maldives is not just an ordinary island! Its beautiful sceneries and lovely nature catches lots of eyes through the world, and lots of tourists are attracted to see its fantastic beaches with lovely and unique corals.

Maldivians who are ethnic groups of South Indians, Sinhalese, and Arabs have the religion of Islam (Sunni) and live with their own customs and traditions. Their local language is “Dhivehi” but their official one is English.
They run their lives by producing agricultural products such as coconuts, corn, sweet potatoes, and fish. While the country’s main industries are: first of all Tourism, then Fish Processing, Shipping, Boat Building, Coconut Processing, Garments, Woven mats, Rope, Handicrafts, Coral and Sans Mining.

Away from general informations of Maldives, just think about having a fantastic, unique trip to Maldives where you can feel the cool breeze of Indian ocean on your cheeks while walking on warm sands!
Do not hesitate! If you have the money, so set the time and settle in the paradise for few days and let your mind and body to recharge! No doubt that you’ll ENJOY…

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Sometimes I feel that it's over, OVER!
But suddenly a ray of hope shines.
What's the use of it????? To make you content of your doomed love?! To make you happy of having him in your mind? Onle there...?!!
DAMN! I need no hope.
Enough; It's not hope. It's all lies...
Damn hope, Damn lie, Damn love...
I want to be free, like a bird, and fly away, far far far away... Where there is no sign of him.
Where there is all me and me and me!
No one around! No one...
Being alone,,, And your mind empty of any thought...
Thanks God.

Is Housework Degrading???!!!

Once, when I was a child, I asked my mother: "Mom, don't you ever get tired of what you do in the house?! Everyday you wake up in the morning, set the table for breakfast, preparing us for school, making lunch, dinner, cleaning the house, and so on… Don't you ever think of working out of the house?" The only answer I received was, "I love my family."

The housework which is chosen by a woman is not only degrading but also a pleasure! A woman who chooses to be a housewife is choosing to share her love with her family. It's not a matter of laboring a woman; she chooses it herself because she enjoys to do so…

But a woman who doesn't like to work in the house is labored if she is forced to do so! Housework in this way is really degrading! Not only housework, but also all other jobs which don't satisfy the person.

I think that a woman who chooses to work in the house is devoting her life for her family. That's why some people believe that it's a sacred job!!!

Let's thank our mothers for devoting their lives to show their love toward their family, especially their children.

Euthanasia

Mercy killing or euthanasia is giving the opportunity of choosing death or life to a very ill person who is not going to recover.

People have different ideas about euthanasia. Some say that a person who's totally ill and has no hope to recover should have the opportunity of whether continue living or just stop. Because it is he who suffers and goes through pains, and it should be he who decides.

Some other completely protest against this law and they believe with science improving every instant the ill person who is not recovered today may be recovered tomorrow.

I myself totally disagree with mercy killing. I think that anyone who believes in God admits that the time of our death is in His will. We can not decide when or where or how to die! If a person does so, he somehow commits suicide; or maybe I can say that euthanasia is suicide! That's why I'm against it…

There is so much argument on the subject, but still no result. Because the ideas about it are divided into two completely opposite groups, and I think it would never end!!!

First blogging...

I always have difficulties how to start a conversation, although I have lots of things to say!
The idea of writing a weblog really pleased me (Thanks to dear Dr.Marandi!!!)
It's a place where I can share both my joys and sorrows; So in times of sorrow it makes me calm down and cheer up, and in times of pleasure it let's me share my happiness and emotion.
That's why I'm enjoying writing weblog and I am sure I'll enjoy more and more... :-)