tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220216582011-11-28T01:53:06.876+01:00I am the lost soul of Asia.The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comBlogger331100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-23352529182104250722009-11-13T12:28:00.003+01:002011-04-01T16:04:48.701+02:00

دعانویس با نوشتن دعا بر روی بدن لخت زنان،آنان را اغفال می کردمردی که به بهانه دعا نویسی ، زنان جوان را اغفال می کرد و آنان را وادار می کرد کهلخت شوند تا بر روی بدن آنها دعا بنویسد و آنان را مورد آزار جنسی قرار می داد، دستگیر شد .هفته گذشته زنی به کلانتری ۱۸ قرچک ورامین رفت و علیه مردی دعا نویس شکایت کرد.او گفت؛ من در زندگی ام مشکلاتی داشتم و هیچ راه حلی برای آنها پیدا نمی کردم تا اینکه ازهمسایه

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-79268366652497371962009-09-23T15:31:00.011+02:002010-02-05T11:59:08.829+01:00

هنرمند معروف سوئدی رقص "آزادی وجود ندارد.." را به مردم ایران و مبارزات آزادیخواها‌نه ایرانیان تقدیم کرده. این رقص مدرن نشان دادنده اتفاقات بعد از انتخابات سال ۸۸ ایران است. تظاهرات خیابانی که منجر به مرگ و زندانی شدن بسیاری از هموطنهای ما شد. این رقص نشاندهنده مبارزات جنبش سبز ایران در دورانیست که چشم دنیا به ایران و مردم مبارز ایران دوخته شده. دورانی که قوانین زیر پا گذاشته میشود و خون جوانان

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-5915680021226822632009-09-10T22:49:00.005+02:002009-10-06T20:45:01.067+02:00

I have been following the news from Iran, can't never explain what kind of pain I feel inside. How little one is when nothing can be done, when every atom of your body is exploding of hurt and anger. I have promised myself to follow my young friends in Iran, to do all in my power to fight and help Iranians in every which way I can without sinking to Ahmadinejad and his supporter's level. It means

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-38753260133247505202009-08-31T23:12:00.004+02:002009-09-01T00:42:36.023+02:00

Is there any logic behind the events in Iran these days? Some are holding to their power by all means without showing any mercy to innocent lives.-People are shut to death in the street and this so called president elect goes to TV and promise to pay a visit to all those missed his present during election campaign as if he lives on another planet.-IRGC attacks people's home destroy their property

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-39121343436708962009-08-19T00:08:00.003+02:002009-08-19T01:14:29.090+02:00

I have been following the news from Iran constantly ever since election in June. There are a lot of ugly truth coming out about torture, rape and even killing people in the day light right in front of everyone's eyes.But no one cares to follow up the cases, when one man(Mr Karoubi) starts to say it load and clear that there are evidence of rape and torture in prisons. The parliament runs a one

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-86409876710631225722009-08-12T14:11:00.007+02:002009-08-12T14:51:09.901+02:00

I recently found out that we have around 5000 Ayatollahs in Iran and only 88 of them are working with the government. How come they don't do or say anything? why don't they take off their priest robe and sayNO MORE! NO MORE KILLINGS IN THE NAME OF GOD!I grew up watching my father praying every single day of his life, until Khomeini started killing young people for their political views. He

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-42334258819503104612009-07-01T11:06:00.006+02:002009-08-12T14:10:50.316+02:00

Iranians are still fighting, still hoping and still not in rest regarding the electionand it aftermate. Iran's reformist leaders are facing collective false charges in a court without their defense lawyers present.It's so heart breaking to here Rafsanjani repeating himself and telling people don't blame the system for what's happening. Some one has to ask him if it's not the system what is it

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-88809993180673803392009-06-29T19:42:00.013+02:002009-06-30T00:13:38.876+02:00

Look at the pictures, the videos coming from Iran, look how they fight. Not something I would recommend if it was a ordinary situation. What's happening in Iran is urgent and serious, people are dieing over there. People die for the right this very bloody regime has given them. The right to elect their president.The regime will destroy them all with reduced media coverage we all know the fact.

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-37441738257645320462009-06-25T13:12:00.012+02:002009-06-28T03:38:58.019+02:00

All I have done during these last days was reading miles of written words, following hundreds of blogs on twitter and watching hours of videos, pictures you have sent for us. How can I ever describe it all for you. I just can't help to say this that all of us trapped outside the fence are nothing compared to you.How can we thank you for opening the doors to us living outside Iran? How can I

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-70411733014150034362009-06-16T22:59:00.007+02:002009-06-28T00:00:14.993+02:00

Please don't just look away, people of Iran need your attention, Join "Where is my vote" on face book, follow twitters tagged #iranelection and update yourself about how they fight. Encourage them by care, these are young and brave students knowing there is a big risk their whole future is ruined by taking the protest walks, still they walk for their rights to vote and their rights to elect their

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-51496293377627945672009-03-31T13:43:00.011+02:002009-03-31T14:16:48.513+02:00

You just don't know how encouraging it is to know that you visit my Blogg from time to time, or when you tell me you borrowed some of my words.You have grown to a wonderful young lady, and soon you'll be 18 years old and I have to treat you as an adult. Please don't get upset if I don't manage it that well. To me you'll always be a little girl.I know the spin of life does not stop and you have to

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-72817834469172742832009-02-06T14:29:00.008+01:002009-02-06T15:30:23.540+01:00

Planning for a family trip these days, God what I am happy my sister is doing the job instead of me. Internet is very useful as long as you don't have any references. I found out that you always have to ask for personal assistance as soon as your preferences is not the same as the standard offerings, so the cost reduction is lost since you are not doing it on line.Well that should not be a

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-61830416851408384592009-02-06T12:56:00.004+01:002009-02-06T13:49:32.275+01:00

Don't know where to put the blame, for our overconsumption. Are we loosing the real meaning of life? I mean look around you, in every house there are more than one TV, several set of computers, in a lot of countries not just west families have more than one cars. Still we have not time to do real things as our parents did, like going out for fishing or a picnic. We do travel all around the world

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-6817787497051786182008-09-22T11:09:00.003+02:002008-09-22T11:14:42.117+02:00

A friend of mine sent me this yesterday, my soul was captured by these wise words so I wanted to share it with the world.Die SlowlyHe who becomes the slave of habit,who follows the same routes every day,who never changes pace,who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,who does not speak and does not experience, dies slowly.He or she who shuns passion,who prefers black on white,dotting

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-62825438251037281202008-05-15T13:05:00.004+02:002008-05-23T15:02:39.326+02:00

Letting go would lead to another heart break Memories are doing their jobs again, healing the wounds When you left, silence came by Left that old basket of memories by my feet Acting like an old school master, upset of me doing it wrong again Teaching me over again, how to cope with this pain of missing you Deep and heavy was the truth you left behind You left the room empty of

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-7155451033925465422008-01-11T16:47:00.002+01:002008-02-21T12:11:58.172+01:00

With me in a dark corner, Captured in such a silence with past always in front between me and the future I will never get to, Traces of the past alway lead to the point of no return This bobble I live in makes me so vulnerable as if captured by aliens! Once I took all courage I could find to plant you and me, into a new being to grow in me by turning to a silk cocoon I could

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-88201126473370451332008-01-10T10:38:00.000+01:002008-01-10T10:56:12.170+01:00

Life is walking away from us all this world is not big enough to hold on us and all we desire Happiness is back to shadow, and sun is not shining as it used to My daughter shows me the clouds while waiting for my answer God knows I can’t tell her what time it is Her life has just started…………… I just wonder how I still can live with myself knowing how frighten she was in that momentasking

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-10388657907046324782008-01-09T12:38:00.005+01:002008-07-08T12:22:05.385+02:00

They came disguised as movie stars wearing Ray Bans and Submachine guns like those figures right out of fiction movies Their mission was "bringing democracy" they said Some among you whispered distrust, some dared to hope Some waited for WMD to be found, Some even waited for justice while your army was trained to fell you down Some died or tortured in prisons and some in line to vote,

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-4088464780491873072008-01-08T10:10:00.000+01:002008-01-23T11:25:16.697+01:00

I will write us down, with all those mighty words the world of men came uponto describe the grounds our feet could walk on,to point the heights, we could only senseBelieve me light grows behind the darknessand I can show you desert flowers one dayA simple dance for rain, could save this world my darlingThe old man saidwithout the truth, smiles will be spelled with tearsand read this somewhere

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-65307858033080154702008-01-02T15:09:00.000+01:002008-01-07T15:53:44.301+01:00

Two pair of frighten eyes was watching from the dark corner of the room, no way I could ignore the existing of the fragile souls behind those eyes that could break in pieces. The silence would make him take further steps in this stupid confrontation. He has done it before, so why not now. if only I could send them to a warm sunny beach away from this scene away from us with a simple wish

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-17197658196423325702007-12-05T10:33:00.000+01:002007-12-19T14:46:55.514+01:00

every year I mean the flowers they get into their long rest for winter to pop up fresh and shinny in spring. Just imagine if humans could do the same, rest for winter to be productive and active in the spring. This will remain as a desire at least as long as I live in this frozen country. Although Sweden is not as frozen as it used to be thanks to global warming and stupid politicians, but let's

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-5803897860945758882007-11-28T13:45:00.000+01:002007-11-29T08:43:09.382+01:00

Has been a while, writing doesn't come easy these days. My life is work and family obligation, to be honest I enjoy both a lot, so I have ignored my urge for writing and I don't regret it at all.I was certain that winter will come with more time for indoor activities, like writing, it's just that days are shorter, darker and colder, well that is how life is supposed to be if you're living in

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-21051888024982990352007-03-12T15:34:00.000+01:002007-03-12T15:57:43.988+01:00

Imagine if we could change the world, imagine if we could stop the war, hunger and end poverty in this world. Imagine if we were one, I am sure there are millions of us believing in a world with no war or hunger. Imagine if we all been able to act as one force, one body. We could move this planet if we wanted to. We could end the misery; we would live with respect for ourselves and each other.

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-8892007479805199302007-03-02T15:46:00.000+01:002007-03-02T16:26:47.513+01:00

Happy to be back at work after one week of staying at home for a bad cold. The sickness forced itself to me despite of my strong denial. This always been my way of pushing back getting sick, by simply not accpeting the fact that I could get sick.I beleive it's called the power of mind, or something like that. You convince your body to obey your mind, and the mind says you're not sick.As kid

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-20541703811851871102007-03-01T13:15:00.000+01:002007-03-01T14:31:10.291+01:00

Be my peace while pain of the past catches up with meBe my roots when the sadness washes me off my groundBe my light in the dark places I passBe my church, my temple when my soul is on fireStay with me when others leave,and then talk to me and let your voice take me with ecstacyOpen your arms and hide me when there is no shelterLet your perfect mind touch my body,let your hands reach my thoughts

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-65946794876443696962007-02-22T17:09:00.000+01:002007-02-23T09:33:33.212+01:00

We are loosing it, we are loosing it big time. No one listens to people any more and no one cares what the majority have to say, the whole world say load and clear no to every damn war they plan for, it doesn't stop them from starting it. Poeple with power invest their wars with young poeples lives.No wonder young people join the Second Life. A digital world on the internet. Young people join

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-78536813134035560012007-02-15T16:34:00.000+01:002007-02-15T17:13:26.534+01:00

I received a sweet SMS from my sister yesterday; despite of facing yearly valentine flower from my boss on my desk in the morning, I was confused all right. Got happy and felt the joy while reading her SMS, yet wondered if I have done something nice for her lately. I even replied her with a question what? What have I done to deserve this? Later I met her and asked her the same and she said it is

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-23508870666934342842007-02-13T16:10:00.000+01:002007-02-13T16:15:04.266+01:00

I wanted to tell about this another person living in me. I never mentioned this before to anyone, about the silent, distant invisible being, so present in me. Always in the background, this is the best part of me if you ask me. The invisible me, she keeps me from falling, keeping from losing. Not as if I am a kind of person always running for wining situation. My gains are little, unregistered

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-72834735811345165582007-02-09T15:28:00.000+01:002007-02-02T16:51:45.718+01:00

Here are two questions How fun is life when you hear about real people putting ads on net to buy points for higher level in some game? You’re making someone else rich while they shut you in a world that doesn’t exist. What’s wrong with this world we have, why don’t you try to reach new higher level where you actually are and belong? Freedom and control,

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-1379915750554877692007-02-02T13:03:00.000+01:002007-02-09T15:34:33.006+01:00

My mum would rather ignore me than hear me; this is her way to avoid difficult issues. I know it’s painful, but the words are to be said loud and clear before we see the lights. Dad is not well, talking about it makes her cry. I don’t think she realizes that I know the consequences, or understand her desperate need of dad getting better. She needs her husband and wants him to be as he was before.

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-2888181128256232262007-02-01T11:08:00.000+01:002007-02-02T12:43:14.139+01:00

I noticed that young people have a lot to tell us; in every which way you can imagine. I take it as education. Trying to learn what pisses them off; you are not supposed to tell them what to do even if they ask for it. The best way is to ask a lot of questions about the issue, open up the dark corners for them. Corners they wouldn't see, not as if they lack intelligence. It's just not required

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-1141380757421437622006-03-03T10:33:00.000+01:002006-12-12T14:15:27.684+01:00

Life has been on hold, for several years not as if things haven’t changed yes they did. Everything has been moving forward and even backward as they usually do in life. You wake up in the morning and get to work do the things you have to, every now and then you get yourself a new outfit and get rid of the old ones. You read new books and put the old one in the bookshelf. You find out that you

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22021658.post-1139210358516848092006-02-06T08:12:00.000+01:002006-02-06T08:44:53.180+01:00

I have started a blog today, it's like a web diary, might be intressting. It will be fun that much I know. I will soon learn more about it.

The Lost Soul of Asianoreply@blogger.com