Don't let Iran go back to what it was before! Not after seeing what they are doing!

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. All those arrested will be killed not silently but in public, that's the way they do it in Iran. First they kill some and those still alive will be killed by the charge of conspiracy with foreign government for regime change or killing people in the street. Today Iran's police say none of the forces in charge of securing the streets are allowed to carry fire gun. They're putting the blame on a group of the protesters, those in prison.
This is how they are dealing with the protesters today. They send their own people to recount 10% of the votes to legitimize an illegitimate government In Iran. Without even considering what is it people are telling them. see the following video from gov. TV and judge by yourself
http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/the_daily_dish/2009/06/if-you-see-something-say-something.html
Could this regime be trusted, a regime trying to intimidate it's own people of trusting each other?
How can they even think that this will work, how can they ever believe that people will put up with this anymore. How they ever believe that we Iranians forced from our country by this regime will be silent after seeing what they are doing with our countrymen?
How can anyone in this big world imagine we let them to have any deal with Iranian government after this? It's time this world understands that Iranians are serious about their freedom! This time they'll fight till they're free.

People of Iran has gone long and need everyone's attention and support to keep on fighting. Please whoever you are Support them, they're intelligent peace loving people living in chain for 30 years. Help them if you can!

Iran's Future is in the hand of it's People -Open letter to Iran

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 describe the sensation of the hope created by you for Iran's future?
How did you become so brave? How could this be while faced with such a brutality we are witnessing these days? I ask myself this question over and over again.
what the whole world is witnessing these days is something new, something different no one could have imagined possible.
Oh my friends, my daughters, my sons, my countrymen be so proud of yourselves, be proud of whom you have become. I have never been this proud for being an Iranian. You're doing a great job be sure of that. You're giving all of us our identity back, the identities stolen from us.
Right now while the whole world is trying to do all they can to help you to get the news out, the regime is doing it's best to shot the curtains on you. At the same time men with power have their own kind of war behind the scenes to turn the page for your future. All those men of God, they're fighting to keep the power trusted to them by the people behind the closed doors.
I wish it was different, I wish the future of this nation could be saved by some fairy figures from Persian mythology. God how I wish someone would come and save you all and make the bad guys go away. It's all my wish thinking simply because I feel so frustrated of the situation you're in, while felt so terrified of what's coming next . My fear comes from the fact that I don't seem to be able finding anything but the power of people even in our old stories. The power to choose the leaders always belonged to the people not the other way around.

What scares me most and perhaps many others is to see once again the future of this great nation be decided behind the closed doors. That would be the defeat of this nation not when they're are attacked by the regime.
They attacked hundreds or thousands of you not when there were millions of you out there. It was as history repeat itself, thirty years ago, people were attacked and killed while protests were arranged to take place in a single spot and numbered but it all stopped when the whole nation walked out of their houses into the streets and stood by each other. Unfortunately we all believe and trust the heroes vi make, the need for a hero might be a human weakness, who knows.

What is happening in Iran is not about a single man it's about a nation standing up to say "enough is enough!". Your leaders are there to serve you, they can be and should be replaced if not capable to handle responsibilities trusted to them.Beside God has never placed a man above others. "God is the greatest" is heard from your roofs every night and the whole world is listening.

Believe what you say by heart, live up to that belief and you'll be safe. if you keep that faith no one dare to harm you or your next. Don't ever fall into the temptation of sinking to their level, don't fall for temptation of letting your anger make you one them. Save your energy and intelligent to something bigger than the life you're living right now. You should not give up on that.

You the great people of Iran have amazed the whole world by your courage and intelligent these last two weeks. Please don't loose faith now, set your leaders free before it's too late, but do it together. Their deadly weapons was not pointed on you when millions of you where in the streets, right!?
Get united and stop their nightly raids, don't let them disturb or ruin your neighbor. United you should set your arrested friends, journalists and writers free. Some one has to write the history books about these glorious days you know.
Don't let the existence of the system break you into pieces or come before yours. Don't let them get away with the blood that are shed. The whole world is aware of your will and power. Believe on yourself, your rights and your power.

Where are People's Vote?

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 leaders.

Please support their protest and start asking Iranian authorities what they have done with People's votes. Do not let them to get away this time. People of Iran did everything according to Islamic Republic's book, still they have been cheated, rubbed and deceived.
I ask The Supreme Leader Ayatollah Ali Khamenei and the Guardian Council how can they allow a man who has created so much distrust in just four years be in charge of the country? How can they even consider recount part of the votes. The voice of nation is what you need to stop trusting this man.
Your man is hiding his face in the sand without realizing that the world is watching him, don't follow him in this act unless you would want to give the world a good laugh. Sending out some people to scream death to BBC, UK and USA doesn't change the facts that the president of Iran had passed a line with no return, he has lost his credibility for ever. Politically he is a dead man already no matter where he hides.

Aren't you reminded of another episode in Iran's recent history by all these? How would it ever work for a leader to be left alone without people's support? Ask yourself that before it's late.
Don't let young people be shot to death, Don't waste their life. Beleive me their dead bodies are greater danger to your existence than their walks trough the streets of Iran. To be their leader you must lead them. To lead them you must Listen, to be to listen you need to have their courage and as for the courage you need to give their votes Back!
Don't you see your president is rubbing them the first right Islamic Republic has given them "the right to elect the president!" This guy is not just rubbing people he is even rubbing The Supreme Leader and the Guardian Council as well as the whole system. How can you stand and watch and do nothing!?

I'll always be here for you

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 discover the world before you find your own place in the universe. I know all that but don't push me into sudden death. I like letting things to take their course and I won't stop your growing, just don't rush into things.
You're a very independent young lady with a lot of original ideas, it's all part of your nature and charm. I know that much better than anyone. I would never ever dream of switch you with anyone simply because you're much prettier and much more complete than all my dreams darling.
That's the truth and you should believe me when I tell you that I understand you even when you waste your time and your talent. It's part of growing up, you have to do your mistakes and learn your lessons from them. That's how we humans function. Try and error works better than learning from someone else's experience and I know that somewhere along the way you'll walk steady and strong.

The good thing is that you don't seem to need me any more for getting up after your falls. But despite of your free and strong spirit I want you to remember I'll always be here for you in every which way you may need me! You can alway relay on me, no matter what! Because I'll always love you as I did the day you were born my little sun shine!

if you want the job to be done right, do it yourself

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 problem if the standard offering would not be the same all over the world. Seems to me that tourist industry needs some real creative thinking to do. For god sake people change your way of thinking run some surveys or do some market investigations instead of replicating what your concurrents set up.
Not as if it was better in the good old day, when you ordered their catalogs and then you either called or went to their agencies for booking a trip. They just took the old style out of their catalogs and published them all on the Internet. What about having everything optional, by pick lists and let the search engine do the job of finding the trip options.
But then again if you want the job to be done right, do it yourself Don't you agree?

When we have more than we need

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 without exploring the world.

The earth has been overpopulated for long, but our problem today is that not that we are too many, we are too many rich enough to buy and consume more than we need. We need to change our life style for two reasons.
First global warming, and the second one is the fact that despite of growing wealth in the world, there are still those living with an income less than one $US a day.
Internet have changed our way of thinking and living, one of the best things with Internet is that we know what's going on other side of the world exactly as it happens. We can not deny the realities or be put in the dark any more. We know the truth for long now.
Seems to be right to get focused on important things in life, like going out for fishing. But before that we should leave the state of awareness behind and go into state of action. we need to take care of nature and care for it, in order to have any fish left there.
We need to take care of those less fortunate to leave happy and content with ourselves. For that we need to reduce our consumption, I hope this global finance crises push us toward a healthier life style soon.

Die Slowly - Pablo Neruda

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 Slowly
He 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 ones “is” rather than a bundle of emotions,
the kind that make your eyes glimmer,
that turn a yawn into a smile,
that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings, dies slowly.

He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,
who is unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,
to thus follow a dream,
those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives, die slowly.

He who does not travel,
who does not read,
who does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself, dies slowly.

He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
who does not allow himself to be helped,
who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck,
about the rain that never stops, dies slowly.

He or she who abandon a project before starting it,
who fail to ask questions on subjects he doesn’t know,
he or she who don’t reply when they are asked something they do know, die slowly.

Let’s try and avoid death in small doses,
always reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort by far
greater than the simple fact of breathing.
Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.

Letting it all go

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 everything but yourself

The room shines in the morning sun, missing you

Behind my close eyes angels dance with a Greek God

Who knows when will I have my solitude moments with him again?

Call this a dream if you want to...........

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 have been the mother of a butterfly,

responsible for hurricanes in another part of the world

My weak roots couldn't stand the winds of ancient orders

Pity, these broken wings exiled me in a frozen land

I did walk with you in my mind and all the memories locked in my soul

Walked with hostages of faith,

with eyes blind of tears that I dropped for return journey

It’s not my color or my faith darling I lost them both

Or all those tears that were suppose to light the way back that were gone

I’ve learned that emptiness of the hearts aches more

Days with constant memories and absent being turned to nights full of dreams

Books were full of words about the love that would hold the happiness tight and safe,

I read them all that’s why my heart is still urged to learn swimming

Past the time and the place into skies

This distance is not the object between me and happiness

I do know how to rush into your arms to witness that smile with a dot

I know how to be whole again

I could ride the waves and sail back to the time

It’s the tide of freedom I am waiting for

To sail me back safe and whole,

There is no blood in that tide

I wonder how they could lie about this in school.

What was that cold, gray, violent thing they introduced as freedom?

That thing could not save anyone but Love does!

One must be born free to stay out of reach for traditions

Do you remember my birth in that dungeon they built for my mother?

Forced orders was my first wrapper,

No wonder courage seemed so scary in those days, but I am sure my soul left the place

But not soon enough to change all that was wrong for us, or even try to

Not as if it ever would make any sense to anyone

And I certainly would be stopped and defeated all the same

But I would have a chance to earn the king’s respect just for trying all that

And maybe, he would send out the prince to ride out and save me!

Maybe we still can save the planet

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 moment

asking why they are burning the planet

I tightened my grip around her tiny hand

and hold on her courage to confess the truth to her shadow

That there never been them, it’s us doing the harm

It’s us giving life to the fire, it's us living for today with no faith on tomorrow

I still hear her in my mind, asking me over and over again

“Can’t we just stop this madness mum?”

Maybe I could stretch the time line or find a way to turn the clock back just for her

may be we should all do that,

maybe the answer is a trip back to the time we wanted less but felt more

maybe we still can save this planet

To a friend in Irak

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,

While your leaders been selected for you

They hanged the truth in the air along with common criminals,

None of us did care enough to do something

We kept reading headlines written by embedded newsman

Your body count never stopped but we hold on to our silence

You should neither forget nor forgive us for not standing by your side

No one ever could claim that the world outside didn’t know

What we lacked was courage and humanity; we were acting as we didn’t care

To tell the truth, no one did; not really otherwise you would be free by now

We still act the same; my heart aches to say this

But you are on your own, please don’t count on us

These dark materials will fill our history books some day

I am sure our kids will be fed by them to grow as stupid as us

The truth is out there not hidden but ignored

The same truth that should save you now

You should not forget our betray neither should you forgive

If all we offer is pity and silence, none does you any good

With the dance of rain

I will write us down, with all those mighty words the world of men came upon
to describe the grounds our feet could walk on,
to point the heights, we could only sense

Believe me light grows behind the darkness
and I can show you desert flowers one day
A simple dance for rain, could save this world my darling

The old man said
without the truth, smiles will be spelled with tears
and read this somewhere that
people with laughs painted on their face, settle for boxes full of sorrow
What's worst is that our parents will die as fools, while acting like heroes we never had
I have to tell all that is not said, with my most gentle voice
and that will be my way to remember the love greater than my courage
to be the fairy tale you used to call me

It is called divorce not crime

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 thinking.

Hated myself for dreaming in such a moments, while I needed to be focused. Instead of finding a solution for the situation I was dreaming what was wrong with me? have I thought in that desperate moment that the devastating event could be freeze if I was dreaming? ...............

Still I can't answer to that question, but seven years have passed and I have these flash backs to those days. Every time he is back to see the girls they just pop up on my mind. I feel so little, his return is my reminder of what we have done to them, our kids.

I am sure my daughters feel the same anxiety as I, not as if we bring it in the open and talk about it. But it's there in all 3 of us, feelings like these makes us sisters instead of mother and daughters. Sisters that need to be on their guards.

It's us and him, just the thought sends shivers down my spine. It shouldn't be like this, he should be the other base they build their own lives on. Every time he comes, he acts as if someone has put him on a trial and he needs to feel innocent and as always in lack of understanding he desperately victimizes himself.

None of us even try anymore to reason with him. He will never accept that it is nobody's fault. Sometimes life turns in this way and people divorce from each other, families break and children grow up. There is no crime commited here, this is called divorce that's all.

They go into deep winter sleep

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 face it no one gets younger, I have at least learned about my limitations. I know I don't feel good in winter and it doesn't get better. 28 years ago I was looking forward to this day, in my mind 28 years would be long enough for anyone even me to adjust. What I never took into account was the age or Thyroid disorder. I have both to blame and the fact that I was not born to live in a country as cold as Sweden.

How was life hundred years ago in this part of the world one might wonder? to tell you the truth I have no idea and unfortunately I have no past generation to ask them either. You have a limited past created by you when you immigrant to another country. There is no continuance in one's life.

Over one night you loose your country, your family and your friends. You loose your past. It’s like a line ends and you’re forced to start it all over by a dot. How in earth one could believe that life is fair. Anyway the disconnection never ends; it is there no matter how hard you try to ignore it. It creates a missing part, first in your life than in your soul. Deep inside you know what's missing but you don't talk about it. It just pops up every now and then when you're so confused or bothered by something. Like me today so upset with winter...............

Me inside out?

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 northern Europe I guess, Everything is frozen to hell.
I guess even my soul is of ice now, I don't feel anything but cold chilly feeling of emptiness. I don't even want to start with that freezing cold inside.
Here is an idea, what if I am all inside out!? one feels the cold more if empty inside right?
It's such an intimidating idea, having my inside out in front of the whole world!? No I don't think so. I am just not born for this climate that's all!
I should write about summer to keep myself warm otherwise I might not survive the winter,. Funny after 28 years of living here I'm still complaining about the cold.
One should not blame me, blame biology it failed me , plants adjust to new environments and survive but I don't isn't that sad?
Well every which way I choose today the notes get dark and sad, sorry Let's put an end to today's notes .......

Global silence

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.

This world as it is today, is a horrible place to live, think about how many lives are wasted in streets of Baghdad, or Kabul for nothing. Think about the kids in Palestine, or Israel do they have anything to say about the war going on around them? Is there anyone out there who would ever give a thought before they sign up a war plan, or when they place a bomb waiting for innocent kids in their way to school. Is there anyone crying for their souls except the relatives? What is it we do, the others standing by the side reading it in our morning papers while digesting the breakfast? We leave them behind somewhere in those papers, or in trash baskets. Do we like it, hell not! Do we do anything that shows or describes how it’s felt to have that knowledge, that someone like me, who could be my sister or brother, is devastated over his or her child’s death? Hell no!!!!

When are we going to make a stand for basic human rights, the right to say no more, no more investments on arms? I wonder what it takes to build up that force. What if we would raise a whole generation against war? Who cares who is right or wrong; no conflict should be resolved by arms, ever. How could we justify this global silence? Well if what they say about being placed in hell if committed a crime in this life is true, I am sure we all end up there for this long silence for not acting, or reacting.

Don’t you hate it, I mean when you think about this silence. How long are we all going to keep this bloody silence? What does it take to break it?

The power of mind

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 whenever I found things too difficult to handle, I used to tell myself if you can't handle it no one will. It gave me a sense of control and confidence. I apply the same thing when it comes to diseases. I make sure not to have time to receive them. Like a queen not accepting the enemies, and as you know not always the queen is in charge, the intruders barge in despite the queen's strong objection.

I think it comes from dad's reaction whenever we were sick, he used to say stop convincing yourself you're sick when you're not. Your body is fooling you into sickness you can't give in. The funny thing is that to me it was like the other way around, I was fooling my body to feel healthy when it was not. And now I can't say which method or philosophy is applied when it comes to sickness and me, all I know is that the power of mind much more reliable than a sick body don't you agree?

We are meant to be

Be my peace while pain of the past catches up with me
Be my roots when the sadness washes me off my ground
Be my light in the dark places I pass
Be my church, my temple when my soul is on fire
Stay with me when others leave,
and then talk to me and let your voice take me with ecstacy
Open your arms and hide me when there is no shelter
Let your perfect mind touch my body,
let your hands reach my thoughts and
Let your soul capture my heart
Cause that is the way it's meant to be!

Digital world so much safer

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 this world to escape the real one, they rather spend their life and their money on a world doesn’t exists than deal with the real one killing them.

This should be bad news for people with power at the top of the world. You think it ring a bell for these guys to wake up; but the truth is that politicians have lost their touch with reality, after 9/11 they started a campaign to fight the terrorists, after five years they created more terrorists that ever, still they don't get it.

Some one should tell them the truth. Tell them how our next generation are saving themselves by taking distance from these guys. We are witnessing mass immigration into a second life. Real people feel safer in there than homes protected by you guys. In less than 3 years 3,854,258 have been joining this digital world, they are moving in there and taking every thing they have with themselves. Soon they'll have their International meetings, educational systems, sales and advertisements moved in there Even most important thing from your point of view "their spending money….."

Well aren't you going to ask yourself why? in case this question pops up on your mind, I doubt those responsible would dare to do so, they simply see what they want to see. But just in case any of you guys wonders, to find the answer you should take the time and think about what the hell you are doing with this real world , again I doubt it but may be and I say it again maybe you understand why.

Don't I love you if I forget Valentine day darling?

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 Valentine day and I love having you in my life. Then I go Like AAAAAAAAAA!

Was quite upset with myself, for not remembering this day ever, I mean every one does but not me, how come? I don’t think I love others less, it's just that I don’t like conventions.

So here it is :

I would like to say it loud even if it is this once. I love every human in every corner of this world, all year long not just Valentine day, but always. I don't think there is anything wrong with this day either, it is just too commercialized for my taste that's all. So please don't get me wrong I love you all.