Let's Pray!

When you are suffering from an invisible pain...

When you're damaging inside... And you can't find any way for stopping your gradual burning...

When you see everyone so far from you, and see your hands so helpless and get down...

Just close your eyes for a moment!

Life is not that miserable that you may feel now...

It is the playing of your offended mind on your emotions!

Just squeeze your hands on your heart!

And take a deep breath...

Just as I always do...

And ask God to take your hand, show you the way, and take you out of the dungeon of ignorance....

Don't be afraid! The only problem is that you are lost in the proceeding and never-stopping path of life...

Don't feel desperate! Your weak feet may be unable to catch up with the speed of life...

Don't cry! we all sometimes hang!

But give your hands to me... let's make a chain... A chain of desire, of demand.

Let's trust him...

And free ourselves ... hand in hand with the wind... pass through the waves of passing hours...

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Will you give me your hand?

Tempted emotions

The trees of the latter spring,

In the embrace of the sky 'r dancing,

And the clouds, like the sky's silky white gown,

To the paradise lost are inviting...

The color of life...

The color of being...

O' Luna for her secrets bears no more keeping...!

Here is your paradise, here is your book of life,

Where you and I will be forevermore...

A trip for spring!

It's 8 days:

The SPRING has come and made everything fresh;

The year, the month, the days, the air, and the nature.

But...

Just one thing is becoming old, and it alone worths all those freshness...

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Our friendship!

Translation of a beautiful message!

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The smell of the humid spring...

When the rain drops knock on the window

And the scourges of the clouds, touch the tearful face of the ground...

...It's just a vague inspired voice,

from the nature...

The smell of the sea,

The nice perfume of the life which is current in the veins of the woods,

"And it's breaking my heart,

I know what I must do...

I hear my country call me

But I wanna be with you

It's taking my side

One of us will lose,

Don't let go,

I want to know,

That you will wait for me...

...Until the day

There's no borderline..."

I will come back after my trip is over!

;-)

The steps of Spring

It’s for such a long time that I want to write about the coming steps of spring.

Since I’m a daughter of spring! And she is just 14 days older than me ;-) this extraordinary season is a palpable paradise for me.

I even selected the title: “Have you recognized the smell? The spring is coming!”

As far as I was busy with the custom of cleaning all the stuffs on the verge of spring, I didn’t find the chance to jot it down and share it.

So, now I’m going to write about these exciting changes not only in the face of the earth, but also in the depth of our hearts…






I found out that on the surface, the purpose of all these beautiful feelings of eagerness, desire, excitement, fascination and freshness is the moment of changing the year. And deeply thinking you will recognize that most of the people ignore all those mentioned feeling, because they consider that moment of the change is the peak of their joy!

But the reality is that the beauty of the spring is due to the nature of all the enthusiasm, anxiety, and emotion that it brings into our hearts.

All the nice things about the spring are absorbed in the last two weeks of the old year, while we celebrate the first two weeks of the New Year. Although doing some great customs like visiting the family members and inviting them back is delightful and appealing, but it must not make the soul of the nature to be outshined and neglected because of its surface.

This belief is something common between me and some friends of mine, so we always celebrate the last Thursday of the year by going into the nature and especially to the mountains.

In these days the whole soul of the nature yields the glad tidings of the blossoms of spring. It reminds a mythical phoenix, reborn from the ashes.

In the following I will place some pictures that we have taken from the mountain Darake in the last Thursday of the old year.

There was such a gorgeous silence which we couldn’t be satisfied to abandon that magnificent temple of the pure prayers. I’m so sorry that the sound of the silence of water is not available in these pictures.