The Break

In the picture you're probably looking at, there's me, who had a hard break recently in his life.

On the board behind you're seeing a poem which I strongly admire, from Omar Khayyam.
It says:
I don't know at all that the one who created me
made me belonged to the paradise or the ugly hell!
a grail and an idol and a barbat₁ near the tilth
enough to me and yours the unseen heaven

p.s:
1-barbat: an special traditional persian music instrument

Many poeple die when they are 25 but aren't buried till they are 75.

Max Frisch

Sick Of Everything

We usually sleep when we feel tired, do you know why? Because that way most of the senses get off, so there is almost no feeling. Have you thought how restful the death can be? No? Think it.

Ahhh..., how tired I feel!

Thank you for ever

The time my horse passes the hill, I don't think I'm still alive.I don't think I should have thought this deep so that I became drowned under everything. Life is on surfaces, but I've never seen there.All people I know live on the surfaces, so they can live; But I haven't lived, because I'm not that high.
Although I haven't experienced how a beautiful life -which I believe- is, there have been nice things in my life that I owe them. In fact I'm not sure if there is anything or anybody looking after me, but there are many things that they helped me to have good times and improve my life so that it's necessary to thank them.
I thank my feet for their gracefully help of carrying me to everywhere I decided to go.
I thank my arms for their friendly support of every movement I needed them to make.
I thank my eyes for their supplying of brightness I've needed to see the world around.
I thank my ears for their faithfully transporting of noise into my mind so that I could understand the fascinating effect of sounds.
I thank my mouth because of it's kind working to show the world that I'm a little part of it.
And also I thank every part of my body I can't place their helps in this little note and also the parts I even don't know anything about their existence and of course they are as kind as the others.
But it's necessary to say a special thank to the most generous part of my body before this note ends; Dear my heart, thank you for your tender suffering my worthless life;I'm so embarrassed I'm not that able to redress even a little part of your efforts in my chest; Thank you for ever.

Start!

No more think about the things you can't change. It's the time to catch your allotment of life.
Remember not to forget it:
Time passes when you're not looking!
You don't have enough time to sorrow over all of your mistakes; their times are all dead and gone, so start right now.

Up to ever

I don't know how long it should take to think about what the person thinks. How long to end this. How long to think if I can redress anything about them. How long to think about the situations I was wrong to, about, with them. Is it important at all?!! Is it that important to think about, all the times I'm only with myself, all the times I'm near the window, all the times I'm sitting holding my knees with my hands close to my chest, all the times I'm looking at my notes, All the times I look a white clear paper...

Is it really real?!

Doubt!

Do you think if you will find my feeling for this?

Such a nice surprise!

The thing I want to write about, refers to the day I met three dutch tourists at the Hafez tomb. Can you believe it?! The girl, I mean the one who was younger than the two other tourists, who was very quiet and just spoke a little, answered my first email and the most interesting thing is that she's written that she took a photo of me when I was writing my email address on their book. Isn't it exciting! I had never predicted that she may be so surprising. And also she's sent that photo for me in the email. Her name is Dominique and she's written that she is 21. So I wasn't much wrong, because I supposed that perhaps she was around 20. This is enough for now to write, so I invite you to see that photo she's taken of me.The boy standing near me is Hossein, one of my classmates in English class, and the two women are Dominique's aunts, and that one is me in a white T-shirt, writing my email address.