<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749</id><updated>2012-02-02T18:48:27.622+03:30</updated><category term='Myself'/><category term='Cyprus'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Mehrdad'/><category term='Rozana'/><category term='Malaysia'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>somisahara</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>944</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-3451211222329067178</id><published>2012-02-01T10:36:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2012-02-01T11:27:24.233+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>New Car, New Key</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7z0nmuzviwI/TyjkZFZ-dLI/AAAAAAAABRY/cK4ZbhIivbY/s1600/2012-01-26%2B11.17.37-771978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704060047663723698" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7z0nmuzviwI/TyjkZFZ-dLI/AAAAAAAABRY/cK4ZbhIivbY/s320/2012-01-26%2B11.17.37-771978.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: times new roman, new york, times, serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-3451211222329067178?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/3451211222329067178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=3451211222329067178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/3451211222329067178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/3451211222329067178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2012/02/new-car-new-key.html' title='New Car, New Key'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7z0nmuzviwI/TyjkZFZ-dLI/AAAAAAAABRY/cK4ZbhIivbY/s72-c/2012-01-26%2B11.17.37-771978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-112690497820063098</id><published>2012-01-26T09:35:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2012-01-26T09:39:27.269+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>GrandMa</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mehrdad's father was in hospital for a week. During this time her mother was alone and last night after lots of demands she accepted to be with us for a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, during all these 9 years of being with her I had bitter and sweet moments, but really those sweet ones are much more than bitter ones, I should confess even those bitter ones are result of my high expectations, although when she is always available and praying for our success it's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote all these lines to say that the old story of general conflicts between bride and mother_in_laws in Iran isn't true in my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she came, I was wondering what to cook, simply she said she wants "Abgoosht", a traditional Iranian food made of meat and potato and peas and beans. It's one of the simplest dish but need every member of family participate in preparing and gathering together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rozana was very happy, even she put in order all her toys just for the sake of her. Grandma sat and talked about her younge era and memories of her parents and ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rozana was very happy. At 10 when she went to bed and Mehrdad started her night story reading, grandma also went there and participated in some parts. In the morning we all ate breakfast together and then I fetch Rozana to kindergarten, Mehrdad to taxi station, grandma to her house and I went to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a great night. I was looking to my father's mother when Mehrdad's mother was there, I felt that current of kind and happy family together, really I came back to my childhood.Even Mehrdad and Rozana were talking the same today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God that his father is released now and they are together. These old people are treasures of our lives which unfortunately most of us will found it when it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-112690497820063098?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/112690497820063098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=112690497820063098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/112690497820063098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/112690497820063098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2012/01/grandma.html' title='GrandMa'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-2324211769467479498</id><published>2012-01-18T14:05:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2012-01-18T14:07:00.558+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Scared</title><content type='html'>&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I want to mention something today which is not usual but really is scaring me most of the times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;When I look into my friends, families, ... lives I saw lots of problems they are involved in, some of them are sick, with or without any known cure, some of them have problem with their spouses, some have economic problems, some are single looking for some mate, jobless looking for a job, bearing addict members in family, ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I don't fell into any of these categories, I'm really happy and enjoying all moments of life, I am happy of hearing Rozana's voice and watching her playing, I'm happy of having Mehrdad beside, nagging or laughing, caring or careless, I'm happy of visiting my parents everyday, I'm happy of having a job, getting another chance of education, having my brothers and sister beside, even living in another country, I'm happy of being healthy and wealthy enough, having some precious friends like KhaleSanaz, working with my colleges, ... and you know what's the result, I'm fearing that what will happen to me, somehow, having everything is not fair, maybe I'm losing a precious thing in near future, what's my destiny, I'm fearing and sometimes like to cry for that unknown part of my prosperity which is going to be taken in future!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It's not usual, I know, but these fears are living with me nowadays, I'm scared....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-2324211769467479498?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2324211769467479498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=2324211769467479498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2324211769467479498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2324211769467479498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2012/01/scared.html' title='Scared'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-3614693052086094043</id><published>2012-01-10T12:33:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2012-01-10T12:41:45.201+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>9th Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Today is the 9th anniversary of my working age. 9 years ago I was a 23 year old girl, just graduated and looking for a work as a habit, not a source of money . During these years I found some close friends, got married, had a daughter,continued academic education, got lots of experiences,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Realy I don't regret any moment of this life, I've enjoyed all parts of it, with all good and bad moments, with all successes and defeats, with all smiles and tears. I've lived with my collegues these years, experienced being indipendant and having my own role in life game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Hope you all enjoy your working life, otherwise you will ruin precious moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-3614693052086094043?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/3614693052086094043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=3614693052086094043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/3614693052086094043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/3614693052086094043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2012/01/9th-anniversary.html' title='9th Anniversary'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-6947393015525223429</id><published>2012-01-08T08:48:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2012-01-08T08:48:38.494+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Planning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-74MD4Pawqi8/TwkkCEKELxI/AAAAAAAABP8/a2uvp2Nps3k/s1600/IMG_2619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-74MD4Pawqi8/TwkkCEKELxI/AAAAAAAABP8/a2uvp2Nps3k/s320/IMG_2619.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;When Rozana is wearing Mehrdad's trousers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm thinking of another child these days more than before. Rozana is growing and honestly she is a very good one, not very naughty, not very spoiled, full of energy and hope but she is certainly in diffense of having a brother or sister. whenever I ask her weather she likes a brother or a sister, no-doubtfully, she answers none of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I know this planning is very important because she should accept it with open arms, so maybe I should wait more, but I'm thinking of herself too, when she is 20, Mehrdad and I are aged and still only caring about her. We would be disturbing somehow, she needs another participant in the territory of her family, she should learn sharing her emotions and dreams with another member of the territory, ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;...And I'm studying and working, so when I'm going to plan!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;What do you think? Is it a good idea, having another child, after raising the first one for almost 5 years and passing all the tough moments of her illnesses and feeding and sleeping troubles, in this situation of living in Iran, with all expenses and pollution and faded future? Am I thinking wrong? Realy I'm confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-6947393015525223429?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6947393015525223429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=6947393015525223429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6947393015525223429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6947393015525223429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2012/01/planning.html' title='Planning'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-74MD4Pawqi8/TwkkCEKELxI/AAAAAAAABP8/a2uvp2Nps3k/s72-c/IMG_2619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-4768373072396337508</id><published>2012-01-07T09:45:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2012-01-07T09:49:33.112+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today I found that my first exam is going to be held this week !!!!!!!!!!! I was at home last 2 days but because I'd thought my exams are in the next week I didn't study even a page. Now I'm wondering what to do with this carelessness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maybe laughing is the best choice :))))))) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-4768373072396337508?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4768373072396337508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=4768373072396337508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4768373072396337508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4768373072396337508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2012/01/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-4968322943998949183</id><published>2012-01-05T10:45:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2012-01-07T08:47:01.749+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Raising your flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was invited to Rozana's kindergarten for learning some pedagogic hints of children. A professor was invited and lots of parents participated, I was wondering that number of participants were two times more than |Yalda ceremony. It shows parents are interested in training good children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he talked about some matters which I found useful to be shared here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, if your child does something wrong, for example breaking an expensive vase, before shouting at her and blaming for the damage, just think about a ruler which is called sense meter. This ruler has 10 degree which each of them have a certain meaning.10 means you are already dead, 9 is you are near to be dead, 8 is one of your close relative is dead .... so now think about that broken vase, what's the degree of the sense meter? surely 0 or 1, so for what an unimportant degree don't make the child fear up to dead. In any punishment situation like this think about 3 important thing: 1- If this punishment is suitable for the task or not(as I described before) 2-If this punishment is fulfilling your cause and 3-If you are keeping your child and your own dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an example, imagine your child has painted the wall, think about possible options: killing child, tossing her out of the window, cleaning the wall by yourself, shouting and cleaning, cleaning by her participate, asking her to clean it lonely, don't pay any attention ,.... you see ,there are lots of choice and a good mother is the one who select the best choice. With considering those 3 rules , it seems asking her to clean it lonely is the best one so do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another useful think I learnt was about the way of ordering children. If you use the subject "You" in your sentences be sure there won't be noticeable advantage at the end. Try using subject"I". For example imagine a situation you have cleaned all the room from the morning till noon and sudden;y you saw her room is as dirty as before, full of toys and dolls everywhere. If you say "You must clean your room." there won't be any reason at the end, but if you say "I've cleaned the room from morning, I like finding your room as clean as before, I like to give you time for cleaning it." it certainly works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We parents should believe that we are living in different generation than our children. If I was 6 and my mom says the computer doesn't work for avoiding me from playing more than a certain time, It doesn't work today. Now you should describe all the harms of playing irregular and the help her avoiding it. Of course it's not as easy as I'm writing here but practice will make everything perfect. Let it be tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-4968322943998949183?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4968322943998949183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=4968322943998949183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4968322943998949183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4968322943998949183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2012/01/raising-your-flowers.html' title='Raising your flowers'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-2748688648068681564</id><published>2011-12-15T10:17:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2011-12-15T10:17:19.835+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've moved from blogger.com to Google+ so some tiny differences has occurred in my blog appearance. I'm still wondering how much this gigantic Google is going on, with the invention of Android and Google engine in the web, definitely I think it's the biggest hypermedia company in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-2748688648068681564?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2748688648068681564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=2748688648068681564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2748688648068681564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2748688648068681564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/12/ive-moved-from-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-5344384271288148520</id><published>2011-11-16T08:15:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2011-11-16T08:15:51.295+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Help Others</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nowadays I'm thinking about a new finding. Whenever I'm helping someone it's only for my own sake not her/him. I mean I help people to get self-satisfaction not to make them happy. It's somehow confusing. Maybe I help someone who doesn't like me or even help me in need of future or in the past but I still continue helping without thinking about possible prizes.... and whenever I think about my gifts in advance of that help, my soul become disturbed and can't concentrate on my tasks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nowadays I'm happy of helping a friend although she didn't pay any attention to me after her emergency  situation completed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-5344384271288148520?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/5344384271288148520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=5344384271288148520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/5344384271288148520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/5344384271288148520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/11/help-others.html' title='Help Others'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-2362372989866297013</id><published>2011-11-06T11:58:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2011-11-06T12:09:40.410+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Reminder of Pregnancy News</title><content type='html'>5 years ago in such a day (before Ghorban), I became aware of my pregnancy. Even now I can feel the great taste of my imaginations about a new angel, in a boy or girl dress, coming to us from another world. I called my mom, Mehrdad and friends about the news ... Now she is 51 months old and the most precious thing in my world. Even now I don't know how I'm able to express my emotions of her.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-2362372989866297013?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2362372989866297013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=2362372989866297013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2362372989866297013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2362372989866297013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/11/reminder-of-pregnancy-news.html' title='Reminder of Pregnancy News'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-1508711260663721295</id><published>2011-11-01T09:44:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2011-11-01T09:44:46.329+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Jigaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KO7e3moyJgw/Tq-OVsl7S1I/AAAAAAAABO4/9aecXu72N0M/s1600/IMG_2750-786330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KO7e3moyJgw/Tq-OVsl7S1I/AAAAAAAABO4/9aecXu72N0M/s320/IMG_2750-786330.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669906959281376082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qn8aTAcPjm8/Tq-OVwp1a6I/AAAAAAAABPA/o-aPUHvce8U/s1600/IMG_2751-787427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qn8aTAcPjm8/Tq-OVwp1a6I/AAAAAAAABPA/o-aPUHvce8U/s320/IMG_2751-787427.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669906960371510178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tWFNXqzKVxk/Tq-OWDCt-nI/AAAAAAAABPU/a75gP5mFO2U/s1600/IMG_2755-788138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tWFNXqzKVxk/Tq-OWDCt-nI/AAAAAAAABPU/a75gP5mFO2U/s320/IMG_2755-788138.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669906965307718258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-1508711260663721295?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/1508711260663721295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=1508711260663721295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/1508711260663721295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/1508711260663721295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/11/jigaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='Jigaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KO7e3moyJgw/Tq-OVsl7S1I/AAAAAAAABO4/9aecXu72N0M/s72-c/IMG_2750-786330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-6628651578743711792</id><published>2011-09-29T10:02:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2011-09-29T10:03:36.705+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><title type='text'>In Work Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gkkVtemynD4/ToQRNPDuqRI/AAAAAAAABOo/nQ6FejKBQME/s1600/2011-09-29%2B09.56.57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gkkVtemynD4/ToQRNPDuqRI/AAAAAAAABOo/nQ6FejKBQME/s400/2011-09-29%2B09.56.57.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657665950962329874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A-kIUsTcYT0/ToQRM6QcR5I/AAAAAAAABOg/EN5bH5I2Jjw/s1600/2011-09-29%2B09.56.45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A-kIUsTcYT0/ToQRM6QcR5I/AAAAAAAABOg/EN5bH5I2Jjw/s400/2011-09-29%2B09.56.45.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657665945378506642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qb_Z2GES-i0/ToQRMtWDfMI/AAAAAAAABOY/4ltoQz8Hd7Y/s1600/2011-09-29%2B09.56.35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qb_Z2GES-i0/ToQRMtWDfMI/AAAAAAAABOY/4ltoQz8Hd7Y/s400/2011-09-29%2B09.56.35.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657665941912386754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oOI622cu2Og/ToQRMqzvu5I/AAAAAAAABOQ/k0kLncXQ5Uk/s1600/2011-09-29%2B09.56.22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oOI622cu2Og/ToQRMqzvu5I/AAAAAAAABOQ/k0kLncXQ5Uk/s400/2011-09-29%2B09.56.22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657665941231614866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-6628651578743711792?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6628651578743711792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=6628651578743711792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6628651578743711792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6628651578743711792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-work-office.html' title='In Work Office'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gkkVtemynD4/ToQRNPDuqRI/AAAAAAAABOo/nQ6FejKBQME/s72-c/2011-09-29%2B09.56.57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-8663736985758949219</id><published>2011-09-28T11:03:00.003+03:30</published><updated>2011-11-01T10:31:18.822+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Ghazalak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3puTl_YeI7o/Tq-ZIIvkTKI/AAAAAAAABPo/kk_sGVpCn1Y/s1600/IMG_2618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3puTl_YeI7o/Tq-ZIIvkTKI/AAAAAAAABPo/kk_sGVpCn1Y/s400/IMG_2618.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669918820947741858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I was addicted to reading &lt;a href="http://mehrasal.blogfa.com"&gt;Ghazalak&lt;/a&gt;, a weblog of one of my friends. It hasn't been updated for more than 6 months. Now Ghazalak is Artins's ( a googooli boy) mother and probably hasn't any free time for uploading. I understand but honestly I've missed that green color of blog which was the symbol of owners availability in cyber world.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome dear Artin to this nice, busy, tasty, crowded and amazing planet called earth(Belated).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-8663736985758949219?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/8663736985758949219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=8663736985758949219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/8663736985758949219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/8663736985758949219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/09/ghazalak.html' title='Ghazalak'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3puTl_YeI7o/Tq-ZIIvkTKI/AAAAAAAABPo/kk_sGVpCn1Y/s72-c/IMG_2618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-2699919733089540337</id><published>2011-09-25T16:18:00.003+03:30</published><updated>2011-09-25T16:38:43.753+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Darabad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-smWWtwIFFJs/Tn8kqukYd5I/AAAAAAAABOI/X50aJA3wRJY/s1600/2011-09-24%2B11.46.47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-smWWtwIFFJs/Tn8kqukYd5I/AAAAAAAABOI/X50aJA3wRJY/s400/2011-09-24%2B11.46.47.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656279973474367378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f7jYN3TEClw/Tn8kqckLZ_I/AAAAAAAABOA/MtKJ7yCYb6s/s1600/2011-09-24%2B11.27.40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f7jYN3TEClw/Tn8kqckLZ_I/AAAAAAAABOA/MtKJ7yCYb6s/s400/2011-09-24%2B11.27.40.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656279968641673202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D3s4AjjNg_I/Tn8kqRluoxI/AAAAAAAABN4/VC9fdmiK0OA/s1600/2011-09-24%2B11.27.17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D3s4AjjNg_I/Tn8kqRluoxI/AAAAAAAABN4/VC9fdmiK0OA/s400/2011-09-24%2B11.27.17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656279965695386386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darabad is the place or better the urban we live in. These pictures were taken yesterday after just 10 minutes of walking from home, beside a very nice river ,while Rozana was playing in the water and made herself totally wet. Sometimes I think about how far my living place is from my workplace but when I taste the feeling of playing in the river most afternoons or holidays and also walk to my parents in only 5 minutes, I thank God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-2699919733089540337?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2699919733089540337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=2699919733089540337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2699919733089540337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2699919733089540337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/09/darabad.html' title='Darabad'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-smWWtwIFFJs/Tn8kqukYd5I/AAAAAAAABOI/X50aJA3wRJY/s72-c/2011-09-24%2B11.46.47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-466145796559976164</id><published>2011-09-04T15:37:00.001+04:30</published><updated>2011-09-04T15:40:52.489+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><title type='text'>Rozana's 4th BDay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yn9Tp2Dd3aA/TmNckJwGWzI/AAAAAAAABMI/nunHPbcASHA/s1600/316404_182920111781913_100001917767756_419227_3716016_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yn9Tp2Dd3aA/TmNckJwGWzI/AAAAAAAABMI/nunHPbcASHA/s400/316404_182920111781913_100001917767756_419227_3716016_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648460133815442226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zPP-9C3XVzk/TmNcj8DxpRI/AAAAAAAABMA/j8pQF0BEvtA/s1600/314000_182920611781863_100001917767756_419232_1367788_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zPP-9C3XVzk/TmNcj8DxpRI/AAAAAAAABMA/j8pQF0BEvtA/s400/314000_182920611781863_100001917767756_419232_1367788_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648460130139874578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3kuWGHKIMxs/TmNcj1TcHkI/AAAAAAAABL4/I5mlrDGtjX4/s1600/315359_182920818448509_100001917767756_419234_1708825_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3kuWGHKIMxs/TmNcj1TcHkI/AAAAAAAABL4/I5mlrDGtjX4/s400/315359_182920818448509_100001917767756_419234_1708825_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648460128326524482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0TZcive4yF0/TmNcji5oYVI/AAAAAAAABLw/mc-UxRy4-Fs/s1600/316049_182920221781902_100001917767756_419228_7083530_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0TZcive4yF0/TmNcji5oYVI/AAAAAAAABLw/mc-UxRy4-Fs/s400/316049_182920221781902_100001917767756_419228_7083530_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648460123386437970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gTk-Erhjl1Q/TmNckAFBb8I/AAAAAAAABMQ/bLJ9EvI8yrE/s1600/306112_182978471776077_100001917767756_419357_6882937_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gTk-Erhjl1Q/TmNckAFBb8I/AAAAAAAABMQ/bLJ9EvI8yrE/s400/306112_182978471776077_100001917767756_419357_6882937_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648460131218845634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-466145796559976164?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/466145796559976164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=466145796559976164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/466145796559976164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/466145796559976164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/09/rozana.html' title='Rozana&apos;s 4th BDay'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yn9Tp2Dd3aA/TmNckJwGWzI/AAAAAAAABMI/nunHPbcASHA/s72-c/316404_182920111781913_100001917767756_419227_3716016_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-4151913460501097282</id><published>2011-08-27T15:18:00.003+04:30</published><updated>2011-08-27T15:27:53.663+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Rozana</title><content type='html'>On Thursday Rozana got 4 years old. Again it was a hint for remembering her birth time and all my sense and feelings around that time.&lt;br /&gt;But her party wasn't as sweet as her birth, I invited about 20 guests but from morning till 4 pm for some repairing problem all the water network was down!!!!!!! Imagine I was in hurry to cook my meal and wash fruits and clean house and also prepare for Eftar but no water. I was wondering if I should cancel all preparation or not till 4. Any how, guests came and they were all happy but believe that in the middle of summer suddenly some dark clouds appear, lots of terrifying lightening occurred and electricity went off!!! At that time I need crying. Children were screaming and I was running for some candles. Even Rozana's uncle stayed about 10 minutes behind the door because he couldn't ring the bell. After 90 minutes electricity came and everything seems normal. All my happiness was for Rozana's happiness with her guests and gifts. I feel it during spoofing candles and opening gifts. I will put some pictures in next days. Thank you all kind friends and guests.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-4151913460501097282?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4151913460501097282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=4151913460501097282' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4151913460501097282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4151913460501097282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birthday-rozana.html' title='Happy Birthday Rozana'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-2493864383855896160</id><published>2011-08-15T13:22:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2011-08-15T13:30:45.225+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Children</title><content type='html'>In Ramazan Mehrdad comes home at 9PM and most of the times Rozana is preparing for sleep at that time. Some nights ago he said he can't see her alot and missed her so decided to come home earlier that before at the other day. Next day Rozana went to play with her friends in the building yard from 5 to 9 (!!!) so Mehrdaddidn't succeeded in playing with her although he was at home from 6. It made me thainking alot. At the moment she is only 4 but didn't pay any attention to us and does what she likes ,what would be expected in 20 years ? Why do we all think we should have at least one child for completing the prosperity then 2nd child for benefiting from tham in aging years ... then just rounding and working for their comfort up to reaching those ages and then .... they want to be with their friends, loves, rommates and we feel alone and maybe think back to the way we passed.&lt;br /&gt;Rozana is wonderful and I know she is doing in a normal manner, maybe we parents are somehow overestimating them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-2493864383855896160?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2493864383855896160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=2493864383855896160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2493864383855896160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2493864383855896160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/08/children.html' title='Children'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-771860208155390017</id><published>2011-07-31T15:20:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2011-07-31T15:27:30.821+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cyprus'/><title type='text'>Cyprus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_d6sF9kUSTA/TjUzaw-9RjI/AAAAAAAABLI/FYBbzxQu1m0/s1600/IMG_2458-718850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_d6sF9kUSTA/TjUzaw-9RjI/AAAAAAAABLI/FYBbzxQu1m0/s320/IMG_2458-718850.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635467043642623538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i7ykH_unVk8/TjUzbEcYIVI/AAAAAAAABLQ/WQj1A5TItfs/s1600/IMG_2470-720243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i7ykH_unVk8/TjUzbEcYIVI/AAAAAAAABLQ/WQj1A5TItfs/s320/IMG_2470-720243.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635467048866292050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-df9gljaiiqo/TjUzbp6UPMI/AAAAAAAABLY/hQLDoMPvGKY/s1600/IMG_2516-721553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-df9gljaiiqo/TjUzbp6UPMI/AAAAAAAABLY/hQLDoMPvGKY/s320/IMG_2516-721553.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635467058923977922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2rnG5Yky84/TjUzcQCi6pI/AAAAAAAABLg/usQtIenddTg/s1600/IMG_2537-725499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2rnG5Yky84/TjUzcQCi6pI/AAAAAAAABLg/usQtIenddTg/s320/IMG_2537-725499.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635467069159041682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9WUcojr2-Tk/TjUzciCpbeI/AAAAAAAABLo/QDi3gk6X-Io/s1600/IMG_2595-726437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9WUcojr2-Tk/TjUzciCpbeI/AAAAAAAABLo/QDi3gk6X-Io/s320/IMG_2595-726437.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635467073991306722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"&gt;&lt;div style="RIGHT: auto"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="RIGHT: auto"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="RIGHT: auto"&gt;I have planted some &lt;EM style="RIGHT: auto"&gt;Coleus blumei (حسن يوسف ) in my office room. Maybe you know this type, you should water it everyday and ofcourse needs lots of light and warm place. I f only one day you forget watering be sure that you will lose lots of nice leaves which took weeks to be grown, only one day and lots of lost !!! &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="RIGHT: auto"&gt;&lt;EM style="RIGHT: auto"&gt;Our behaviour is like that I think, maybe you work and try your best but should be careful, if doing only one mistake you will lose lots of good points and should wait for new leaves to grow.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="RIGHT: auto"&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="RIGHT: auto"&gt;&lt;EM style="RIGHT: auto"&gt;I went to Cyprus last week with Mehrdad and Rozana. It was nice but very expensive and with my mobile phone off, I felt somehow relaxed and during &lt;VAR id=yui-ie-cursor&gt;&lt;/VAR&gt;my trip, my kind colegues took care of my small garden. Here are some of Rozana's pics.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-771860208155390017?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/771860208155390017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=771860208155390017' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/771860208155390017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/771860208155390017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/07/cyprus.html' title='Cyprus'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_d6sF9kUSTA/TjUzaw-9RjI/AAAAAAAABLI/FYBbzxQu1m0/s72-c/IMG_2458-718850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-4254666650332064731</id><published>2011-07-02T08:04:00.003+04:30</published><updated>2011-07-02T08:55:10.065+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Lost in Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Yes ,It's been along time since my last updates here. I don't know why but sometimes you don't like doing something, it happens for me a lot, although we are hungry and there is no food I don't like cooking, although everywhere is messy I don't like cleaning, although I've missed my friends and have free time I don't like calling them. I do notice to these moments and when these moments turn from seldom happenings to a usual daily rutin then I should be aware of something else, maybe signs of depression as KhaleSanaz alerts or ... Anyway, last month I was in this mood, I was sinking in exams and work, no serious attention to Rozana, or Mehrdad and of course the important one who is MYSELF. I was totally forgotten in my daily time. &lt;br /&gt;Now, my mood is changed, I talk with Mehrdad more than before, give time for Rozana playing and invite guests and cook for them. I know I should cherish these infant of my soul otherwise she would be depressed.&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go to Brazil last month but for some carelessness of the tour agency our transit visa wasn't prepared on time and we missed the flight. We went to north of Iran with Mehrdad's family and it was like cool water in hot nervous days. I know one day this trip will come true but when is the secret.&lt;br /&gt;Beyond all these, I have a grandmother in Mashad, she is there and I've missed her. I'm looking for a time to visit her. I need her smell ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-4254666650332064731?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4254666650332064731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=4254666650332064731' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4254666650332064731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4254666650332064731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/07/lost-in-thoughts.html' title='Lost in Thoughts'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-6571166702105280230</id><published>2011-05-23T16:08:00.003+04:30</published><updated>2011-05-23T16:19:56.928+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Prices</title><content type='html'>Sometime you are happy out of nothing or maybe you are happy but others think it's no reason. &lt;br /&gt;Abji (my dear grandma) is sick and in the hospital for about 1 month. She is not well and her heart is not beating in a good manner. Today morning she was supposed to have an operation and nobody was sure about her heart beat after the surgery. Now ,I'm happy because her doctor didn't let for the surgery and she is still alive, maybe paining but ALIVE. She is with us and I've missed her for all my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-6571166702105280230?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6571166702105280230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=6571166702105280230' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6571166702105280230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6571166702105280230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/05/prices.html' title='Prices'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-4049624581655767245</id><published>2011-05-05T10:20:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2011-05-05T10:42:57.805+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Labor's Day</title><content type='html'>1st of May is named as Labor's day in the world calendar. Workers from all over the world will express themselves for those who are benefiting from them and forget their role.&lt;br /&gt;In Iran of course it's not as easy as other places. Those who wish to be in these gatherings should be ready for any accident from 1 to unlimited days of jail ...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mehrdad's workplace is always off in this day. I went to work and asked him to bring Rozana to her kindergarten in the morning. But Mehrdad forgot to wake up ( !!!! ) till 11. Let me describe the rest from Mehrdad's quotes : " I saw a little foot on my head and heard a nice voice shouting for spoofing her toes !!! I asked her what's happening and she said I've put on nail polishes on my hand and toes. I spoofed my hand fingers and you should poof my toes.... You imagine what happened next . &lt;br /&gt;Rozana is growing and growing. Maybe I write here rarely ,it's out of my busy days but I'm online in facebook more often. She can count with calculator !!! dance in her own manner, talk, talk, talk non-stop for really 2 hours :))) and cry just at the moment she want... She is growing and I'm thinking how precious she is for me and wish all those who want having child come to their wishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-4049624581655767245?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4049624581655767245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=4049624581655767245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4049624581655767245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4049624581655767245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/05/labors-day.html' title='Labor&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-7413861907423408834</id><published>2011-05-03T08:59:00.001+04:30</published><updated>2011-05-03T08:59:38.345+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Ramsar- April 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qrh7zZieAK4/Tb-Es74QwrI/AAAAAAAABJU/3nzeyhh-AcE/s1600/File0265-778346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qrh7zZieAK4/Tb-Es74QwrI/AAAAAAAABJU/3nzeyhh-AcE/s320/File0265-778346.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602342368994968242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a 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type='text'>Iran</title><content type='html'>I'm living in Iran, I don't know why I was born here but it's my destiny, yes of course I can change it by some efforts but here is my homeland and I can't bare any  distance from my parents anyhow, I was born in Iran and CHOSE living here ...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I went home I saw Police officers had came and collected all satellite equipments and also want to arrest the man who is building manager !!!!!!!! Then I saw Gass bill which was attached in the elevator, about 3000$ for 10 apartments.&lt;br /&gt;Now we can not even watch Iran damn channels :)))&lt;br /&gt;I'm living in Iran and unfortunately, I ,myself have chosen it so I can't blame anyone else ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-2465643750025257481?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2465643750025257481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=2465643750025257481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2465643750025257481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2465643750025257481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/04/iran.html' title='Iran'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-4821509062230901052</id><published>2011-04-17T08:04:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2011-04-17T08:08:23.936+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Careless</title><content type='html'>These days I think I'm turning to a really careless one. Most of the times I've forgotten something : Wearing watch and ring, bringing cellphone, bringing my lunch, wearing bra ( !!!!!!!!!! ), putting Rozana's snacks in her bag, calling someone important ...&lt;br /&gt;It's maybe because of my rush in the mornings for being on time (most of the times unsuccessful of course ) or maybe I don't give them enough attention and then suffering their lack. Anyhow, thanks God Rozana is not missed yet (  :D   ) and everything about her is perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-4821509062230901052?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4821509062230901052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=4821509062230901052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4821509062230901052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4821509062230901052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/04/careless.html' title='Careless'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-6184898269486337171</id><published>2011-03-31T13:42:00.003+04:30</published><updated>2011-03-31T13:51:11.907+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Rozana and End of Holidays</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm at work and searching for some articles about "forum user classification" and Rozana and Mehrdad are playing at Mellat park !!! Maybe you think I'm mad that don't leave my workplace even during this new year holidays but I'm really worried about my university lessons and now think I've chosen a somehow not bare able task(studying) this time.&lt;br /&gt;In last days we have guests and were guests too, played with Rozana and meet and talked lots of relatives and friends who haven't heard from for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;KhaleSanaz is between us but sad and missing her father all the times. When I look at her don't know what to say, in one hand I should say you must forget his pass away and try to find yourself but in the other hand ,when I wear her shoes I feel it's not tolerable. Anyhow, like always life is going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-6184898269486337171?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6184898269486337171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=6184898269486337171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6184898269486337171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6184898269486337171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/03/rozana-and-end-of-holidays.html' title='Rozana and End of Holidays'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-7763722756547272046</id><published>2011-03-19T11:48:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2011-03-19T12:21:54.613+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>We all are preparing for New Year coming, with all rush hours and busy times, with all sad and happy moments, with all memories of beloved ones who are not with us any more ( God Bless KhaleSanaz's father), with all tears and smiles ... I'm wishing you all my kind readers a year full of health and wealth, beside your family and with prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;Last year wasn't bad for me but also not good for lots of Iranians. I re-made a faded friendship just by one dream, I was accepted in MS, I enjoyed all moments of being with Rozana and Mehrdad and also I felt I've entered 3rd decade of my life. I don't know what's going on in future but am hopeful od a delighted destiny.&lt;br /&gt;Again my brothers and Attiejoon are not among us for Eid and I've missed them, But I'm really thankful of God that gave me another chance of being beside my parents and family.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have happy moments.&lt;br /&gt;Eide Noruz Mobarak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-7763722756547272046?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/7763722756547272046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=7763722756547272046' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/7763722756547272046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/7763722756547272046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-4247530255855482453</id><published>2011-03-08T12:36:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2011-03-08T12:39:31.255+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>God Bless Him</title><content type='html'>Today or yesterday or (it's not important) KhaleSanaz's father died in Mecca. I'm still shocked and wondering how to calm my friend. &lt;br /&gt;He was a kind man, God bless him. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-4247530255855482453?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4247530255855482453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=4247530255855482453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4247530255855482453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4247530255855482453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/03/god-bless-him.html' title='God Bless Him'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-8078403302340298280</id><published>2011-03-05T08:30:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2011-03-05T08:34:04.296+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><title type='text'>New Year Ceremony</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1AZCxhUDb2I/TXHDgTX9ipI/AAAAAAAABI4/acgRTCxiAls/s1600/IMG_1896-749138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1AZCxhUDb2I/TXHDgTX9ipI/AAAAAAAABI4/acgRTCxiAls/s320/IMG_1896-749138.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580456373012761234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UnjSBQKpQbI/TXHDgxhHCaI/AAAAAAAABJA/HSla3WS5clI/s1600/IMG_1897-750560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UnjSBQKpQbI/TXHDgxhHCaI/AAAAAAAABJA/HSla3WS5clI/s320/IMG_1897-750560.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580456381104196002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jM3-AjKF8aY/TXHDhAFj-_I/AAAAAAAABJI/gCfq9_HAb7U/s1600/IMG_1907-752216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jM3-AjKF8aY/TXHDhAFj-_I/AAAAAAAABJI/gCfq9_HAb7U/s320/IMG_1907-752216.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580456385015184370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Mehrdad and I were invited in Rozana's kindergarten ceremony for the sake of Nowruz. This time we were guests and children were hosts. They danced and singed, they laughed and made us laugh, they changed cloths and played new roles. In short I must say they were perfect. Yesterday was snowy and being on time was somehow difficult ,but I know all those films and pictures which are reminders for Yesterday of Rozana worth everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-8078403302340298280?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/8078403302340298280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=8078403302340298280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/8078403302340298280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/8078403302340298280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_05.html' title='New Year Ceremony'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1AZCxhUDb2I/TXHDgTX9ipI/AAAAAAAABI4/acgRTCxiAls/s72-c/IMG_1896-749138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-3413627432513634967</id><published>2011-03-03T12:57:00.003+03:30</published><updated>2011-03-03T13:55:06.918+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Ceremony</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow ,a ceremony for coming of New Year will be held in Rozana's kindergarten. Up to last night we tought she is supposed to play role of Zanjir (chain) but we found she is going to play Anjir(fig) !!! I'll put some photos on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning my sister-in-law (Hamideh) called me and ased if I need someone fortaking care of Rozana during my presence at work. Her call in that early morning gave me a big bunch of positive energy. I felt there is someone who is thinking about me (althought she is always there beside lots of other friends) but her kind voice and nice caring was so preciouse. Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and Spring is coming, it's still snowy here and everyone are running for their rutin tasks but I can smell it clearly, clean and nice, just behind the door, we should only welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-3413627432513634967?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/3413627432513634967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=3413627432513634967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/3413627432513634967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/3413627432513634967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/03/ceremony.html' title='Ceremony'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-6007991550189340219</id><published>2011-02-22T08:55:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2011-02-22T09:12:18.724+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Busy Days</title><content type='html'>It's a long time since my last posts here. Maybe it's be cause of my blog filtration or my busy days of last days of the year or ...&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is , obviously I'm losing lots of my daily visitors and think it's not polite if not apologizing those who come here daily and see no new post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rozana is perfect, she sings and dances, she talks and talks, she orders carrots for feeding rabbits in the way back home from kindergarten, she was angry of our new TV, she is always asking her uncle for going to north of Iran with Mohammadreza, she gave her moneys to my mom for buying suveniours from Mashad (!!!), She is GROWING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and I'm confused with doing my best at work, in home, with Rozana and with university courses.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God that life is going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-6007991550189340219?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6007991550189340219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=6007991550189340219' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6007991550189340219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6007991550189340219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/02/busy-days.html' title='Busy Days'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-6082037145673938322</id><published>2011-02-10T08:12:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2011-02-10T09:06:33.108+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>University</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I attended in the first session of my MS classes in AmirKabir university. In summer I participated in entrance exam and I was accepted in the field of IT for Managers. Our courses are held via internet and we must be in the main classes just once a month. It's interesting that again Sanaz and I are going to the same education center. What's the secrets of this friendship, even I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-6082037145673938322?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6082037145673938322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=6082037145673938322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6082037145673938322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6082037145673938322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/02/university.html' title='University'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-2397827620121803781</id><published>2011-02-05T08:54:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2011-02-05T08:59:42.799+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Allah- Allah</title><content type='html'>Today morning I was coming to work by taxi. Radio was on and we were listening to news, music, advertisements ... then it started singing Allah- Allah which is a song made for Iran revolution 31 years ago and is broad-casted every year in the anniversary of that revolution. Suddenly a young man shouted at the driver: " Make it shut up". His anger was surprising and driver changed channel immediately.&lt;br /&gt;I paid him and get out after some minutes, but I was thinking what has this revolution done to my generation which has caused this much hatefulness!!!&lt;br /&gt;I hope the result in Egypt, Tunis, Yemen and other Arab countries who are deciding to change their governors be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-2397827620121803781?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2397827620121803781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=2397827620121803781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2397827620121803781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2397827620121803781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/02/allah-allah.html' title='Allah- Allah'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-8003767790195753163</id><published>2011-02-03T13:21:00.003+03:30</published><updated>2011-02-03T13:24:41.900+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Snowing</title><content type='html'>It's snowing and snowing and snowing. Today morning when I saw everywhere in white ,intact snow and I thought how should I go to work I wasn't feeling good. But now, I'm at work, sipping a warm hot-chocolate and gazing to the white spots of snow, I'm feeling incredible happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Rozana and I should go and make a real snow-man tomorrow, if happened then I'll put photos here :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-8003767790195753163?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/8003767790195753163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=8003767790195753163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/8003767790195753163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/8003767790195753163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/02/snowing.html' title='Snowing'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-7544804292282885105</id><published>2011-02-01T08:11:00.006+03:30</published><updated>2011-02-01T10:06:33.642+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Thanks God</title><content type='html'>Last night I heard news of one of my friends pregnancy and I became very very happy. Always a new child born is a hint of coming miracle I think, a messenger of God is planning to leave his/her saint place and is coming to our world, but this time there was some differences and now I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God for &lt;strong&gt;his &lt;/strong&gt;always persistance in my life, thanks &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;her &lt;/strong&gt;kindness (He could be a she and vise versa;)  )...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-7544804292282885105?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/7544804292282885105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=7544804292282885105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/7544804292282885105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/7544804292282885105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/02/thanks-god.html' title='Thanks God'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-6643782552532416987</id><published>2011-01-29T15:31:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:36:34.627+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><title type='text'>Expensive</title><content type='html'>Two nights ago Mehrdad and I were checking some traveling agencies tours and prices for Nowruz holidays. Of course all of them have increase in prices about 80~100 %. I was reading and involuntarily saying " Ohhh, how expensive, ... ,how expensive it is ... "&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had some guests and I was cleaning the house. I asked Rozana to help me and collect papers of tours. Sudden;y I saw she has sited on the sofa and has a paper in her hands but in the opposite side and is saying :" Oh Oh Oh ,how expensive it is" !!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;She was my mirror and just guess how was my feeling .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-6643782552532416987?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6643782552532416987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=6643782552532416987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6643782552532416987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6643782552532416987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/01/expensive.html' title='Expensive'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-8724098750947448555</id><published>2011-01-26T10:00:00.003+03:30</published><updated>2011-01-26T10:24:14.392+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Life Price</title><content type='html'>Today morning Mehrdad called and said last night 8 labours died out of a truck driver mistake !!!!!! He drove over 16 people and up to now 8 of them have died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say. I'm thinking about those labours wives. They were waiting for their husbands last night to come home and rest for another day work, these labours were working in the night turn so they must be poor that had no other way except working in night. They had children too, what should those wives say to their children who are waiting for their fathers... I'm thinking about Rozana who is always waiting for Mehrdad at certain time of his coming ,they were same ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What country are we living at? How much is the price of our lives? Who is that driver? Is he able to sleep from now? If yes, what had this society done to his soul? I have lots of questions... I'm sad for those labours and their families, I'll cry for those children who don't have a father since last night ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-8724098750947448555?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/8724098750947448555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=8724098750947448555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/8724098750947448555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/8724098750947448555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-price.html' title='Life Price'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-6023639642446770377</id><published>2011-01-19T14:41:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2011-01-19T14:45:43.006+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Sanction</title><content type='html'>For those readers who are living in Iran I should give some news that they are able to download Google Earth,Google Chrome and Picasa directly from Google site. Up to now we were forbidden of using these softwares but I think even foreigners sympathize with us who are living in this hell and let us download them by no charge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First places I searched by Google Earth after installation was my mom's house and my grandma's house in Mashad. I've missed them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-6023639642446770377?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6023639642446770377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=6023639642446770377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6023639642446770377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6023639642446770377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/01/sanction.html' title='Sanction'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-2484338274346939257</id><published>2011-01-17T13:17:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2011-01-17T13:27:17.693+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><title type='text'>Deliciouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TTQSdE2MpLI/AAAAAAAABHk/n3JXHU6Lbc8/s1600/Picture%2B397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TTQSdE2MpLI/AAAAAAAABHk/n3JXHU6Lbc8/s400/Picture%2B397.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563091730435974322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Which aspect of this picture is interesting for you? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-2484338274346939257?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2484338274346939257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=2484338274346939257' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2484338274346939257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2484338274346939257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/01/deliciouse.html' title='Deliciouse'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TTQSdE2MpLI/AAAAAAAABHk/n3JXHU6Lbc8/s72-c/Picture%2B397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-326407631312094884</id><published>2011-01-12T09:33:00.003+03:30</published><updated>2011-01-12T12:15:54.089+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Nima</title><content type='html'>When we were children and were living in Mashad, my grandma had a neighbour who was living alone with her only daughter, she was divorced and lived alone, her daughter grown and got married, she had a son but she also didn't have a tolerable husband so she got divorced too and raised her son lonely. All these years we were witness of their efforts to raise him honorably and growing him like a gentelman. My grandma's daughter was working as airplane waitress. She became retired and found a job in Iran national air line for Nima ...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when my mom called and said Nima was working in that plane which had crashed 2days ago, I felt time is frozen, really I wasn't able to think for some seconds. All theses years were flashing in my mind, Nima was only 28 years old, he was all the treasure of his mother and granmother, he was in love and was going to marry with her girlfriend, he was too young...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how the days of my grandma's neighbor will go on but I'm  sure they don't have any enthusiasm for living, this is the price of living in Iran, we are all martyres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless Nima and give patience to her mother, God bless all air crash victims and give patience to their families. God bless all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-326407631312094884?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/326407631312094884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=326407631312094884' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/326407631312094884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/326407631312094884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/01/nima.html' title='Nima'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-7557763321636395199</id><published>2011-01-10T13:20:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:37:40.979+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Not Feeling Good</title><content type='html'>Last night Mehrdad was supposed to fly Tehran around 23:30. I tought everything would be OK. So I went and met my parents then back home with Rozana about 20. She played and watched some cartoons and then slept about 21. I tried watching TV but out of snow, our satellite dish was covered so I decided to turn the fire in fireplace on, bring a blanket and lie reading a new novel. Everything was calm, I was enjoying the environment and happy of being beside fire while weather was snowing heavily. &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I decided to try satellite again, I think maybe I can find some channel working , I turned it on and opened BBC channel. It said: Breaking News, an Iranian airplane had air crash near Orumieh and parobably all 106 passengers had died. The reason had been announced as bad weather conditions...&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked, first talked to Mehrdad and then count all the seconds till he came home about 2 am. I cursed myself times and again why I listened to the news, why I'm living in a country which has lots of air clushes ....&lt;br /&gt;I didn't slept well and in the morning wasn't able to use my car out of snow, I walked with Rozana to my mom's, then standed beside the street for more than 15 minutes and turned to a white snow woman ... I'm very tired and like to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-7557763321636395199?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/7557763321636395199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=7557763321636395199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/7557763321636395199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/7557763321636395199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-feeling-good.html' title='Not Feeling Good'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-3681301689123201723</id><published>2011-01-05T09:19:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2011-01-05T09:41:35.099+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Snowy Morning</title><content type='html'>Today morning,directly after getting out the bed, when I looked out (This task is always done by me, I don't know the reason but it seems I'm always waiting for a miracle done at the night and I should be the first one who is informed) I saw everywhere was white out of last night snow (It could be that miracle in the polluted weather of Tehran, couldn't be?). I jump and waked up Mehrdad, then it was Rozana's turn. I called her calmly, but no reaction, it seems she didn't hear me. I told her everywhere is white, suddenly she opened her eyes and asked did it snow last night? and my answer was like a dynamit, she jumped and get armed, weared her gloves and hat and all needs of playing in the snow and she was laughing and singing while we were getting out.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about amount of energy which is given by a very natural incident calls snow. We can be happy if we want, just should look for the reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-3681301689123201723?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/3681301689123201723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=3681301689123201723' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/3681301689123201723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/3681301689123201723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/01/snowy-morning.html' title='Snowy Morning'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-1585226360232937896</id><published>2011-01-01T11:50:00.003+03:30</published><updated>2011-01-01T12:03:12.306+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Dictators</title><content type='html'>We are used to hear what we like , no matter if it's correct or not, if it's our right for stopping it's broadcasting or not, if it's fair or not...&lt;br /&gt;We are used to hear what we like because we LIKE to hear it and think everyone should change themselves for our sake. &lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a kind of dictatorship? I think certainly it is. What's the difference between a dictator who has power to force people thinking in his method and we, if trying to make others think same as our opinion, only the power? It's not important. Our method of thinking is in first degree of attention, we have a potential dictators inside, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks God I have my blog, this is the only place I can talk frankly and am able to simply answer my criticizers " Don't read if you wish, It's your right to choose your page." I'm a dictator too ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-1585226360232937896?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/1585226360232937896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=1585226360232937896' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/1585226360232937896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/1585226360232937896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2011/01/dictators.html' title='Dictators'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-4159975736714264435</id><published>2010-12-30T10:18:00.003+03:30</published><updated>2010-12-30T10:28:04.893+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Wise Children</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning ,when Rozana and I were preparing to go to kindergarten she did whatever she could for not going there. She didn't like being away that day and the worse she started crying with a very loud voice !!! Everything was tolerable except this one. I became angry and said OK, we'll go to the kindergarten and in the afternoon I'll bring Tabasom( one of her classmates) instead of you because she doesn't cry at all. In a few seconds she changed her strategy and started talking against her !!!!!!!! She said Tabasom is very naughty, spoiled, cry most of the times and will ruin all the toys. Mehrdad and I were thinking weather we should laugh or cry because our daughter involuntarily is turning to someone who is able to gossip about others for her own benefits !!!!!!! Maybe I'm pessimistic but I think this is a bad fact.&lt;br /&gt;My little princess, you will read these lines in future. Try to prove yourself always with your own abilities not by decreasing others potentials. If so you will be the loser, trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-4159975736714264435?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4159975736714264435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=4159975736714264435' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4159975736714264435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4159975736714264435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/12/wise-children.html' title='Wise Children'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-599697076274668594</id><published>2010-12-27T16:31:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2010-12-27T16:40:43.597+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Differences</title><content type='html'>Today morning when I was talking with my mom who is still in Malaysia I was thinking about difference of living in Iran in comparison with other countries. Malaysia is not a developed country and still has a long way for being counted so but still it's very developed comparing with Iran.  At the moment they are breathing pure energy while we are looking for a bit( Being alive in this polluted weather of Tehran is a dream I think). They are enjoying moments of life by working 40 hours a week and resting for 2 days.(In Iran working hours are the same in written but in fact most of people are working 7 days a week for affording expensive prices). They are celebrating Jesus Birthday and also New Year Holidays while they are Muslim. ...&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really worried for my country people, my town people and my family and friends who are living with me here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-599697076274668594?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/599697076274668594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=599697076274668594' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/599697076274668594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/599697076274668594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/12/differences.html' title='Differences'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-344322921833280367</id><published>2010-12-20T10:55:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2010-12-20T11:02:42.238+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Zaraneh</title><content type='html'>It's funny that Mehrdad and I were managing our income last night for being sure if we are able to take some breath in this damn country which is called Iran. I say funny because we are symbol of somehow successful citizens who have our jobs, salaries, home and some other facilities which are counted as primary facilities in other countries. &lt;br /&gt;By new government program the price of everything has been increased at least 3 times than before. This amount of inflation, just in one night, is incredible in the world. &lt;br /&gt;... And tomorrow is Yalda,longest night of the year, which is an opportunity for gathering and enjoying moments of being with family members ... and I'm wondering how many people in my country are able to gather like before and how many are dreaming last years ... and I'm happy that Rozana is still a child who doesn't understand none of these news .... and I'm wondering what will happen for my country in future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-344322921833280367?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/344322921833280367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=344322921833280367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/344322921833280367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/344322921833280367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/12/zaraneh.html' title='Zaraneh'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-4285788888141952935</id><published>2010-12-15T22:28:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2010-12-15T22:32:22.113+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>My Father-In-Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TQkP3qOCCxI/AAAAAAAABHY/il4GJ46H_0c/s1600/IMG_1668-717306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TQkP3qOCCxI/AAAAAAAABHY/il4GJ46H_0c/s320/IMG_1668-717306.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550985464611212050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" &gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"&gt;He is my father-in-law, one of those people who I love honestly and think is successful in his life. Absence of some people is very important in others lives and&amp;nbsp; he is one of those people for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-4285788888141952935?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4285788888141952935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=4285788888141952935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4285788888141952935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4285788888141952935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-father-in-law.html' title='My Father-In-Law'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TQkP3qOCCxI/AAAAAAAABHY/il4GJ46H_0c/s72-c/IMG_1668-717306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-374124865534488351</id><published>2010-12-07T08:53:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2010-12-07T09:07:40.585+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Malaysia &amp; Rozana</title><content type='html'>Yesterday ,while my mom was getting ready for going to Malaysia, Rozana kept on saying" Please bring me with yourself, please ,please". My mom was in rush and she didn't let her focus on packing all her needs. After some moments my mom answered her " OK, I'll bring you ti Malaysia if you wish but I have a habit, whenever I go there I leave my children and come back alone, so if you accept I'll go and leave you with your uncles and come back with no one." She thought for some seconds and answered: " No, I won't come. I'll come later with MamanSomi and BabaMehrdad!!!"&lt;br /&gt;It was really amazing that only this sentence change all her mind. I was thinking how different are our generations, did my mom talk logically with me when I was a child ? Is it noble or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My mom is in the way to Malaysia and we all have missed her. Hope she enjoys all the moments of being with my brothers and Attiejoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-374124865534488351?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/374124865534488351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=374124865534488351' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/374124865534488351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/374124865534488351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/12/malaysia-rozana.html' title='Malaysia &amp; Rozana'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-5315888727985620273</id><published>2010-12-02T15:04:00.003+03:30</published><updated>2010-12-04T14:14:11.607+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>God Helps</title><content type='html'>Tehran is in pollution holidays but there is no improvement in quality of weather. Every where is foggy and we are TRYING to breath. &lt;br /&gt;In 1952 ,4000 people were killed in London by air pollution. It was really a disaster and was caused by weather inversion and also using coal in mass . After that time city governors understood it's a very important danger for people's life if not being controlled .Then they managed a 5 year program and surprisingly they were successful in the project. They changed public vehicles ( Do you remember those old red buses which were symbol of London?) ,They used fuel with better quality, they improved subway and other cheap instruments for people, they expand tele-marketing and tele-working ... Now London is one of the cleanest cities in the Europe and people are living happily there.&lt;br /&gt;... We are not happy here, every night most of us are looking forward a news about pollution holiday in the next day, most of us are angry or depressed, most of us are always tired, most of us are worried about our children health .... but I'm wondering if most of us died in a disaster similar to London 1952!!! No one would be responsible and we'd lose lots of beloved ones. It's not very rare, think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-5315888727985620273?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/5315888727985620273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=5315888727985620273' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/5315888727985620273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/5315888727985620273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/12/god-helps.html' title='God Helps'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-1949019741006822694</id><published>2010-11-30T09:00:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T09:11:26.020+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Again Pollultion Holidays</title><content type='html'>I think we are like those fishes who are living in dirty water and dreaming to swim in the sea. Really it's hard to breath. Yesterday I didn't use my car and came to work by public transport vehicles. It was OK and I was lucky for finding vehicles after just some minutes of waiting but weather was awful. In some moments I feel , I need to jump in the swimming pool of that fish I said.&lt;br /&gt;Last week we were guests of my brother-in-law and went to north of Iran. Everything was good and at least we were able to breath and of course Rozana played all the day. Now we are managing another way of running ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-1949019741006822694?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/1949019741006822694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=1949019741006822694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/1949019741006822694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/1949019741006822694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/11/again-pollultion-holidays.html' title='Again Pollultion Holidays'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-2325415221170867749</id><published>2010-11-28T08:46:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2010-11-28T08:52:49.849+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Accent</title><content type='html'>I think most of Iranians have seen Ghahve Talkh. It's a seri by Mehran Modiri which is describing a surreal part of Iran's history and showing that era's behaviour. It's somehow criticizing our regular mistakes which is done always and is going to be done forever I think.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one of the characters of this seri has Mashhadi accent. He is playing perfect I think and makes me laugh by each word he says. Maybe I've missed my home town again or there are some other reasons but whatever it is, I'm sure that it doesn't make me angry by talking with that accent. Still I'm wondering why some people think if you are talking with Torki, Lori or even Shomali accent in a comedy program you are somehow acting offensive to them!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-2325415221170867749?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2325415221170867749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=2325415221170867749' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2325415221170867749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2325415221170867749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/11/accent.html' title='Accent'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-4515893622120192885</id><published>2010-11-23T08:56:00.003+03:30</published><updated>2010-11-23T09:12:29.065+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Pollution</title><content type='html'>Out of air pollution, Tehran is off tomorrow. I'm wondering how lucky is Mehrdad !!! and happy of having three pure days beside Rozana and him. My little princess I'm coming ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-4515893622120192885?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4515893622120192885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=4515893622120192885' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4515893622120192885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4515893622120192885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/11/pollution.html' title='Pollution'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-8012856064756648487</id><published>2010-11-18T10:55:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2010-11-18T11:01:58.091+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><title type='text'>Sing A Song</title><content type='html'>Two new songs by Rozana :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheels on the bus go round and round,&lt;br /&gt;round and round, round and round,&lt;br /&gt;wheels on the bus go round and round ,&lt;br /&gt;all day long.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy on the bus says "Don't do that,&lt;br /&gt;Don't do that",&lt;br /&gt;Mommy on the bus says "Don't do that", &lt;br /&gt;all day long.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy on the bus do Read Read Read,&lt;br /&gt;Read Read Read,&lt;br /&gt;Daddy on the bus do Read Read Read,&lt;br /&gt;all day long.&lt;br /&gt;Baby on the bus says "Wooo woo woo,&lt;br /&gt;Woo woo woo,Woo woo woo",&lt;br /&gt;Baby on the bus says "Woo woo woo",&lt;br /&gt;all day long .......&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;به به چه عطري&lt;br /&gt;به به چه بويي&lt;br /&gt;ليموي شيرين &lt;br /&gt;چقدر تو خوبي&lt;br /&gt;شكل ملوست چون پرتغاله&lt;br /&gt;رنگ قشنگت&lt;br /&gt;چون سيب كاله&lt;br /&gt;تو فصل سرما&lt;br /&gt;وقتي ميايي&lt;br /&gt;براي بيمار &lt;br /&gt;مثل دوايي&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Again I've missed her at work :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-8012856064756648487?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/8012856064756648487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=8012856064756648487' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/8012856064756648487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/8012856064756648487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/11/sing-song.html' title='Sing A Song'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-3006837127110620279</id><published>2010-11-16T11:48:00.003+03:30</published><updated>2010-11-16T15:14:33.649+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><title type='text'>SeaSide</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TOI-Yf_2TTI/AAAAAAAABHA/ZWJc73S29TU/s1600/IMG_1552-720813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TOI-Yf_2TTI/AAAAAAAABHA/ZWJc73S29TU/s320/IMG_1552-720813.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540059082246212914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TOI-ce0VXII/AAAAAAAABHI/0mXrKataL14/s1600/IMG_1559-737072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TOI-ce0VXII/AAAAAAAABHI/0mXrKataL14/s320/IMG_1559-737072.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540059150648958082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TOI-cngKLKI/AAAAAAAABHQ/kBgXUG26tGA/s1600/IMG_1566-738537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TOI-cngKLKI/AAAAAAAABHQ/kBgXUG26tGA/s320/IMG_1566-738537.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540059152980257954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this polluted weather, sitting beside the sea and feeling sunbeams sounds like a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-3006837127110620279?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/3006837127110620279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=3006837127110620279' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/3006837127110620279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/3006837127110620279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post_16.html' title='SeaSide'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TOI-Yf_2TTI/AAAAAAAABHA/ZWJc73S29TU/s72-c/IMG_1552-720813.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-3031583711655655136</id><published>2010-11-13T08:00:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2010-11-13T08:01:27.175+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><title type='text'>Teddy Bears</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TN4UWEMK4SI/AAAAAAAABGY/FwXOd1jW9oY/s1600/IMG_0226-715771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TN4UWEMK4SI/AAAAAAAABGY/FwXOd1jW9oY/s320/IMG_0226-715771.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538886961026752802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TN4UWkH2NnI/AAAAAAAABGg/1gBkagSwBA4/s1600/IMG_0227-717681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TN4UWkH2NnI/AAAAAAAABGg/1gBkagSwBA4/s320/IMG_0227-717681.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538886969598555762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one is the Teady Bear? !!!&lt;br /&gt; P.S. Thx Attiejoon for your nice pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-3031583711655655136?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/3031583711655655136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=3031583711655655136' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/3031583711655655136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/3031583711655655136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='Teddy Bears'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TN4UWEMK4SI/AAAAAAAABGY/FwXOd1jW9oY/s72-c/IMG_0226-715771.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-8289660589519880622</id><published>2010-11-07T18:37:00.003+03:30</published><updated>2010-11-07T18:43:57.608+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><title type='text'>mother-in-laws &amp; Brides</title><content type='html'>Some days ago one of our collegues who hasn't seen her mother-in-law, brought some sandwiches as donation for the sake of her who had died years ago. Most of people said what a good bride she is !!! but I think it was better to say :what a good mother-in-law she was !!!!!!!!!! What do you think? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is Rozana in one of the most memorable wedding we have ever been. It was about that foreigner bride who I've missed alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-8289660589519880622?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/8289660589519880622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=8289660589519880622' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/8289660589519880622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/8289660589519880622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/11/mother-in-laws-brides.html' title='mother-in-laws &amp; Brides'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-6701101407086456567</id><published>2010-10-31T11:42:00.005+03:30</published><updated>2010-10-31T11:51:27.890+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Rozana</title><content type='html'>I'm always blaming Rozana for making mess in all the home, I'm always thinking about her nutrition in afternoon and night times we are with each other (Has she eaten enough milk? bread? fruit? chocolate?), I'm always asking her to be Little bit quiet so I can be able to concentrate for a moment,I'm always asking her to stop watching her DVDs and give us some time for watching TV... and at last I'm always wishing to have more time for talking with Mehrdad same as before with no one who is running between us and demanding to give our cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when she slept at 20, Mehrdad and I were somehow upset and both of us were wishing to have her beside for talking and messing and playing and ... We had those wished times but found it's not very precious comparing by her existence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-6701101407086456567?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6701101407086456567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=6701101407086456567' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6701101407086456567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6701101407086456567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/10/rozana-is-my-life.html' title='Rozana'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-1828603877877024383</id><published>2010-10-26T12:31:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2010-10-26T12:35:22.435+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Raining</title><content type='html'>At last it started raining today. I'm talking about Tehran weather, we are in the 34th day of Autumn and only to day we smelt this fantastic smell of rain over the soil. If you are not living here don't try to feel this post, you should be here and breath this polluted weather for finding what I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm simply happy only for the sake of this weather. hope to see you all happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-1828603877877024383?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/1828603877877024383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=1828603877877024383' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/1828603877877024383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/1828603877877024383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/10/raining.html' title='Raining'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-1445585821867674917</id><published>2010-10-25T16:36:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2010-10-25T16:44:45.830+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Oooops !!!</title><content type='html'>Today I was walking in one of the most crowded avenues of Tehran. I saw a man and his daughter standing beside and it was obvious that they are not Iranians. Man came to me and asked me if I can speak English. I think how lucky he is that found ME who is able to talk to him for helping him, I was thinking maybe he is looking for an address. Anyhow, he asked me if I know the meaning of flood. I said yes but my face was surprised. He thought maybe I don't understand him clearly so said he is talking about "Seil" (flood in Persian) and said he is from Pakistan, had lost everything in recent flood and now is flood-stricken with absolutely nothing to give to his family !!!!!!!!!!!! At this moment I was really shocked, he was begging me in one of Tehran avenues for an accident happened in Pakistan !!! &lt;br /&gt;Somebody said when our president help to some countries like Lebanon same as one of Iran provinces so it's natural that neighbours come here for begging money !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-1445585821867674917?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/1445585821867674917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=1445585821867674917' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/1445585821867674917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/1445585821867674917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/10/oooops.html' title='Oooops !!!'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-3375893146228706219</id><published>2010-10-24T10:14:00.003+03:30</published><updated>2010-10-24T11:15:18.816+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Different Wedding</title><content type='html'>Some nights ago we were invited to a wedding which was different than usual ones. Bride wasn't Iranian but was between us and did all the customs. &lt;br /&gt;Everything was perfect as predicted before but there were something especial. Brid's behaviour was delighting, she was really kind and you can find her happiness in each of the face muscles. She didn't pretend anything and was BETWEEN the guests not ACTING for them. &lt;br /&gt;In the way back I was thinking about our generation. What have done to us that we changed to this sample: not very kind, somehow selfish and of course not as honest as we pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Of course this article is talking about Iranians in general and maybe is somehow offensive but is my opinion. accept my apologize before getting angry ;) Thank you in advance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-3375893146228706219?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/3375893146228706219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=3375893146228706219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/3375893146228706219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/3375893146228706219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/10/different-wedding.html' title='Different Wedding'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-4090091725232863169</id><published>2010-10-13T12:33:00.004+03:30</published><updated>2010-10-13T15:57:39.646+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Ghahve Talkh (Bitter Coffee)</title><content type='html'>Last night we were watching the new series of GhahveTalkh. For those who are not living in Iran I should said it's a series which was supposed to be broadcasted in national TV but for some reasons is now available in the stores. You can buy each 3 episodes with less than 3$ which I think is a suitable price. &lt;br /&gt;We don't have any copywrite in Iran. So all the Windows OS are copied versions, all the musics we are listening are downloaded via internet, all new ideas in marketing or advertising is regenerated without any allowance of the owner and in short I should say again we don't have any copywrite.&lt;br /&gt;In this country, people DECIDED to not copy Ghahve Talkh. This decision wasn't predictable at all, even the director is shocked and he was thanking all the people who NOT copy it.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about the power of unity. If WE all want to do a job we ALL will be successful, individual efforts are not good at all ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-4090091725232863169?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4090091725232863169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=4090091725232863169' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4090091725232863169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4090091725232863169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/10/ghahve-talkh-bitter-coffee.html' title='Ghahve Talkh (Bitter Coffee)'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-2233357928896256801</id><published>2010-10-09T13:25:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2010-10-09T13:31:05.833+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Mistakes</title><content type='html'>Making mistakes is not regular but if it changes to something usual, what would you do? What is your reaction if you are the one who'd made mistakes and what is you reaction if you are the one who is suffering of other ones mistakes? Are you able to forgive them and so be rightful for deserving future forgives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I'm facing to those people who have done mistakes which cause me suffering and I'm just trying to close my eyes in order of having the hope for my own future forgiveness maybe by others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-2233357928896256801?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2233357928896256801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=2233357928896256801' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2233357928896256801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2233357928896256801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/10/mistakes.html' title='Mistakes'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-5414324835428684218</id><published>2010-10-02T15:04:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2010-10-02T15:04:26.767+03:30</updated><title type='text'>cell phone</title><content type='html'>I can,t remember who was this sentence qouted from : cars are the curse of 20th century . &lt;br&gt;I can complete his advice by this one: Cellphones are the curse of 21th century . Sometimes I&amp;#39;m just dreaming of loosing mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-5414324835428684218?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/5414324835428684218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=5414324835428684218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/5414324835428684218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/5414324835428684218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/10/cell-phone.html' title='cell phone'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-8927452655253027001</id><published>2010-09-29T15:01:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2010-09-29T15:02:30.255+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Lunch</title><content type='html'>Eating lunch in Nayeb restaurants is always fabulous, especially if you are guest of khaleSanaz and AmuMohammad.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-8927452655253027001?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/8927452655253027001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=8927452655253027001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/8927452655253027001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/8927452655253027001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/09/lunch.html' title='Lunch'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-4638358566272279559</id><published>2010-09-25T08:31:00.004+03:30</published><updated>2010-09-25T08:41:12.847+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Speech</title><content type='html'>Last night I was shocked of hearing the speech of Iran president in UN General Assembly . I felt ashamed and was imagining the feeling of those people who lost their beloved ones in 11Th September 2001.&lt;br /&gt;"hateful and offensive" ,these are the words Barack Obama uses for describing Iran's president speech and I think he is right.&lt;br /&gt;How bad everything is going on... Iranians are facing worse limitations in international activities and governors only think about their own aims.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-4638358566272279559?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4638358566272279559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=4638358566272279559' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4638358566272279559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4638358566272279559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/09/speech.html' title='Speech'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-2428578737204858262</id><published>2010-09-23T12:07:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2010-09-23T12:10:55.548+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Ding Ding Ding</title><content type='html'>Today is the 1st day of Mehr, it means start day of educational year in Iran. There was lots of children in the streets who were walking to schools with their mothers and I was dreaming of the year Rozana and I are going to school. &lt;br /&gt; This sense of start is always sweet for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 1st of Mehr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-2428578737204858262?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2428578737204858262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=2428578737204858262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2428578737204858262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2428578737204858262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/09/ding-ding-ding.html' title='Ding Ding Ding'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-1133358846476585057</id><published>2010-09-19T07:50:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2010-09-19T10:03:33.138+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TJWBe6W9tAI/AAAAAAAABFw/58LAV4seVHU/s1600/IMG_4919-726834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TJWBe6W9tAI/AAAAAAAABFw/58LAV4seVHU/s320/IMG_4919-726834.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518459286474044418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite pictures, all my family members and I've missed some of them who are not here alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was looking for a pic from only my brothers and I and unfortunately there wasn't anything on my computer at work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-1133358846476585057?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/1133358846476585057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=1133358846476585057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/1133358846476585057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/1133358846476585057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TJWBe6W9tAI/AAAAAAAABFw/58LAV4seVHU/s72-c/IMG_4919-726834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-2413413001582285106</id><published>2010-09-16T09:25:00.005+04:30</published><updated>2010-09-16T13:50:32.712+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><title type='text'>Pizza &amp; Piaz</title><content type='html'>Yesterday when Rozana and I were passing by a fast food restaurant and she was very hungry out of about 2 hours playing in the park, she said " Mama when we reach home please call the man and ask him for bringing a Piaz (onion in Persian language)." I guess she had forgotten the name of pizza !!! I asked her again about what she wants. This time she understood she had said something wrong so she changed her sentence to " Mama, when we reach home please call the man and ask him for bringing a sandwich." !!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-2413413001582285106?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2413413001582285106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=2413413001582285106' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2413413001582285106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2413413001582285106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/09/pizza-piaz.html' title='Pizza &amp; Piaz'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-8783780943003662490</id><published>2010-09-12T13:32:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2010-09-12T13:43:02.839+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>GhormeSabzi</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day after Fetr and everybody are allowed to eat lunch in public(In Ramadan those who don't get fast eat food but not in front of others).&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow,I'm sited here at work and don't have any lunch and I know there isn't anything at home waiting because I wasn't home last days, one of my colleagues is eating her GhormeSabzi and the smell is spread all over the hall. &lt;br /&gt;I'm confessing here: I'm dying for eating her food :)))))))&lt;br /&gt;Rozana has a book which the main character is named " Shu-shu Shekamu". I think they can change it to "Somi Shekamu".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. for those who are not Iranian I should say that GhormeSabzi is one of traditional Iranian food which is made by meat and bean and vegetables and also rice and the smell is very famous I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-8783780943003662490?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/8783780943003662490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=8783780943003662490' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/8783780943003662490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/8783780943003662490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/09/ghormesabzi.html' title='GhormeSabzi'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-7471403037803899580</id><published>2010-09-12T08:01:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2010-09-12T08:09:35.243+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><title type='text'>Resoela</title><content type='html'>Fortunately Rozana's fever is decreased now and she is as good as before. When her doctor saw the result of her lab examinations she said it's a kind of children fever which is called Resoela and is common in under 3 year old children. Then have fever with no other sympthoms and after 3 days fever will disappear and some tiny red dots will apper on their skin especially their face. Rozana was the same and I should add she wasn't OK till those tiny dots went out.&lt;br /&gt;Today morning I was searching internet for this disease but I didn't find anything more than some weblogs of those mama's who had same experience. Maybe I'm writing the name of it with wronge spell. Please help me if you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all those friends who were woriied for her and asked about it. I'm happy of having you all beside. Thanks again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-7471403037803899580?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/7471403037803899580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=7471403037803899580' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/7471403037803899580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/7471403037803899580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/09/resoela.html' title='Resoela'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-2037283792418251740</id><published>2010-09-08T11:51:00.001+04:30</published><updated>2010-09-08T11:52:37.734+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><title type='text'>Fever</title><content type='html'>Rozana is in a bad fever these days which the cause is not found yet. I'm not in good mood , please pray for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-2037283792418251740?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2037283792418251740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=2037283792418251740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2037283792418251740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2037283792418251740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/09/fever.html' title='Fever'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-7606276959661219186</id><published>2010-09-05T13:17:00.003+04:30</published><updated>2010-09-05T13:25:24.835+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Friends and Families</title><content type='html'>Your family members can be your friends but your friends can't be your family members. Do you believe in this sentence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some friends who are really my family members, so I have a sister and some brothers now ... and also I have some family members who are not my friends any more, so I'm talking with them only in family limitations. What had happened to me for this much change in relationship? How big the reason could be?!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-7606276959661219186?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/7606276959661219186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=7606276959661219186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/7606276959661219186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/7606276959661219186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/09/friends-and-families.html' title='Friends and Families'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-2869274437316417443</id><published>2010-09-04T08:55:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2010-09-04T09:01:56.882+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Buying New Cloths</title><content type='html'>When we were children, one of our best moments of life was the time my parent buy new cloths for us. I can even now feel those moments, I was happy from deep of my heart and was counting minutes to wear those new cloths. &lt;br /&gt;After growing up and especially after the time I had my own money and was able to buy whatever I wish, those pure feelings faded. Maybe it's the reason that I don't like buying cloths now and prefer to buy my needs from the first store, but after Rozana's birth everything changed. &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm feeling exactly those times again by buying new cloths for Rozana !!! It's my joy of the life to go to shopping center and buy cloths for her. Even after buying them I'm again counting moments to wear those things on her and surprisingly I don't have this feeling for buying new toys !&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago when we went and bought a pair of shoes for her ,I was dreaming of wearing it and the next day when she wore them in the park I was enjoying of all the steps. It's great I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-2869274437316417443?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2869274437316417443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=2869274437316417443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2869274437316417443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2869274437316417443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/09/buying-new-cloths.html' title='Buying New Cloths'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-3238147757321968095</id><published>2010-09-02T09:04:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2010-09-02T09:09:59.987+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><title type='text'>Recordings</title><content type='html'>Rozana's singing is getting better. Yesterday I took lots of films from her new abilities and while we were watching them last night, she was the one who laughs more :) &lt;br /&gt;I have lots of pictures from my childhood. I remember at that time my father was almost the only one who had an individual photo-camera in the family and had taken lots of photos from us, but there weren't any recording camera. Now I don't know what was the first world I said or the first music I repeat but Rozana even knows about her frowning methods by her films. &lt;br /&gt;These technology improvements make generation difference and early differ in generations I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-3238147757321968095?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/3238147757321968095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=3238147757321968095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/3238147757321968095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/3238147757321968095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/09/recordings.html' title='Recordings'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-6326913520203397404</id><published>2010-08-30T10:40:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2010-08-30T10:40:54.892+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><title type='text'>BDay Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/THtLVG0NscI/AAAAAAAABFA/ZFv592KkvpE/s1600/IMG_1462-728695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/THtLVG0NscI/AAAAAAAABFA/ZFv592KkvpE/s320/IMG_1462-728695.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511081394996883906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/THtLVingzvI/AAAAAAAABFI/Q-PXBGEJc7g/s1600/IMG_1472-730590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/THtLVingzvI/AAAAAAAABFI/Q-PXBGEJc7g/s320/IMG_1472-730590.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511081402459803378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/THtLWERSVBI/AAAAAAAABFQ/pJE8T9P_Iio/s1600/IMG_1480-732198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/THtLWERSVBI/AAAAAAAABFQ/pJE8T9P_Iio/s320/IMG_1480-732198.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511081411493385234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-6326913520203397404?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6326913520203397404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=6326913520203397404' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6326913520203397404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6326913520203397404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/08/bday-party.html' title='BDay Party'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/THtLVG0NscI/AAAAAAAABFA/ZFv592KkvpE/s72-c/IMG_1462-728695.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-3201931364215662994</id><published>2010-08-24T13:58:00.004+04:30</published><updated>2010-08-24T14:17:27.043+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>3 Year old</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow Rozana will be 3 years old...&lt;br /&gt;It's 3 years since I've changed to a mother and am feeling moments by detail right now. I should confess the first year was the hardest one but honestly it was sweet. Those nights I was dreaming about having 2~3 hours of continuous sleep now my dreams have changed. I have lots of memories these years, one of the best one of course was the day I heard my pregnancy news in the laboratory, the other one was the moment I was becoming conscious after the Cesarean surgery and I was hearing my mom voice, the other one is all the moments I was breast-feeding Rozana, the other moment was the time she started talking and said she loves me ... and I had bad memories too which are not countable against good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends always says we should be very thankful to God that we become parents without any certain effort, without managing days and nights and without doing lots of medical cares. It's kindness of God which makes us parents NOT OUR RIGHT. If doesn't happen for us then we shouldn't blame him, we should just be thankful of his generosity nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm really grateful of this much prosperity I have and pray to him for making the wish of all couples who want children, true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-3201931364215662994?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/3201931364215662994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=3201931364215662994' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/3201931364215662994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/3201931364215662994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/08/3-year-old.html' title='3 Year old'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-5103674211888566541</id><published>2010-08-22T10:43:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2010-08-22T10:52:04.164+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>!!!</title><content type='html'>Mehrdad is managing a 3 day trip for next week. Last night he was talking about his plans. I talked about ticket prices and found his calculation is less than mine. I was thinking about the reason of my mistake (in these cases I'm always the one who made mistake, his math is better than mine honestly), but he said he hadn't count any ticket for Rozana and desires to go without her !!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't believe what he said even now because Rozana and he are praying each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning when we were coming to work, Rozana asked his father to hug her into the kindergarten but Mehrdad wasn't feeling good and said will do it tomorrow, Rozana came and kissed her with eyes full of tears and accepted. Really she will be ill if doesn't meet Mehrdad for a certain time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of couples go to travel without their children. I hear it a lot, but I, myself never ever can be satisfied of such a thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Am I right or wrong? Should we go alone for the sake of Rozana's health(Because of warm weather Mehrdad says maybe Rozana will be suffered) or should we cancel the trip? I'm doubtful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-5103674211888566541?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/5103674211888566541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=5103674211888566541' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/5103674211888566541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/5103674211888566541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_22.html' title='!!!'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-5506160088031497820</id><published>2010-08-17T14:19:00.001+04:30</published><updated>2010-08-17T14:20:18.210+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><title type='text'>In Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TGpbU5zE5II/AAAAAAAABEI/MpAjyXwYH3M/s1600/IMAGE0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TGpbU5zE5II/AAAAAAAABEI/MpAjyXwYH3M/s400/IMAGE0003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506313909084415106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-5506160088031497820?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/5506160088031497820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=5506160088031497820' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/5506160088031497820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/5506160088031497820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-kindergarten.html' title='In Kindergarten'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TGpbU5zE5II/AAAAAAAABEI/MpAjyXwYH3M/s72-c/IMAGE0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-4324499366246863799</id><published>2010-08-15T14:31:00.004+04:30</published><updated>2010-08-15T14:46:27.112+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mehrdad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>;)</title><content type='html'>Last night we went to swimming pool after Eftar with my mom and Rozana. We ate Eftar in the pool and then went playing and swimming. Mehrdad waited there till 23 for being with us in return path(we are living in a country which is very similar to old Texas and nobody is in safe mode after a certain time).&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's nonsense for anyone who reads these lines but it was important for me. He stayed at work till that time while he was in fast and tired just for us. It is precious I think. &lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes there are some hidden contracts between couples which makes their relations stronger or weaker. It was one of them for me, Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-4324499366246863799?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4324499366246863799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=4324499366246863799' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4324499366246863799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4324499366246863799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=';)'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-6430361451223397499</id><published>2010-08-11T11:44:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2010-08-11T12:46:44.961+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Ramadan</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the first day of Ramadan in Iran. &lt;br /&gt;I like this festival from my childhood till now, although there are lots of religoinal subjects in my mind which I'm doubtful and think are lame reasons for leaders to continue their d i c t a t o r s h i p, but I still like Ramadan.&lt;br /&gt;It's a reminder for meeting friends and families who are always available but no time for visiting them. It's an opportunity for Mehrdad and I to eat dinner together while Rozana is talking and singing for us.It's a time of happiness and creativity.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I talked about all these reasons but nothing of being a better person or saying my prayers on time or being awake all the night for talking to God ... all these symbols of Ramadan are fake for me. Even I don't believe in those 3 holy nights... what's happened to my generation? morals are ruined ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*!*!*!*Happy Ramadan*!*!*!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-6430361451223397499?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6430361451223397499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=6430361451223397499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6430361451223397499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6430361451223397499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadan.html' title='Ramadan'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-1623220283203252553</id><published>2010-08-11T08:29:00.001+04:30</published><updated>2010-08-11T08:58:13.243+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><title type='text'>Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TGImrD3PNQI/AAAAAAAABD4/9q7P80uqVfs/s1600/IMG_1367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TGImrD3PNQI/AAAAAAAABD4/9q7P80uqVfs/s320/IMG_1367.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504004215813387522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TGImq8p4OXI/AAAAAAAABDw/ywEwqPufV50/s1600/IMG_1366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TGImq8p4OXI/AAAAAAAABDw/ywEwqPufV50/s320/IMG_1366.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504004213878307186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These photos were taken in our last trip to Khazar sea with Mehrdad's family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-1623220283203252553?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/1623220283203252553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=1623220283203252553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/1623220283203252553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/1623220283203252553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/08/sea.html' title='Sea'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TGImrD3PNQI/AAAAAAAABD4/9q7P80uqVfs/s72-c/IMG_1367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-2988171902378793615</id><published>2010-08-08T11:15:00.004+04:30</published><updated>2010-08-08T11:22:34.774+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Punishment</title><content type='html'>Last night we were waiting for some guests, everywhere cleaned and Rozana was playing. Suddenly I saw a piece of the wallpaper of the bedroom is i her hand !!!!! It was the first time she did it and wasn't very important but I taught if I didn't say anything she would persist on her mistake. So I looked at her angrily and asked her to go to the room as punishment. Mehrdad and I were checking her times and again, she lied on the ground and was looking outside, Mehrdad wanted to go and hug her but I resisted.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, our guests came and I was happy of being a rational mother, but when they came to the room they saw she is ASLEEP. &lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night the one who was trying to talk with her was me and the one who was refusing and showing her anger was her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-2988171902378793615?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2988171902378793615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=2988171902378793615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2988171902378793615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/2988171902378793615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/08/punishment.html' title='Punishment'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-6880745373550290453</id><published>2010-08-07T14:19:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2010-08-07T14:23:28.439+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>Like a blink of an eye weekend is ended(!) and I'm tasting good feeling of the memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At KhaleSanaz's house we found that Rozana almost can't dance and all those courses in the kindergarten was fake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-6880745373550290453?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6880745373550290453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=6880745373550290453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6880745373550290453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6880745373550290453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/08/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-4430251399899810083</id><published>2010-08-03T13:24:00.003+04:30</published><updated>2010-08-03T13:54:13.592+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>Today I'm happy without any certain reason. I'm still waiting for that hot-chocolate meeting but I'm not sad.&lt;br /&gt;Talking with my brothers or having my parents as dinner guests yesterday or maybe watching Rozana's laughs and improvements or going to KhaleSanaz's house On Thursday can be the reason. Whatever it is, I'm happy today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-4430251399899810083?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4430251399899810083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=4430251399899810083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4430251399899810083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4430251399899810083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-6960604781781182000</id><published>2010-08-02T08:35:00.003+04:30</published><updated>2010-08-02T08:44:50.148+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Hot-Chocolate</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you need something special in your life which wasn't needed yesterday or won't be needed tomorrow. Today I need a cup of hot-chocolate ,in a cafe shop, with a kind friend while not wearing my custom work uniform. Is it very much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-6960604781781182000?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6960604781781182000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=6960604781781182000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6960604781781182000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6960604781781182000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/08/hot-chocolate.html' title='Hot-Chocolate'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-5491560922715966176</id><published>2010-07-29T07:37:00.003+04:30</published><updated>2010-07-29T07:42:03.986+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Secrets</title><content type='html'>1.If your secret is known by everyone,it's not the fault of your secret, but it's directly your fault because you'd shared it between irresponsible people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Mothers are always those ones who should know all your secrets. Understand it when you share your secret between everyone except her, she would be heart-broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-5491560922715966176?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/5491560922715966176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=5491560922715966176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/5491560922715966176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/5491560922715966176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/07/keeping-secrets.html' title='Keeping Secrets'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-3331457493285917717</id><published>2010-07-28T08:37:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2010-07-28T08:40:49.843+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Again Farsi1</title><content type='html'>I don't know why Farsi1 team cant stay tuned on one dedicated frequency. They've announced some new one which is also on Hotbird. Here you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FARSI1 is currently experiencing a disruption in service. We are working hard at restoring FARSI1 so you can continue watching your favorite programs. We regret this inconvenience which is outside our control and appreciate your patience and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stay tuned to our website for any new information or updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, our service is now also available on the following satellites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satellite: Eutelsat W3A (7 Degrees East)‬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequency: 10,721 MHz&lt;br /&gt;Polarity: Horizontal&lt;br /&gt;Symbol Rate: 22.0 Msps &lt;br /&gt;FEC: 1/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satellite: HOTBIRD 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequency: 11,317 MHz&lt;br /&gt;Polarity: Vertical&lt;br /&gt;Symbol Rate:  27.50 Msps&lt;br /&gt;FEC: 3/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that between 6.45am Dubai time (7.15am Tehran/Kabul time) and 10.15am Dubai time (10.45am Tehran/Kabul time) our channel will be  unavailable every day for maintenance purposes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-3331457493285917717?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/3331457493285917717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=3331457493285917717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/3331457493285917717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/3331457493285917717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_28.html' title='Again Farsi1'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-6279540547500377876</id><published>2010-07-26T07:45:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2010-07-26T07:46:20.596+04:30</updated><title type='text'>New Farsi1 Frequencies</title><content type='html'>Again Farsi1 channel team has announced some new frequencies. Here you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FARSI1 is currently experiencing a disruption in service. We are working hard at restoring FARSI1 so you can continue watching your favorite programs. We regret this inconvenience which is outside our control and appreciate your patience and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stay tuned to our website for any new information or updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, our service is now also available on the following satellites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satellite: ARABSAT Badr4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREQUENCY ONE&lt;br /&gt;Frequency: 11,662 MHz&lt;br /&gt;Symbol Rate: 27.5 Msps&lt;br /&gt;FEC: 3/4&lt;br /&gt;Polarity: Vertical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREQUENCY TWO&lt;br /&gt;Frequency: 12,111 MHz&lt;br /&gt;Symbol Rate: 27.5 Msps&lt;br /&gt;FEC: 3/4&lt;br /&gt;Polarity: Horizontal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satellite: NILESAT 104 (ATLANTIC BIRD 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREQUENCY ONE&lt;br /&gt;Frequency: 11,393 MHz&lt;br /&gt;Symbol Rate: 27.5 Msps&lt;br /&gt;FEC: 3/4&lt;br /&gt;Polarity: Vertical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREQUENCY TWO&lt;br /&gt;Frequency: 12,437.00 MHz&lt;br /&gt;Symbol Rate: 27.5 Msps&lt;br /&gt;FEC: 3/4&lt;br /&gt;Polarity: Horizontal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that between 6.45am Dubai time (7.15am Tehran/Kabul time) and 10.15am Dubai time (10.45am Tehran/Kabul time) our channel will be  unavailable every day for maintenance purposes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-6279540547500377876?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6279540547500377876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=6279540547500377876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6279540547500377876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6279540547500377876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-farsi1-frequencies_26.html' title='New Farsi1 Frequencies'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-6236540332860928599</id><published>2010-07-25T08:27:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2010-07-25T08:35:01.105+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Energy Broadcasting</title><content type='html'>Last night we had some guests who were Mehrdad's friends. We talked about different subjects but they started something new. It was about some classes which are held in Tehran by a well-known professor and is about self-conscious. You learn about hidden angles of your personality and also how to control out-coming energies.&lt;br /&gt;In these classes you will learn to avoid meeting or talking people who are not useful for your soul and methods of increasing positive manners like trustfulness and kindness.&lt;br /&gt;I think I need one of these courses to have better behaviour with those who are not important in my life but ARE there unfortunately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-6236540332860928599?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6236540332860928599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=6236540332860928599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6236540332860928599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6236540332860928599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/07/energy-broadcasting.html' title='Energy Broadcasting'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-4397015866596024708</id><published>2010-07-24T08:39:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2010-07-24T08:40:26.642+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>---</title><content type='html'>Nothing is going on as I wished these days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-4397015866596024708?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4397015866596024708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=4397015866596024708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4397015866596024708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4397015866596024708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_24.html' title='---'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-4237019122682911160</id><published>2010-07-22T12:01:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2010-07-22T12:07:52.470+04:30</updated><title type='text'>New Farsi1 Frequencies</title><content type='html'>For those who are watching Farsi1 series and are not able to watch this 1 year old channel from Hotbird satellite, I'm pasting the note was published in their website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Satellite Frequencies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We regret to inform you that FARSI1 has been experiencing some difficulties with its HOTBIRD satellite coverage from about early morning 21 July 2010, Dubai time. We are currently working hard to restore our HOTBIRD feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, our service is now also available on the following satellites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satellite: ARABSAT Badr4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequency: 12,111 MHz&lt;br /&gt;Symbol Rate: 27.5 Msps&lt;br /&gt;FEC: 3/4&lt;br /&gt;Polarity: Horizontal&lt;br /&gt;Service ID: 5&lt;br /&gt;VPID: 3151&lt;br /&gt;APID: 3152&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satellite: NILESAT 104 (AB4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequency: 12,437.00 MHz&lt;br /&gt;Symbol Rate: 27.5 Msps&lt;br /&gt;FEC: 3/4&lt;br /&gt;Polarity: Horizontal&lt;br /&gt;Service ID: 4711&lt;br /&gt;VPID: 4777&lt;br /&gt;APID: 4778&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that between 6.45am Dubai time (7.15am Tehran/Kabul time) and 10.15am Dubai time (10.45am Tehran/Kabul time) our channel will be unavailable every day for maintenance purposes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-4237019122682911160?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4237019122682911160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=4237019122682911160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4237019122682911160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4237019122682911160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-farsi1-frequencies.html' title='New Farsi1 Frequencies'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-553111393838582987</id><published>2010-07-21T13:42:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2010-07-21T13:43:38.889+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TEa56FZxkSI/AAAAAAAABDY/vSasbqKaxI8/s1600/Picture+396-728851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TEa56FZxkSI/AAAAAAAABDY/vSasbqKaxI8/s320/Picture+396-728851.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496284802786103586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the best photos I've ever seen. It was taken in my 30th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Khale Sanaz for sharing it. I can't remember who was the photographer but he/she did his/her best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-553111393838582987?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/553111393838582987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=553111393838582987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/553111393838582987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/553111393838582987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_898.html' title='Cake'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TEa56FZxkSI/AAAAAAAABDY/vSasbqKaxI8/s72-c/Picture+396-728851.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-1519326898178859557</id><published>2010-07-21T08:11:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2010-07-21T08:16:55.976+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Spouses</title><content type='html'>Who says after some years of having common life ,your love will be faded?&lt;br /&gt;Last night when Mehrdad was late and didn't answer his cellphone I was like 10 years ago and started crying, like always the worth probabilities was in my mind and when I saw him tired but kind I forgot everything.&lt;br /&gt;If Rozana come home late what should I do? This is really a nightmare for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-1519326898178859557?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/1519326898178859557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=1519326898178859557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/1519326898178859557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/1519326898178859557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/07/spouses.html' title='Spouses'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-3408412893437828739</id><published>2010-07-18T10:01:00.003+04:30</published><updated>2010-07-18T10:09:54.421+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Concerns</title><content type='html'>we are suffering from long times of electricity cut of in Tehran and other big cities of Iran. It's really intolerable when you are at home with an infant or a child, without any cooling system or even drinkable water and only try to bare the situation. These circumstances weren't chosen by us but maybe can be changed if we desire !!! &lt;br /&gt;Do you really think by paying much for energy you will have a persistent service quality? I don't think so... There are other problems for not being able to give the least facilities of life to my kind country people.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I saw pictures of Zahedaan terrorist attacks happened 2 days ago and I'm still shocked. They were all ordinary people like me ...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday one of my friends was talking about her new Australian visa. She is leaving like thousands of other intelligent Iranians ...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking more than my tolerance these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-3408412893437828739?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/3408412893437828739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=3408412893437828739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/3408412893437828739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/3408412893437828739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/07/concerns.html' title='Concerns'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-4761838661678129075</id><published>2010-07-17T07:48:00.003+04:30</published><updated>2010-07-17T07:56:59.136+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Freinds</title><content type='html'>Last night I was invited to one of my high school friends' engagement party. When I say high school it means sometimes around 15 years ago. Of course my best friends are those who remains from that time. &lt;br /&gt;Last night when I was looking at Elaheh beside her fiancee, I was reviewing lots of memories. She is very precious for me even if we don't meet frequently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-4761838661678129075?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4761838661678129075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=4761838661678129075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4761838661678129075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/4761838661678129075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/07/freinds.html' title='Freinds'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-1120172218991947625</id><published>2010-07-13T12:32:00.001+04:30</published><updated>2010-07-13T14:23:33.607+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Hair-Cut</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to barbary and did hair-cut. Almost half of my hair are disappeared and I'm feeling wonderful. Even I feel younger. When that woman was cleaning the hair from the ground I was thinking about a new technic of collecting oil from Mexico gulf. By this method, people gathere lots of hair and put it into nylone socks then brush it over the oil. Most of the oil will be absorbed to this new weapon. I thought how good it was if I were living there and attend in that social effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-1120172218991947625?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/1120172218991947625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=1120172218991947625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/1120172218991947625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/1120172218991947625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/07/hair-cut.html' title='Hair-Cut'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-9052168667124303326</id><published>2010-07-12T08:00:00.003+04:30</published><updated>2010-07-12T08:05:48.106+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><title type='text'>My Dearest Dear</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TDqMcglLTQI/AAAAAAAABCo/FC9BM0APAKc/s1600/IMG_1249-758677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TDqMcglLTQI/AAAAAAAABCo/FC9BM0APAKc/s320/IMG_1249-758677.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492857116941831426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TDqMdJxzFbI/AAAAAAAABCw/hWHzvmNTTiw/s1600/IMG_1314-760043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TDqMdJxzFbI/AAAAAAAABCw/hWHzvmNTTiw/s320/IMG_1314-760043.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492857128000624050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TDqMdZqbN0I/AAAAAAAABC4/abxSQLNbd20/s1600/IMG_8380-761060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TDqMdZqbN0I/AAAAAAAABC4/abxSQLNbd20/s320/IMG_8380-761060.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492857132264666946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Rozana was only painting and singing all past two days when we were guests of our friends, none of them could believe that a 3 year old girl can be this much calm and wise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. These are some random pictures taken in Hamedan and Mashad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-9052168667124303326?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/9052168667124303326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=9052168667124303326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/9052168667124303326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/9052168667124303326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_12.html' title='My Dearest Dear'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/TDqMcglLTQI/AAAAAAAABCo/FC9BM0APAKc/s72-c/IMG_1249-758677.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-5164182644343186855</id><published>2010-07-11T07:49:00.004+04:30</published><updated>2010-07-11T09:29:39.098+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>Today and tomorrow are announced as not working days in almost two third of Iran provinces. The reason is hot weather but when we were experiencing hotter weather last years or even early of this summer no one where thinking about it. Lowing energy consumption could be a reason but I think it's a lame joke to cover governors disabilities in managing energy and other natural resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.1. Last two days we were in one of our friends garden out of Tehran. Rozana only played and played and ate fresh fruit. She is still there but I came to work and will go to her in the afternoon and now I'm imagining her talks and runs at the early morning ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.2. I prefer Spain be the winner of 2010 World Cup. Lets see what's happening tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-5164182644343186855?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/5164182644343186855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=5164182644343186855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/5164182644343186855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/5164182644343186855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/07/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-6094274364208345904</id><published>2010-07-08T08:04:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2010-07-08T08:10:13.660+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Octapus</title><content type='html'>Is it believable that a simple octopus was able to predict Germany's defeat in 2010 World Cup matches? It sounds superstitious but is true !!!&lt;br /&gt;Even if Paul(that Octopus) was predicting the reverse but it is the fact that Spain was playing perfectly and somehow this team is the best team in Spain history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-6094274364208345904?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6094274364208345904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=6094274364208345904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6094274364208345904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/6094274364208345904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/07/octapus.html' title='Octapus'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-5018647139566727689</id><published>2010-07-07T14:44:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2010-07-07T15:04:26.036+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>Two days ago when I called Mehrdad's mother, I felt she's cried a lot and after a moment I found her neighbour had died in the morning.I hadn't seen him but always heard he was a good man from Mehrdad's parent. Anyway, I say some condolences and tried to make her calm and then said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Rozana was there and listening to our conversation. She was very curious and asked me she wants to talk with her grandma. I was saying she is sick and can't talk to you but she was persisting and suddenly she cried. She asked if her grandma has died?!!!&lt;br /&gt;Up to that day I thought Rozana doesn't know the meaning of death, but then I was sure that she knows. Actually she knows much more than my estimations or maybe I'm underestimating her. &lt;br /&gt;At last after lots of stories she believed me that her grandma is only sick and accepted to talk with her uncle ... I was thinking about that neighbor and death and Rozana's blank mind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-5018647139566727689?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/5018647139566727689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=5018647139566727689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/5018647139566727689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/5018647139566727689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/07/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-1730074408623724457</id><published>2010-07-06T13:50:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2010-07-06T14:02:32.838+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rozana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Late Updates</title><content type='html'>It's not my fault if this page is not updated recently. It could be hot weather's fault or busy work days or tired Somi or ... But honestly I think here is one of my children, should be nourished to be grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.Nowadays reading stories before Rozana's sleep is one of the greatest joys of my life. When she says goodnight and close her eyes with that nice smile of listening to Mehrdad's or mine voice I say lots of thank to the kind God for giving her to us. Good night my dear Rozana, Good night my little princess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-1730074408623724457?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/feeds/1730074408623724457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164749&amp;postID=1730074408623724457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/1730074408623724457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164749/posts/default/1730074408623724457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assaran.blogspot.com/2010/07/late-updates.html' title='Late Updates'/><author><name>Somaye Assaran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xeX2DfuZRck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABRA/pAOLiiLVayo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
