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I have the sweetest little PINK angel in the world.
When you love a color then wearing it on a beloved one is delighted.

Cyber World

Something has occupied all my mind in last days. Most of my life is changing in a cyber manner. I mean I'm adopting everything by using new technologies and the strongest one is internet.
I'm talking with my friends even those one who are in Tehran via net, I'm writing my diary and Rozana's memories in net, I'm seeking good friends for her via weblogs of baby's mothers, even I listen to radio at work by net. Other aspects are getting even worse, Rozana is getting addict in watching her TV channel. She likes playing with remote controls and cell phone and tools like them. We go out in the afternoons for walking but run home to prevent missing a TV series or ...
I feel I'm losing my old but kind and simple way of living in this rush times, even my princess is catching this type of living. But how can I stop this manner?!!! Everything has been twisted ina way that leads me again here. By the way, it's the sample of living in new modern world. We don't have any broadband access to the net in Iran but if it was available then what would be our relationship changes?!!!
it's a mood of not self-satisfaction but no other way out.
I've missed that simple and generous type which we used to have even in playing with children 10 years ago.

9 Months Old

My little princess is 9 months old!!! How fast and how sweet was last 18 months with Rozana inside me and beside me.

First Catching Cold

Last 3 days wasn't very good for Rozana ,thanks God that they weren't very bad either.
She catch cold for the first time in her life. Actually it was her first disease.
She got flue at the first day and then her tiny nose started watering :)))) A very funny dirty looking for a little princess, believe me it was so funny looking her face with nose waters and because she didn't let us clean her face so they dried on her face and a bad looking......( I hope you aren't eating anything at this time)
Another funny aspect of her disease was her disability of breathing by mouth. When we adults catch cold we breath by mouth but these little angels haven't learned it before(I don't know why it's not done instinctively!!!!) So when she went to sleep then suddenly her mouth was closed and she wasn't able breathing so started crying. Really we had problems in this case.




I don't know, but maybe 20 years from now ,when she come to this site and read what had been her mother concerns while she was 9 mouths old, then she'll laugh at her fool momy. Maybe at that time her problems are so much important and big which makes her laughing at me. But I believe that when she become a mother( Lots of times asking myself am I that much lucky to see that day), then she'll feel what I'm saying now.

Years Passing

Today I was thinking about those friends who are born in May and June for buying their gifts,suddenly something rushed into my mind: 3 days from now is the anniversary of selecting president Khatami some years ago, but how many years? 9 years?10 years? 11 years? yes,it's exactly 11 years passed from 2nd Khordad 76.It's a very long time, isn't it? It means that if Rozana was born on that day then she'd be 11 years now.

11 years ago, during these days I was a college student who was so energetic and fan of a new politician who became our president for 8 years. At that time I never thought all those nice dreams will be faded during those inordinately incidents. Not me nor Iranians can forget murdering authors, labeling him as a non-moslim, marching against him in the streets, low incoming of the government as a result of low oil prices for those days.... there are lots to say.
I want to look at it from another angel. Also nobody could predict that they will use from the number of people who participated in that election as the amount of people who agree their crimes. This was a lame joke which become true next years. Suddenly we see we have been all just some tools for ratifying their truthfulness in an unknown manner. Our elected president was keeping on saying that i don't have enough instruments for making my desired democracy and we all were waiting for him to quarrel for getting those instruments, but he never did.
He kept on nagging I can't, I can't. As a result of his behavior most of the educated people didn't participated in last 3-year presidential election ,so some uneducated ones elected Ahmadinejad and now we all are suffering.

11 years ago we all were in a sweat nice dream which we founded as a mirage very soon. We was seeing water but it was empty for quenching our thirstiness.
What good days we had?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Copyright

Some people have a very great mind. They have the ability of memorizing nice quotes or useful stories and fetch their data in a suitable time. I always respect these people because they have the ability of assuring us by giving tangible instances or nice sentences.
But some others have another attitude. They quote those nice sentences and even stories but without mentioning the resources. In this case they intend to introduce themselves as the creator of that nice sentence. Finding this feeling also gives me the feeling of being lied.
There is this much wide difference between these two type of people and one of the reasons that I try to write only my own opinion here is this.
We Iranian should get used to write the main resource of any writing at the end of our weblog posts/ newspaper articles/ official bultains...

P.S> After the comment of one of the nice readers I fixed up my funny mistake in the title of this post.

Happy With Her

Children are sources of positive energy. Maybe it's the reason why those couples who don't have any child ,spend lots of times and moneys for getting them.
She is my fountain of love, never cry in the mornings when I wake her very soon for going to my mother, never put me in trouble for feeding her, most of the times clap when I'm clapping ,always run in her walker when Mehrdad or I come home, nowadays put her tounge out of her mouth and looks like so funny.....
I can write about her even 24 hours.

Sad

Yesterday I was talking with someone and heard that one of the people who we both know, had talked behind me in a community for destroying my face in their mind.
Such cases happens for everyone. Most of the times I try to cut such a conversation because I'm sure no the quoter not the listener will benefit from this dialog but yesterday the case was different and somehow intentionally I heard all the story.

Because this weblog is the place of writing my diary so I'm talking about it here.

At first, when someone talks about something with you, it means that he has trusted on you and never imagine that you will use those sayings in a situation of being in trouble, against him!!!! Do you understand what I mean? I'm sure your answer will be no,because if you understand you wouldn't act like this.
Something else, who do you think will ruin from this incident? Of course it wouldn't be me because I have lots and lots friends/families who know me deeply and don't need to prove myself every time visiting them. I think you needed some credit and thought by destroying my face you will gain it. Definitely I'm sure you are wrong.

The time will go on and the only thing which will remain is good memories we have beside each other. Some times people ,intentionally or unintentionally, stops this cycle of memory producing. At this moment your times will only pass but very fast, and this will be the case for that friend who is no my friend anymore.

Shied

I do feel her shying while gazing at the camera here:


Weather is cloudy and I should go to insurance office for taking my 7 months off days salary so today I'll be at home about2 hours later.... it means I'll see her wonderful face and smell her hairs 2 hours later, it means I should try for waiting only by her picture in my purse.... it means I've missed her a lot now and want crying.

Motherhood

Today I saw an Email in my inbox which was titled 'Happy Mother's Day." I thanked my kind sister who was remembering me 4 days before and said myself it's a piece like lots of other nice pieces, but when I read it totally, it made me crying... somehow it was the cycle of me new life from someone else's language. Here you are:

Before reading it, I want to congratulate mother's day who are as kind and gorgeous as a mother.

MOTHERHOOD... IT WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE

Time is running out for my friend.

We are sitting at lunch when she casually
mentions that she and her husband are thinking
of "starting a family." What she means is that her
biological clock has begun its countdown and she
is considering the prospect of motherhood.

"We're taking a survey," she says, half jokingly.
"Do you think I should have a baby?"

"It will change your life," I say carefully.

"I know," she says. "No more sleeping in on Saturdays,
no more spontaneous vacations..."

But that is not what I mean at all.

I look at my friend, trying to decide what to tell her.
I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth
classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of
childbirth heal, but that becoming a mother will leave
her with an emotional wound so raw that she will be forever
vulnerable.

I consider warning her that she will never read
a newspaper again without asking "What if that had been my
child?" That every plane crash, every fire will haunt her.
That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will
look at the mothers and wonder if anything could be worse
than watching your child die.

I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit
and think she should know that no matter how sophisticated
she is, becoming a mother will immediately reduce her to the
primitive level. That a slightly urgent call of "Mom!" will
cause her to drop her best crystal without a moment's
hesitation.

I feel I should warn her that no matter how many years she
has invested in her career, she will be professionally
derailed by motherhood. She might successfully arrange for
child care, but one day she will be waiting to go into an
important business meeting, and she will think about her
baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of
discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure he
is all right.

I want my friend to know that everyday routine decisions
will no longer be routine. That a visit to Mc Donald's and a
five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather
than the women's room will become a major dilemma. That
right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming
children, issues of independence and gender identity will be
weighed against the prospect that danger may be lurking in
the rest room.

I want her to know that however decisive she may be at the
office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.
Looking at my attractive friend, I want to assure her that
eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but will
never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so
important, will be of less value to her once she has a child.
That she would give it up in a moment to save her offspring,
but will also begin to hope for more years, not so much to
accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish his.

I want her to know that a cesarean scar or stretch marks
will become badges of honor.

My friend's relationship with her husband will change, but
not in the ways she thinks. I wish she could understand how
much more you can love a man who is always careful to powder
the baby or who never hesitates to play with his son. I think
she should know that she will fall in love with her husband
again for reasons she would never have imagined.

I wish my modern friend could sense the bond she will feel
with other women throughout history who have tried desperately
to stop war and prejudice and drunk driving.

I want to describe to my friend the exhilaration of seeing
your son learn to hit a baseball. I want to capture for her
the laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog for
the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real
that it hurts.

My friend's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have
formed in my eyes.

"You'll never regret it," I say finally.

by Dale Hanson Bourke
Chicken Soup for the Woman's Soul

Rozana & Legos

Improvements

Today I saw in the blogger service that they have announced about giving us a new feature for sending posts in the future. It means you write your post for a coming date, then blogger at that certain day will publish your post and it doesn't need you at the back of computer at that moment. isn't it interesting?!! 4 years ago ,when I started writing blog, I was dreaming of getting such feature and today it's become true.

BenjaminAli

Yesterday I heard a true story which is interesting to be written here. Just pay some moments for reading it:
An Iranian engineer is living with an American wife for more than 11 years.The man is one of those good husbands who never goes drunk, uses drug or goes out with girls. All these behaviors are good points in his wife's mind comparing him with Amirecans who do these jobs regularly. Anyhow, they love each other but there were a tiny problem in their life which day by day got bigger and there weren't any solution: the woman wasn't able to be pregnant. They tested lots of solutions, even thought about new methods of using stranger sperms but everyone said it's impossible for you having a child.
... they were in love and didn't want to get divorce for such a reason so decided to adopt a child. After lots of searches and requests ,a case was found in Iran. They bought tickets and wife came for the first time here for the sake of a nice 3 month old child who were called BenjaminAli from then. They signed letters and named all their properties for him instead of being qualified for adopting... also when they went to the USA, the mother of the wife named 50000$ for Benjamin . His persistence made their life so joyful and after 3 months...... what do you think was happened? !!!

The wife felt dizzy and when consulting with the doctor surprisingly she was pregnant!!!!
Now another boy is born. It means that they have 2 little angels but the most beloved one is Benjamin, because they believe his nature gave the atmosphere of parenting another child in that home.


It was just a true story, but what would be the case if it was happening here in Iran with an Iranian couple and a traditional mother-in-law .I'm sure your answer will be it depends on the one who has problem. If the husband had a problem in making her wife pregnant then suddenly a romantic life would begin and they would accept to adopt a child(most of the times a daughter) ,but in the other case.... in most of the times they would divorce and the man would be a father living with new wife very romantically!!!!!!!!
This is the fair rule in my country which is not written anywhere but ratified in people's minds.