Expensive

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 ... "
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" !!!!!!!!!
She was my mirror and just guess how was my feeling .

Life Price

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.

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 ...

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 ...

Sanction

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.

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.

Deliciouse

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Nima

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 ...
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...
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.

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.

Not Feeling Good

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.
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...
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 ....
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.

Snowy Morning

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.
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.

Dictators

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...
We are used to hear what we like because we LIKE to hear it and think everyone should change themselves for our sake.
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, ...


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 ...