<?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-23564419</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:53:56.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Maryam's blog!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryjoon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23564419/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryjoon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>marytiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950841001534161393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23564419.post-115002213492366545</id><published>2006-06-11T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T01:22:20.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/mary.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/400/mary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/deldar/join" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/maryamgoly.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/maryamgoly.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;loneliness and eternity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sometimes I feel that I am the only human in the earth and there is no creature except me.Why? Did you have this feeing up to now?Often we laugh with our friends, we play with them, we go to different parts and we are happy,but all these joys are for a short time and again we feel loneliness. Why?Where is real relaxation?Who can comfort us for ever?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I think about God I get to this point that when he crated me and send me to this world he gave me every things. He put in my bag every things that I needed, he gave me sun for getting up, he gave me night for sleeping, even he gave me some bread for eating. I had every things and this had made my problem. My around was crowded. I could look for a butterfly from morning to night. I could account all stars during the time to finally I pass my time.But my god why sometimes I like to go under a tree and start crying? Why sometimes I feel I am alone in the world? Why sometimes anyone can not hear my voice? My God!you gave me everythings that I needed but still I need a thing that I can notfind in my bag .I search everywhere, I ask everyone obout this, but anyone can not answer to me. Why? Why did you send me to this world with  different and kind people who are beside me just for a short time? Why everythings pass easily and quickly?Why they can not be with us for ever? Why beauties are not eternal? &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt;?My God!you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;forgot to put&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;eternity&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in my bag. I need it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23564419-115002213492366545?l=maryjoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryjoon.blogspot.com/feeds/115002213492366545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23564419&amp;postID=115002213492366545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23564419/posts/default/115002213492366545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23564419/posts/default/115002213492366545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryjoon.blogspot.com/2006/06/loneliness-and-eternity-sometimes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>marytiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950841001534161393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23564419.post-114881366124666465</id><published>2006-05-28T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T00:03:48.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/maryjoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/320/maryjoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just a Moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I ask for just a moment, each day we seek guidance, protection and comfort for our friends and families, each day we search for happiness but today...&lt;br /&gt;I ask that you pray, pray for strenght, pray for understanding, pray for health, joy or serenity pray for peace or pray for victory.&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stand beside me today and pray for an answer. An answer to put an ended to the anger and voilence. An answer to comfort the hearts of so many in pain for without an answer, more lives will be lost, more tears will be shed and we will not find peace. So please take just a moment, a moment to pray with me, together we might just make a difference!But we don't take a moment...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To make an effort , ask your friends for just a moment ...to pray with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23564419-114881366124666465?l=maryjoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryjoon.blogspot.com/feeds/114881366124666465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23564419&amp;postID=114881366124666465' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23564419/posts/default/114881366124666465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23564419/posts/default/114881366124666465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryjoon.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-moment-today-i-ask-for-just.html' title=''/><author><name>marytiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950841001534161393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23564419.post-114837584297799364</id><published>2006-05-23T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T02:17:22.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/MARYGH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/320/MARYGH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laugh a While&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ben:Did you hear about the new dance called elavaror?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mike:I sure didn't!What is it like?Ben:it has no steps!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher:What do letter B.C mean?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pupil:Before Calculators.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customre:When I bought this cat, you told me he was good for mice.He doesn't go near them!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clerk:Well, isn't good for mice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack: I got an anonymous letter. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joan:From whome ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23564419-114837584297799364?l=maryjoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryjoon.blogspot.com/feeds/114837584297799364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23564419&amp;postID=114837584297799364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23564419/posts/default/114837584297799364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23564419/posts/default/114837584297799364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryjoon.blogspot.com/2006/05/laugh-whilebendid-you-hear-about-new.html' title=''/><author><name>marytiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950841001534161393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23564419.post-114837082965539149</id><published>2006-05-23T00:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T02:27:19.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/marybb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/320/marybb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Came To Say A Word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spirit is to me a companion who comforts me when the days grow heavy to me; who consoles me when the afflications of life multiply.&lt;br /&gt;Who is not a companion to his spirit is an enemy to people. And he who seems not in in his self a friend dies despairing. For life springs from within a man and cmes not from without him.&lt;br /&gt;I came to say a word and I shall utter it. Should death take me ere Igive voice, the morrow shall utter it. For the morrow leaves not a secret hidden in the book of the Infinite.&lt;br /&gt;I came to live in the splendour of Love and the lihgt of Beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Should they put out my eyes I would listen to the songs of love and the melodies of beauty and gladness. Were they to stop my ears I would find joy in the caress of the breeze compound of beauty's fragrance and the sweet breath of lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And If I am denied the air I will live with my spirit; for the spirit is the daughter of love and beauty.&lt;br /&gt;I came to be for all and in all. That which alone I do today shall be proclaimed be for the people in days to come .&lt;br /&gt;And what I now say with one tongue, tomorrow will say with many.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23564419-114837082965539149?l=maryjoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryjoon.blogspot.com/feeds/114837082965539149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23564419&amp;postID=114837082965539149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23564419/posts/default/114837082965539149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23564419/posts/default/114837082965539149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryjoon.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-came-to-say-word-my-spirit-is-to-me_23.html' title=''/><author><name>marytiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950841001534161393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23564419.post-114819963039418490</id><published>2006-05-21T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T00:12:28.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/MARY4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/sch3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/320/sch3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/school5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The First Day of School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How beautiful childhood is! I myself whenever remember my childhood mistakes that I made I start laughing. I cried for every things even for going to school. The first day of school remind me my own fear to go to school and hiding in an old bath. It is a sweet and touchable memory in my mind.It was 1371 when I was 7 years old and like other children I had to go to school for the first time. My parents were so happy because I had grown up and I was going to learn new things but I was not happy because I was so afraid of school. Even such words such as "teacher, class and exam" gave me stress. My father had eagerly bought some stationery for me but whenever I saw them I started crying and shouting. My parents were so worried about me and tried by telling some sentences such as "school is a good place, you can write your name, and you can find new friends and..."satisfy me to go to school but again I started crying until I was full of stress. My mother had made ready every thi&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/images.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/400/images.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ngs for me but I was so afraid of going to school even I c&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/MARY1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ould not sleep till something came to my mind "Escape". Yes it was the best way for getting rid of school so with this plan I fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Next day when I got up my mother had made me breakfast, she was so happy but I was full of stress, "teacher, exam, punishment, lessons"! WOW! I didn't want to go to school. While I was putting on my clothes I was thinking about my plan "Escape" but where was the best place to escape to? Again I became worried, where could I escape to? While I was thinking my mother called me:" come on, it's too late, you should go to school".I couldn't eat my breakfast so I took my bag and sat down in the car. Still I was crying, my face was red, I was looking out the window of the car. Every children were going to school, some happy and some like me with tearful eyes. Finally we got to school, in front of the school was crowded; all children had came with their parents, one of their hands was in their mothers' hands and in the other a branch of beautiful flower. While I was crying and watching them, we had to go in our rank. My father kissed me warmly and came back to home, and again I started crying. While children were in their ranks and master was speaking. I didn't waste the time and with red and tearful eyes ran out of the school. I didn't know where I was going to. I just ran until I got to an old public bath. I was gasping, without any pause I ran into the bath. I wanted to hide myself so I looked for a suitable place until I found an old room where was full of black pipes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/320/marym.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Immediately I hide myself behind them, while I was trembling, I put my head on my feet and started crying. Suddenly an old man came into and put his hands on my head. I was frightened but when I looked at him I started crying more and more. He was a kind bath keeper who had came for repairing some pipes. Unfortunately he recognized me so he asked me the reason of my crying. When he found out that I escaped from school he started laughing at me and brought me out of the room. My clothes and scarf were black and dirty, it was so funny. While he explained me that school is the best place and there is no reason for fearing he returned me to school. On the way to school he bought a box of swee&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/first-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/320/first-day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t for me and said to me that how much he liked to go to school but because of short money he couldn't go to school. Again I started crying but this time I didn't cry because of fear, I cried for that man, because he couldn't go to school. Whe&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/sch2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n we got to sch&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/sch2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ool I promised to him that don’t cry and don’t escape from school again.&lt;br /&gt;That day was the best day in my life, now I am 21 and I am a university student. How soon the time passes.Now whenever I pass that bath and my elementary school I remember that day, those sweet and that kind man, although now he is died he is in my mind for ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/23564419-114819963039418490?l=maryjoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryjoon.blogspot.com/feeds/114819963039418490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23564419&amp;postID=114819963039418490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23564419/posts/default/114819963039418490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23564419/posts/default/114819963039418490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryjoon.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-day-of-school-how-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>marytiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950841001534161393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23564419.post-114725687380388740</id><published>2006-05-10T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T03:11:49.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/maryhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/maryhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/maryhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/maryhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/maryhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/maryhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/maryhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/maryhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/320/maryhouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/maryhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/maryhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/house.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;IS Housework Degrading&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;washing floors, cleaning the house, cooking meals and etc."Houseworking";what a borning job, I don't like it, any one doesn't help me, it is too trivial to even talk about." These are a woman's complaints who thinks housework is degrading. What do you think?Is it really degrading?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Statistics show that 82/7 percent of women in Iran are considerade inactive and 17/3percent of them are considerade active. While most of women in Iran are housewives these statistics show that society don't consider housework as a valuable job. Why? Is it really unvaluable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;   If you ask people what their idea is about houseworking, you will become surprised because nost of them think that houseworking is just woman's responsibility, while it is not true. women like to appeare in society and have social activities. It is their right to have time just for themeselves, so it is not true to think that housework is just woman's responsibility, while. If we help women in the house we will see better results and everythings is done in the best way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Of course you must bear in mind that it is woman who must trust on her abilities and beleive herself and knows not only houseworking is not a degrading job but also it is valuable job and it is very important in society because they make house a place full of relief and friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;So, althogh houseworking is a repeated job that is done day to day, it is not adegrading job. The only thing that is important is cinsidering every job as a value. If you consider houseworking as a degrading job it becomes degrading to you and it seemes too boring for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23564419-114725687380388740?l=maryjoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryjoon.blogspot.com/feeds/114725687380388740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23564419&amp;postID=114725687380388740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23564419/posts/default/114725687380388740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23564419/posts/default/114725687380388740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryjoon.blogspot.com/2006/05/is-housework-degradingwashing-floors.html' title=''/><author><name>marytiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950841001534161393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23564419.post-114698312540641063</id><published>2006-05-06T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T03:09:29.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>India</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/270px-Taj_Mahal_in_March_2004.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/320/270px-Taj_Mahal_in_March_2004.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;India,unique cultural heritage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was very interesting for me to hear about a country that still has preserve its traditions throughout history, a country with rich culture that echoes tradition in its culture and brings past to now and becomes the largest democracy in the world. Yes, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;;my favourite country and the second- most populous in the world, the only country that I like to travel to, not only because of its beauties but also because of its rich culture that atract me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As awhole the name of &lt;em&gt;india&lt;/em&gt; is originated from the Old Persian version of &lt;em&gt;sindhu&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/delhi-india-gate.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/320/delhi-india-gate.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, the historic local appelation for the River Indus. The constitution of India and common usage also recognise &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bharat, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;as an official name of equal status, but its third name, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hindustan&lt;/span&gt; has been used since the twelfth century, though its contemporary use is unevenly applied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geoghraphically India has a coastline of over seven thousands kilometer borders Pakistan to the west, the People's Republic of China, Nepal, and Bangladesh and Myanmar to the east to the east. In the India Ocean, it is adjacent to the island nation of Srilanca. India is the seventh- largest country by geoghraphical area and has one of the most diverse populations of wildlife,geoghraphical terrain and cimate systems found anywhere in the world. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As a whole India as second most populous country in the world has 28 states, 7 territories and 22 official languages, including the official national language, Hindi, and English which is widely spoken. After decades of intensive efforts to combat the widespread poverty, illiteracy and poor living conditions across the country, India's economy is today the fourth- largest in terms of purchasing power parity(ppp)and the tenth-largest in nomonal terms.&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;India with its rich culture has managed to preserve its traditions throughout history whilst absorbing customs, traditions and ideas from both invaders and immigrant. Many cultural lpractices, languages, customes and monuments are exampels of this co-mingling over centuries. some famous monuments like Taj Mahal has been inherited from the Mughul dynasty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/joker.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/320/joker.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;India is also famous because of having some festival which are celebrated in different parts of India. The most popular celebrations in India are the Hindu festival of Diwali, Holi, Pongal and Dussehra and the Muslim celebrationof Eid which each of these festivals are celebrated in a unique style.Of course in India every season has its own special festival, for example the birthdays of gods and goddesse, saints prophets, great historical happening and the advent of the New Year, all find expression in colourful festivities. Usually during these festivals people clean and decorate houses and exchange gifts to each other, as a whole they try to be happy and enjoy themselves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/320/sikh.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23564419-114698312540641063?l=maryjoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryjoon.blogspot.com/feeds/114698312540641063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23564419&amp;postID=114698312540641063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23564419/posts/default/114698312540641063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23564419/posts/default/114698312540641063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryjoon.blogspot.com/2006/05/india.html' title='India'/><author><name>marytiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950841001534161393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23564419.post-114665241027149782</id><published>2006-05-03T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T00:52:10.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/14.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/14.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Co-education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Co-education is one of the subjects that there are different ideas about it. We have both girls and boys in families and there is no problem, but what about education? Is co-education good or not?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some people believe that mixing of the sexes in education is natural. In their opinion when boys and girls be educated under the same roof they will have politness in their behaviour, some people think when boys and girls face to each other they will try to show their personality in their behaviour, so they will be more polite. Moreover when boys and girls attend together the classes they will find confidence and will dare to talk to each other so they can express themselves easily and in this way their shyness will be diminished.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of the other positive point in co-education is effect of it on learning. Some people believe competition is more between the sexes than rivals of the same sex, moreover girls attend schools more than boys so boys can use this as motivation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Co-education has another positive effect that is related to society. some believe if each sexes educated differently nad girls and boys be seprated from each other some intracting skills will be lost, furthermore co-education enables invastigation to be made into the characters of boys and girls, the different environment and subjects they may need. Also co-educational experience make marriage the best, because if man and woman have known each other they will have a better life in future. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other opinons about co-education are different. Some people believe girls nad boys should be seprated. In their opinion mixing oe the sexes in education has many problems wheather in learning or in behaviour and society.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some beleive co-education cause girls and boys don't show their feelings easily and also make them feel uncomfortable in classes, in their opinion when girls and boys attend scahools, they will have stress and this make them don't ask their question easily.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The other negative point about co-education is that some people think educationally some subjecs are necessary for one sex which are not suitable for the other, so it is hard for teachers to explain some subjects easily.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last negative point about co-education is its effect on society because some people think mixed school are more expensive to run than those for one sex only, furtheremore girls usually mature faster than boys, educationally both girls and boys together create an imbalance and make many problems in their growing up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So there are many different ideas about co-education. Some people think it ios good for girls and boys to be familiar to each other and learn different skills from each other and some beleive mixing of the sexes in education make them to diminish their feelings and also make them don't have concentration on lessons, so depending on persons anyone has his own idea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23564419-114665241027149782?l=maryjoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryjoon.blogspot.com/feeds/114665241027149782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23564419&amp;postID=114665241027149782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23564419/posts/default/114665241027149782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23564419/posts/default/114665241027149782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryjoon.blogspot.com/2006/05/co-educationco-education-is-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>marytiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950841001534161393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23564419.post-114587504292679166</id><published>2006-04-24T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T02:37:34.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/leo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/320/leo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Today&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I'm going to talk to you about the best things that I learned in my reading classes last semester. In fact I'm going to share my expriences with you and I hope my experiences be keys for you to overcome your problems easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  last semester, in my reading class, my proffesor Dr. Ghahramani recommend us some notes written by "Leo Buscaglia." I was so happy because I found things that I had lost in my life such as:my thoughts, my aim and espesially myself, but when I read one of notes by Leo Buscaglia named"on becoming you", I understood the only thing that is never lost is "myself."I learned the most important thing in the world is that you make yourself the greatest, gradest and most wonderful, because just in this way you can control destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  About five mounths ago I missed one of my best friends, at first it was to hard for me to put up with  this subject, even I didn't have any hope in my life any more, but when I thought logically I understood the only way that we can accept life is to accept death, when we learn that death is another aspect of life we can go easily. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  yes, life is full of pain and joy and these are that make our life, according Leo "life is a gift from God to you and the way you live your life is your gift to God."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes, these were the lessons that I learned in my reading classes and gifts that Leo gave  me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is some informations about Leo Buscaglia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/wolfiez88-store_1892_10148008.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/400/wolfiez88-store_1892_10148008.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Leonardo Buscaglia (31 march 1924- 11 june 1998) was a professor of Italiam descent at the University of California, who authored a number of New York Times bestselling inspirational books on love and human reticences on the subject, including The Fall of Freddie the Leaf, Bus 9 to Paradise, Living Loving and Learning, and Love. In lectures he often protested, in outrage at the comparative absence of writing on the subjct, "I got the copyright for love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While teaching at the USC, Buscaglia was moved by a student's suicide to contemplate human disconnectedness and the meaning of life, and began a non-cradit class he called Love 1A. His book and numerous recorded and televised lectures, some of which became avilable through PBS , and which became extremely well received. He agrue that social bonds are essential at transcending the stresses of everyday life and enriching it above the limitations of poverty as well as crossing communication gaps between generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buscaglia worked actively to overcome social and mental barriers that inhabited the expression of love between people, from family to acquaintance tp the disable, institutionalized, and elderly, to complete strangers, often making his own forwardness on the subject a topic of self-deprecading humor. The profunding of his subject, however, almost invariably struck a resposive chord regarding an area many regarded as deficient in their lives, and by 1998 his books had reached eighteen million copies in prin in seventeen languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo died of a heart attack on june 11, 1998 at his home in Glenbrook, Nevada, near Lake Tahoe at the age of 74.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23564419-114587504292679166?l=maryjoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryjoon.blogspot.com/feeds/114587504292679166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23564419&amp;postID=114587504292679166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23564419/posts/default/114587504292679166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23564419/posts/default/114587504292679166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryjoon.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-im-going-to-talk-to-you-about.html' title=''/><author><name>marytiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950841001534161393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23564419.post-114544126963369158</id><published>2006-04-19T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T03:53:02.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/fy1i69.1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/400/fy1i69.1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How can you have a beautifull life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"remember where you have be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/i804234698920.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;en and know where you are going . life is not a race, but a jurnay to be savored each step of way" Nikta Koloff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"life is like a parachute jump:you have to get it right the first time." Margaret Mead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One of the sanest, surest, and mostgenerous joys of life comes from being happy over the good fortune of others." Archibald Rutledge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"If you do not do the thing you fear, the fear controls your life." Brain Tracy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Do not wait for ideal circumstances, nor the best opportunaties; they will never come." Janet E . Stuart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"You can have everything in life you if you will just help enough other people to get what they want." Zig Ziglar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Happiness is not getting what you want, it is wanting what you have got." Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Do not fear failure so much that you refuse to try new things. The saddest summary of a life contains three description: could have, mihgt have, and should have." Louis E. Boone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"human beings, by changing the inner attitudes of their minds, can change the outher aspects of their lives" William James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we iook so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has opend for us." Helen Keller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23564419-114544126963369158?l=maryjoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryjoon.blogspot.com/feeds/114544126963369158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23564419&amp;postID=114544126963369158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23564419/posts/default/114544126963369158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23564419/posts/default/114544126963369158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryjoon.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-can-you-have-beautifull-life.html' title=''/><author><name>marytiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950841001534161393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23564419.post-114535295697772952</id><published>2006-04-18T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T01:37:40.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/Euthanasia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/400/Euthanasia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/wolfiez88-store_1892_10148008.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Euthanasia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is euthanasia?Is it a suitable and logical action or not? As a whole, euthanasia or mercy klling means:painless kiling of people who have a painful incurable disease, But is it really a suitable action for somone who suffer from pain or not?&lt;br /&gt;In some countries people consider euthanasia as an unlogical action. In their opinin, it is too cruel to force a living person to die. In other words, however they are on deathbed, their life hasnt come to end and its their right to make decision about themselves. Moreover, some people believe that life, itself is full of pain, so pain is a part of life.&lt;br /&gt;Also, it is doctors duty to use their knowledge in the best way and try to return an ill person to life. Moreover, peoples abilites are different&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes a miracle can happens, so we are not allowed to interfer in anyones fate.&lt;br /&gt;The other people not only consider euthanasia as a logical action, but also they believe that it is very necessary. In their opinion if someone is on a deathbed and suffer from a painful disease there is no problem to let them pass on. Furthermore not only there is no beauty in life of an ill person, but also it is too hard for their family to stand their painful life. The important point is that life is not just existance, everyone must enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;So there are different ideas about euthanasia, some people accept euthanasia and the others not. Some people believe that life on a deathbed is the same as death and consider euthanasia as awrong action and say it is not our right to force somebody to die. So depending on the culture any person has his own idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23564419-114535295697772952?l=maryjoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryjoon.blogspot.com/feeds/114535295697772952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23564419&amp;postID=114535295697772952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23564419/posts/default/114535295697772952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23564419/posts/default/114535295697772952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryjoon.blogspot.com/2006/04/euthanasia-what-is-euthanasiais-it.html' title=''/><author><name>marytiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950841001534161393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23564419.post-114184064278091198</id><published>2006-03-08T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T22:14:14.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the tomb of kharqani</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/shahrood3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/320/shahrood3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/shahrood3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is tomb of kharqani in one of the villages in Shahhrood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23564419-114184064278091198?l=maryjoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryjoon.blogspot.com/feeds/114184064278091198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23564419&amp;postID=114184064278091198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23564419/posts/default/114184064278091198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23564419/posts/default/114184064278091198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryjoon.blogspot.com/2006/03/tomb-of-kharqani.html' title='the tomb of kharqani'/><author><name>marytiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950841001534161393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23564419.post-114172114225604844</id><published>2006-03-06T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T01:49:26.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful city</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/shahrood-7tir.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/1600/shahrood-7tir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4291/2423/320/shahrood-7tir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is Maryam; I was born in Shahrood, one of the cities that is located in Semnan. It is located 400 kilometers far from Tehran (the capital of Iran).From the north it is surrounded by Albors Mountains chin and from the south by Salty Desert.&lt;br /&gt;The weather on the mountainous area and northern parts is cold and very hot in the south. As a whole the city has temperate weather. The city is 1386 high from sea level, 51419 square meters area and 21500 population that most of them because of good weather are farmer; also some fruits such as melon, apricot and especially grape are grown in this zone easily. Even one of the squares in this city is called grape square. As a whole 7-tir and Imam are the main squares in this city that sometimes especially in holidays are host of people that come to this places to rest, of course there is a beautiful waterfall in my city that is a suitable place for people specially for children. Also there are some historical places in my city that most of the time specially in summer attract many tourists fro different parts of the world, Kushner Tower, Chakhmagh hill and Abbasi carvansarai are the most important historical places in my city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23564419-114172114225604844?l=maryjoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryjoon.blogspot.com/feeds/114172114225604844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23564419&amp;postID=114172114225604844' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23564419/posts/default/114172114225604844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23564419/posts/default/114172114225604844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryjoon.blogspot.com/2006/03/beautiful-city.html' title='Beautiful city'/><author><name>marytiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03950841001534161393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
