Sean kenny has written it:
I've just come across this blog posting. It's late here and I'm tired, too tired to write a reply. I think you've got me all wrong and I'd like the chance to explain why. But please, read the finished article, see what you think, I would like to hear.
I'm also interested to see how did you write and reflect on it, so please send me your article to "ehsonst 'at' gmail'com " I wrote it in this way for the spam
Mohammad Hossein, the one to whom I owe alot and what I really like about him is his challenges:
"i thought has anyone of my school teachers ever seen me in her/his dreams? have i been in their night lives? i am thinking that i do not like the places that do not have day life and night life both together, the places that accept the people only at days or only at nights and are empty and closed in one of these two timespaces. i do not like the people that share only their days or only their nights with me.i love allah because he is with me at days and nights, days and nights, days and nights. i remember ebrahim telling koffar enni la yohebbol afelin (do u know where is it in quran?)
as i remember now from the first days of my life at school i have been loving to walk at school when i am in it and maybe i have got the habit of walking while thinking and talking from there
school is still challenging, during these days and nights! as he said it's taking my hand and we are walking, school is not Yazd! school is not living in Kavir!
I'm still waiting Mohammad Hossein
I don’t like to talk about school as I did here
School is a thinking which has it’s own eyes for watching and his own ears for hearing.
What’s irritating is his eyes doesn’t shine, it’s all dull, it’s "fall off the wall"! it’s a pre eyes not a looking seeking eyes, if it explores it doesn’t seek for a great grace of a boy staring at water, or a shiny sparkly eyes of a discovery of a whisper!
What makes me nervous is his ears doesn’t shake it’s not a nosy moving tiny ears shaped at the sound of an helicopter passing by in the sky or ears for looking for big bangs of a empty milk pocket! or for the bells of the camels passing through the street selling soil for the yard! or ears for listening the door which is knocked, knock knock
Steps are somewhere else; they are not in the schools! It’s all challenging for boys who run through it and upon it and on it and of it! Steps play with them and I play with the steps,
School is a thinking either I! But schools are full of lines, lines for coming, lines for going, lines for sitting, lines for standing, lines for watching, lines for not watching lines for names and names for lines!!! Liny liny school! Could you ever leave your line! Would you ever live with broken lines!
ربنا اننا ظلمنا انفسنا فان لم تغفرلنا وترحمنا لنكونن من الخاسرين
I've never been in a place as complex as schools, as chaotic as schools, as disparing as schools, as interesting as schools, as challenging as schools
teaching, learning, living, acting, cheating, doing, going, coming, opening, closing, leaving, watching, looking, gazing, staring...
but the most questioning challenge and challenging question for me is " who is school?!" is there anything in the name of school? !
share me about the photo, and about the school and about about
“If Iran persists in their proud and stubborn ways, if they harden their heart against all reason, Iran will provoke the EU to contain the situation to keep Israel restrained. The EU rapid response to Iran's nuclear jihad will be a new crusade.David Ben-Ariel
Thought you might be interested. ”
How can I “might be interested” when such an aggressive words without even knocking the door and without any getting permission about coming in, come into my room and start shouting at me!!
All the way, I was reading and actually listening to what suddenly jumped in! I was wondering, how can such words became that much wild and ugly
Lakof, I heard from him, metaphor we live by. All I’m seeking for is the metaphor which make this guy to let himself to shoot at me by these words but let me tell you about metaphors we, Iranian Muslims, live by. We believe the every moment of life is a jihad for God, by the way we use the words, or make them or tell them or listen to them, by the way we walk in the street or at home or in fight with you, by the way we sleep at home or in the journey or when we die, all and all and all the life is a jihad and if my life is not jihad its not worth to live it
So thank you to remind me of my nuclear jihad, thank you to remind me to tell you that my whole life is a jihad