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A vacation I took
Three years ago I took a vacation in the hot summer. My friends and I went to a beautiful and interesting place in the Fars province (i.e. one of the stats of Iran), whose name is Droodzan. Droodzan is the name of a dam in that region. The reserved water at the back of dam made the green and wooded area around it. The dam's gates were opened and the clear and cool water was flowing through the dam's stream.
As a matter of fact We were skilled in fishing, agility and also accuracy, are two factors which plays an important and vital role in the fishing. Anyway We camped near the dam's lake ASAP and put our hooks in the lake. Of course my friends and I loved fishing and we were crazy about it. In that year we used to go fishing once or twice at month. At noon, we cooked fried fish with the fishes which we had caught in the morning for lunch. It was so delicious and after that we drunk a cup of tea and took a nap. Generally we have caught fish with traditional method using a simple nylon fishing line, some hooks in efferent sizes, a small bell and some paste for baiting. The end of line was tied to a big stone and fixed strictly. Actually the best sound in fishing is the bell sound! (haha). In the afternoon we heard a bell sound which was suddenly stopped. We thought that a fish was caught with one of the hooks, therefore we ran to the sound position, and when we understood what had happened, it was too late that we couldn't do anything. That sound was from the small bell, which has been connected to my fishing line. In fact I had caught a big fish but it ran away means it towed all my fishing equipment such as my hook, my fishing line and even bell, whit itself. It was the strongest fish that I had ever seen. Anyway I continued my fishing because I had spare equipment and this adventure was a new experience for me. At night we collected our equipment and came back home.
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The other version of previous writing corrected by Marzieh:
I took a vacation in hot summer 3 years ago. My friends and I went to a beautiful and interesting place in Fars province (i.e. one of the states in Iran). It was Droodzan. Droodzan is the name of a dam in that region. There were many grass-plots and woodlands around the dam. The dam’s gates were opened; transparent and cool waters were flowing through the dam’s stream. Actually, we were professional fishers. Agility and accuracy are two factors that plays vital role in fishing. Anyway, we camped near the dam’s lake immediately. Then put our hooks in lake. My friends and I are crazy about fishing. We used to go fishing once or twice in month. At noon, we barbequed fishes that we caught them in the morning. It was so delicious, then we drunk a cup of tea and took a nap. Usually, we go fishing with traditional methods, a simple nylon fishing line, some hooks in different sizes, a small bell, some pastes for baiting. The end of line was tied to a big stone and fixed. Actually, the best sound in fishing is the bell sound. In the afternoon, we heard a bell sound which was suddenly stopped. We reckon that a fish was caught with one of the hooks. So we ran to the sound position. While we understood what had happened, it was so late for doing anything. That sound was from the small bell, which has been connected to my fishing line. In fact, I had caught a big fish but it ran away. It towed all my fishing equipments such as my hook, line and even bell with itself. It was the strongest fish that I had ever seen.Anyway, I continued my fishing because I had spare equipment. This adventure was a new experience for me. At night, we came back home.
The lyric of the music (Who was he !?)
Everyday my papa would work, To try to make ends meet, To see that we would eat, Keep those shoes upon my feet, Every night my papa would take me, And tuck me in my bed, Kiss me on my head, After all my prayers were said, And there were years, Of sadness and of tears, Through it all Together we were strong, We were strong, Times were rough, But Papa he was tough Mama stood beside him all along, Growing up with them was easy, The time had flew on by, The years began to fly, They aged and so did I, And I could tell, That mama she wasn't well, Papa knew and deep down so did she, So did she, When she died, Papa broke down and he cried, And all he could say was, "God, why her? Take me!", Everyday he sat there sleeping in a rocking chair, He never went upstairs, Because she wasn't there, Then one day my Papa said, "Son, I'm proud of how you've grown", He said, "Go out and make it on your own., Don't worry. I'm O.K. alone.", He said, "There are things that you must do", He said, "There's places you must see", And his eyes were sad as he As he said goodbye to me, Every time I kiss my children, Papa's words ring true, He said, "Children live through you., Let them grow! They'll leave you, too", I remember every word Papa used to say, I kiss my kids and pray, That they'll think of me, Oh how I pray, They will think of me - That way – Someday
Which person would be liked more than the others?
To answer this question I would say "the mothers". As a matter of fact our Islamic culture has put the mother's situation at the highest and says " the Eden is under the mothers foot ".
Hence when the rank and nature personality of a mother is so high, how can I talk about my mother?
If I wanna tell you about myself, Only I know and I can tell that the person who has suffered for me in my life, who has born me and tolerated the pain of child birth, who has been careful about her child that needed a lot of care all the time, who has been the best support in my problems and stresses, who has been the best nurse when I was sick, who has been the best sympathizer in my heartaches, who has been the best incentive and motive in my successes and who has been the best mother for her children and the best wife for her husband, is my mother and I love her.
Here, I want to tell you about a nice poem which was written by Ireg Mirza, the famous poet of our country, Iran. He said in his book that a young and inexperienced boy loved a girl who was an evil person. Then she told the boy that " if you want to join me, you must only go and bring your mother's heart for me! ". Anyway the boy was overcome by devilment of her and went home, killed his mother and remove her heart from her chest. When he was leaving home, his foot struck the door 's pivot, so he fell down on the ground and the heart did too on the other place. When he wanted to rise, he heard this voice that " oh my God, my boy's foot hurt, oh my child's hand was hit by the ground ".
The voice was from his mother's heart !
May God always watch over all mothers and keep them happy and healthy for their family.
Some beautiful poems for who knows Persian (Farsi) language !
Who can translate them to English (^_^) ?
تو به من خندیدی و نمیدانستی؛ من به چه دلهره از باغچۀ همسایه، سیب را دزدیدم؛
باغبان از پی من تند دوید؛ سیب را دست تو دید؛ غضبآلوده به من کرد نگاه؛
سیب دندانزده از دست تو افتاد به خاک؛ و تو رفتی و هنوز؛
سالهاست که در گوش من آرام آرام؛ خشخش گام تو تکرارکنان، میدهد آزارم؛
و من اندیشه کنان، غرق این پندارم؛ که چرا باغچۀ کوچک ما سیب نداشت !؟
- بعدها فروغ فرخزاد جواب حمید مصدق را اینطور داده است:
من به تو خندیدم؛ چون که میدانستم؛ تو به چه دلهره از باغچۀ همسایه، سیب را دزدیدی
پدرم از پی تو تند دوید؛ و نمیدانستی، باغبان باغچۀ همسایه؛ پدر پیر من است؛
من به تو خندیدم؛ تا که با خندۀ خود، پاسخ عشق تو را، خالصانه بدهم؛
بغض چشمان تو لیک؛ لرزه انداخت به دست و دل من؛
سیب دندان زده از دست من افتاد به خاک؛ دل من گفت: برو!
چون نمیخواست به خاطر سپرد؛ گریۀ تلخ تو را؛ و من رفتم، و هنوز؛
سالهاست که در ذهن من آرام آرام؛ حیرت و بغض تو تکرار کنان؛
میدهد آزارم؛ و من اندیشه کنان غرق این پندارم؛
که چه میگشت اگر، باغچۀ خانه ما سیب نداشت !!! فروغ فرخزاد
حيلت رها كن عاشقا، ديوانه شو ديوانه شو
واندر دل آتش درا، پروانه شو، پروانه شو
هم خويش را بيگانه كن هم خانه را ويرانه كن
وانگه بيا با عاشقان همخانه شو همخانه شو
رو سينه را چون سينه ها هفت آب شو از كينه ها
وانگه شراب عشق را پيمانه شو، پيمانه شو
بايد كه جمله جان شوي، تا لايق جانان شوي
گر سوي مستان مي روي، مستانه شو مستانه شو
خوبرويان جهان رحم ندارد دلشان بايد از جان گذرد هر كه شود طالبشان
روز اول كه سرشتند گل پيكرشان سنگي اندر گلشان بود همان شد دلشان
عاشق شو ارنه روزي كار جهان سرآيد ناخوانده نقش مقصود از كارگاه هستي
روزگاري شد و كس مرد ره عشق نديد حاليا چشم جهاني نگران من و توست
دل ودينم، دل و دينم ببردست بر و دوشش، بر و دوشش، بر و دوش
دواي تو، دواي توست حافظ لب نوشش، لب نوشش، لب نوش
راهيست راه عشق كه هيچش كناره نيست آنجا جز آنكه جان بسپارند چاره نيست
هرگه كه دل به عشق دهي خوش دمي بود در كار خير حاجت هيچ استخاره نيست