Charity Organizations

What a bad feeling you have when there are some charity organizations, and they have so many boxes in the cities for gathering relief and you see a needy weak old woman asks for help just beside the one of he mentioned boxes 

Nuclear plans

A needy woman is nearby garbage bucket, I know , this is a repetitive subject for the weblog, but what can I do, when I see in the rich country such as Iran , poor people have to ask for a penny.
Despite of so many people I don’t want to talk about nuclear energy in Iran, I don’t know how and why they develop it and insist on continue their plans , I just simply think whenever there is no enterprise social support system and Iran government should pay a lot for it , what does developing nuclear plants mean ?

It's a long time that I have not written in my weblog. Such as so many of weblog writers I am lazy in updating it. The main problem is that I have 2 other weblogs and it's a time consuming task to update 3 weblogs.
Anyway, here is a heavy snow and cold weather too. Meanwhile we have a cold climate, some other persons in the south has a nice springy weather, Iran is a vast country and one can find the desired condition in every season.

Pay heed to the grievances of the reed

iI am not a pessimistic person and I am not an optimistic person, I try to be a realistic one. I know that most of my visitors are from around the world and they are not from Iran, I don’t want to exaggerate about anything. Because I do believe that only pure reality will be acceptable in people minds.To be honest despite of my last posts I would like to talk about the rich culture of Iran. Iranian are proud of their culture and literature, they pay so much attention to literature and art and poetry. After more than 700 years some poets such as Rumi and Hafiz are still respectful persons. There is no doubt that a poet such as Rumi is a great man not only for Iranian, but also for the human being , either this time or all the times in the world era. He had a great unity with love and God, he well knew the essence of existence and he had felt the lost part of human soul deeply.When I read his poems, a calm insight force captures my soul and some warm tears walk on my cheeks and I whisper my sob and I tell

Pay heed to the grievances of the reed
Of what divisive separations breed
From the reedbed cut away just like a weed
My music people curse, warn and heed
Sliced to pieces my bosom and heart bleed
While I tell this tale of desire and need.Whoever who fell away from the source
Will seek and toil until returned to course
Of grievances I sang to every crowd
Befriended both the humble and the proud
Each formed conjecture in their own mind
As though to my secrets they were blind
My secrets are buried within my grief
Yet to the eye and ear, that’s no relief
Body and soul both unveiled in trust
Yet sight of soul for body is not a must.
The flowing air in this reed is fire
Extinct, if with passion won’t inspire
Fire of love is set upon the reed
Passion of love this wine will gladly feed
Reed is match for he who love denied
Our secrets unveiled, betrayed, defied.
Who has borne deadly opium like the reed?
Or lovingly to betterment guide and lead?
Of the bloody path, will tell many a tale
Of Lover’s love, even beyond the veil.
None but the fool can hold wisdom dear
Who will care for the tongue if not ear?
In this pain, of passing days we lost track
Each day carried the pain upon its back
If days pass, let them go without fear
You remain, near, clear, and so dear.
Only the fish will unquenchingly thirst,
Surely passing of time, the hungry curst.
State of the cooked is beyond the raw
The wise in silence gladly withdraw.Cut the chain my son, and release the pain
Silver rope and golden thread, must refrain
If you try to fit the ocean in a jug
How small will be your drinking mug?
Never filled, ambitious boy, greedy girl,
Only if satisfied, oyster makes pearl.
Whoever lovingly lost shirt on his back
Was cleansed from greed and wanton attack
Rejoice in our love, which would trade
Ailments, of every shade and every grade
With the elixir of self-knowing, chaste
With Hippocratic and Galenic taste.
Body of dust from love ascends to the skies
The dancing mountain thus begins to rise
It was the love of the Soul of Mount Sinai
Drunken mountain, thundering at Moses, nigh.If coupled with those lips that blow my reed
Like the reed in making music I succeed;
Whoever away from those lips himself found
Lost his music though made many a sound.
When the flower has withered, faded away
The canary in praise has nothing to say.All is the beloved, the lover is the veil
Alive is the beloved, the lover in death wail
Fearless love will courageously dare
Like a bird that’s in flight without a care
How can I be aware, see what’s around,
If there is no showing light or telling sound?
Seek the love that cannot be confined
Reflection in the mirror is object defined.
Do you know why the mirror never lies?
Because keeping a clean face is its prize.
Friends, listen to the tale of this reed
For it is the story of our life, indeed!

society and poverty

I don’t know why I have begun form the story of poor people in my Weblog, maybe I am so sensitive about this matter and poverty woof has been weaved with chord of life and I can't neglect this important matter. In every day walking in the streets in stopping in crosses, in staying at home you are facing with the coarse visage of poverty. Except hundred's charity NGO's and gracious ones who support poor ones. At least 3 organizations are responsible about them. Two of them have been established after the Islamic revolution just for needy people. At the time being they have a large amount of wealth and at least 40% of Iran economy is under their control. So when I see a disable needy man or woman in the street and he or she asks for a penny, I think this natural to make a question about the huge amount of oil dollars and huge amount of wealth that they have.

Drivers

Today when I was coming from office to home; I decided to write down about another social crisis in Iran. Sometimes I don’t use my personal car. In these days I am between the people who don’t have car and use public vehicles. Today was one of these days. in such days one shall use taxi services or bus, most of the times bus are not efficient enough for using and the number of taxis are limited too. But there is another choice , Freelance drivers! Yeah! so many people work with their own cars and they move the passengers in city. Some of them are unemployed persons who have no other way for earning money. There is no syndicalism for them. And no one support them. On the other hand no social insurance system supports them. It means if they hurt in an accident they have to pay for their treatment. And there is no retirement time for these poor people. Some others of these drivers are government employees who work with their cars after the ordinary work time, some others are retirements and you may even find between them army and police officers. There is a common reason for all of them for working with their own cars, the costs for life are really expensive and compensation in government and army and police is too low. They work with 30 yeared old cheap cars, every car driver should get on 5 passenger. They stop in crosses and cause bad problems in traffic. In the most often times the number of the cars is more than the number of the passengers. They fight with each other for a passenger. they are really fed up life.

Gas Station

Today I was surfing the city. I went to gas station, a poor man was cleaning cars windshield for some money (less than 10 cents)
He wanted to clean my car windshield, but I prevented him, it is a long time that I have decided not to help any gadabout. As a matter of fact there are so many honorable poor people who need money and food and I try to help them. I have heard that so many of gadabout askers have been organized by dirty groups. Although when they ask you something, it is too hard for not helping them, but there is no way, I see more than 10 askers during a day and I can not give money to all of them. I was in the queue for gas. A Samand (Iranian made automobile) was in other line , two rich guys were waiting for the gas, their car has another passenger too, a prostitute who tried to hide her face from me. she may take 40 USD from them for tonight. Two guys were so happy; their feeling seemed to the feeling of a king after capturing the country of his enemy. I had come back from my friend office, he has a real state agency."during the last 3 years the price for house has increased 100%, and some opportunist persons increased their wealth more than 10 times during 4 years. Just by buy and sale the lands or houses , and without any other effort. " , My friend had said
The Poor man asks me to clean the car windshield, the weather is so cold and I feel the icy trace of my bear on the cheeks.