I know , I know , it is a long time that I have not written in this blog , I am so busy nowadays. this is the last month of Iranian calendar and it is 27 days ramained to new year.
I am waiting for spring

Imam Hussain

Every year in anniversary of martyrdom of Imam Hussain , Iranian people have jeremiad ceremonies in the streets in memory of him. For Shia Muslims he is symbol of justice in front of injustice. More then 1400 years ago he has been killed in a fight with his enemies in the Karbala . although our calendar is Persian but the time for ceremony is the 10th of Muharram (Ashura) upon Arabian and Islamic calendar. Today I went out of the home and took some photos of this ceremony

A young guy is carrying a heavy symbol

Symbolic cradle of his 6 months old Ali Asghar who was killed in that day

Some people make an avow for distributing sweet syrup between people

a kid who hit himself by chains ( this is part of ceremony )

drum sound is a familiar sound in this day , that is why some kids like to have a drum.

Justice and honesty

lLast night I was chatting with a girl from Ghana, that was so interesting for me to talk with a girl who is black and she is from Africa, rarely I've visited African people and I know nothing about their culture. At the beginning of chat she told that she has lost her parents in an accident and she lives with her uncle and her uncle doesn’t pay for registration fee in school and has been sacked from school because of this matter. She asked me 70 USD for registration fee. I told her give me address of school or bank account number of school, but she denied and she told that they will punish her if she do so. I told her that I will talk with Iran embassy in Ghana about this matter, but it seemed that is not her suitable way.
Now my mind is busy about justice in the world , if she is honest and I don’t pay to her I will feel guilty and if she is not honest and I pay I will feel idiocy about myself.
What can I really do, how can I know her and be reassure about her honesty.

I called the mirror
I stood up in front of mirror
I saw you, a blue deep sky
No mirror was there and no one to touch
There was sky and the God