<?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-8938756244798498255</id><updated>2011-07-08T20:44:53.517+04:30</updated><category term='My'/><title type='text'>tranquil streets of my mind</title><subtitle type='html'>Diaries of a Language Teacher</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-8048796471762207813</id><published>2009-12-22T22:33:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:37:28.208+03:30</updated><title type='text'>May I make a wish????</title><content type='html'>After a very very long time, I'm back again, I desperately needed to write, to express myself, and to get rid of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;burning&lt;/span&gt; pain in form of words pouring out!!!!&lt;div&gt;It's a pity I put pen to paper when I'm close to tears, maybe that's what makes it different, or whatever......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's almost Christmas and I was wondering if non-Christians can make Christmas wishes!!!!! If so I'd make a lot of wishes!!!! I can't wait 'till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Norooz&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/8938756244798498255-8048796471762207813?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8048796471762207813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=8048796471762207813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/8048796471762207813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/8048796471762207813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2009/12/may-i-make-wish.html' title='May I make a wish????'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-7048672096682352304</id><published>2009-01-11T23:38:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:43:15.752+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Happiness vs. Unhappiness</title><content type='html'>"Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible."&lt;br /&gt;Marcel Proust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-7048672096682352304?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-238743397556044109</id><published>2009-01-10T21:11:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:14:05.582+03:30</updated><title type='text'>مهاجرت</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;نمی دونم این نوشته از کیه ولی جالبه&lt;br /&gt;انهایی که (از ایران) رفته اند هر روز ای میلشان را در حسرت نامه از ان هایی که مانده اند باز میکنند و از اینکه هیچ نامه ای ندارند کلافه می شوند.. انهایی که (در ایران ) مانده اند هر روز…نه…یکروز در میان ای میلشان را چک می کنند و از اینکه نامه ای از انهایی که رفته اند ندارند کفرشان در میاید. انهایی که رفته اند منتظرند انهایی که مانده اند برایشان نامه بنویسند .فکر می کنند که حالا که ازجریان زندگی انهایی که مانده اند خارج شده اند انها باید تصمیم بگیرند که هنوز می خواهند به دوستیشان از دور ادامه بدهند یا نه. انهایی که مانده اند منتظرند که انهایی که رفته اند برایشان نامه بنویسند .فکر می کنند شاید انهاییکه رفته اند مدل زندگیشان را عوض کرده باشند و دیگر دوست نداشته باشند با انهایی که مانده اند معاشرت کنند. انهایی که رفته اند همانطور که دارند یک غذای سر دستی درست می کنند تا تنهایی بخورند فکر می کنندانهایی که مانده اند الان دارند دور هم قورمه سبزی با برنج زعفرانی می خورند و جمعشان جمع است و می گویند و می خندند. انهایی که مانده اند همان طور که دارند یک غذای سر دستی درست می کنند فکر می کنند انهایی که رفته اند الان دارند با دوستان جدیدشان گل می گویند و گل می شنوند و از ان غذاهایی می خورند که توی کتاب های آشپ‍زی عکسش هست. انهایی که رفته اند فکر می کنند انهایی که مانده اند همه اش با هم بیرونند. کافی شاپ می روند خرید می روند…با هم کیف دنیا را می کنند و انها را که ان گوشه دنیا تک افتاده اند فراموش کرده اند. انهایی که مانده اند فکر می کنندانهایی که رفته اند همه اش بارو دیسکو می روند و خیلی بهشان خوشمی گذرد و انها را که توی ان جهنم گیر افتاده اند فراموش کرده اند. انهایی که رفته اند می فهمند که هیچ کدام از ان مشروب ها باب طبعشان نیست و دلشان می خواهدیک چای دم کرده حسابی بخورند.&lt;br /&gt;انهایی که مانده اند دلشان می خواهد بروند یکبار هم که شده بروندیک مغازه ای که از سر تا تهش مشروب باشد که بتوانند هر چیزی را می خواهند انتخاب کنند.&lt;br /&gt;انهایی که رفته اند همانطور که توی صف اداره پ‍لیس برای کارت اقامتشان ایستاده اند و می بینند که پ‍لیس با باتوم خارجی هارا هل می دهد فکر می کنند که ان جهنمی که تویش بودند حد اقل کشور خودشان بود.حد اقل احساس نمی کردند طفیلی هستند. انهایی که مانده اند همانطور که گشت ارشاد با باتوم دختر ها را سوار ماشین می کنند فکر می کنندکه انهایی که رفته اند الان مثل ادم های محترم می روند به یک اداره مرتب و کارت اقامتشان را تحویل می گیرند. انهایی که رفته اند همانطور می نشینند پ‍شت پ‍نجره و زل می زنند به حیاط و فکر می کنند به اینکه وقتی برگردند کجا کار گیرشان میاید و ایا اصلا کار گیرشان میاید؟&lt;br /&gt;انهایی که مانده اند فکر می کنند که انهایی که رفته اند حال کرده اند و حالا میایند جای انها را سرکار اشغال می کنند و انها ازکاربیکار می شوند. انهایی که مانده اند فکر می کنند انهایی که رفته اند حق ندارند هیچ اظهار نظری در هیچ موردی بکنند چون دارند انور حال می کنند و فورا یک قلم برمی دارند و اسم انوری ها راخط می زنند. انهایی که رفته اند هی با شوق بیانیه ها را امضا می کنند و می خواهند خودشان را به جریان سیاسی کشوری که تویش نیستند بچسبانند. ان هایی که مانده اند در حسرت بی بی سی بی سانسور کلافه می شوند. انهایی که رفته اند هیچ سایت خبری را نمی خوانند.ربطی بهشان ندارد خبر کشور هایی که تویش هستند… انهایی که مانده اند می خواهند بروند . انهایی که رفته اندمیخواهند بر گردند. انهایی که مانده اند از ان طرف مدینه فاضله می سازند. انهایی که رفته اند به کشورشان با حسرت فکر می کنند. اما هم انهایی که رفته اند و هم انهایی که مانده اند در یک چیز مشترکند…&lt;br /&gt;انهایی که رفته اند احساس تنهایی می کنند .انهایی که مانده اند هم احساس تنهایی می کنند.&lt;br /&gt;کاش جهان اینقدر با ماها نا مهربان نبود.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; یک تصویر را می شه از جنبه های مختلف دید از جنبه های مختلف تفسیر کرد.در واقع فقط یک تفسیر درست نیست که از یک مساله وجود داره.مساله مهاجرت مثل همین تصویره.ماها معمولا خیلی سریع و خیلی راحت قضاوت می کنیم درباره ادم هایی که رفته اند و ان هایی که مانده اند. این ادم ها جهان رو متفاوت می بینند…&lt;br /&gt;کمی قبل از قضاوت سریع ، فکر کنیم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-238743397556044109?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/238743397556044109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=238743397556044109' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/238743397556044109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/238743397556044109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_10.html' title='مهاجرت'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-4737440045626208949</id><published>2009-01-08T18:08:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:14:58.857+03:30</updated><title type='text'>دعا</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;بعضی کلمات در بعضی سن ها خیلی خیلی پربارند &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;بعضی کلمات هم اصولا پربارند که از پرباری سنگین می شوند و آدم زیر بار این کلمه ها خفه می شود&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;یکی از این الفاظ شریف لفظ زیبای کنکور می باشد نقطه&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;خدا امسال هم مثل سال های گذشته به داد همه ی کنکوری ها از نوع مسلمون و نا مسلمونش برسه&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;آآآآآآآآآآآمین&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-4737440045626208949?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4737440045626208949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=4737440045626208949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/4737440045626208949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="right"&gt;مهمان وقت شناس و نه خیلی عزیزم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-5418668149530760183?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5418668149530760183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=5418668149530760183' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/5418668149530760183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/5418668149530760183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='سرگیجه'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-8445736767671164436</id><published>2008-12-21T20:18:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:23:35.351+03:30</updated><title type='text'>a cold evening</title><content type='html'>In a cold cold cold cold winter evening what can ever be more bothering than thinking of, rethinking and thinking back some cold cold cold memories of some blistering hot hot hot days.&lt;br /&gt;I’d better say burning,&lt;br /&gt;Decisions that have burned (me, of course)&lt;br /&gt;Words&lt;br /&gt;Glances&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I’m so happy to be back, communicating again with old and new guys, bless you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-8445736767671164436?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8445736767671164436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=8445736767671164436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/8445736767671164436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/8445736767671164436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/12/cold-evening.html' title='a cold evening'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-6433566085713174592</id><published>2008-10-21T12:48:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:01:44.229+03:30</updated><title type='text'>My new photo</title><content type='html'>Here you're gonna find one of my latest photos.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like it, let me know how you feel about it !!!!&lt;br /&gt;Love you all guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-6433566085713174592?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-288262872529611047</id><published>2008-10-20T22:31:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:32:37.561+03:30</updated><title type='text'>A thank you note</title><content type='html'>Here is a thank you note for all dear friends who visit my weblog.&lt;br /&gt;It's truly nice of you!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I would like to receive your comments as well, if you don't mind of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-288262872529611047?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/288262872529611047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-8209905293080221452</id><published>2008-10-20T22:18:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:29:41.059+03:30</updated><title type='text'>آرزو</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;اخیرا عمیقا سریعا دلم برای نوشتن تنگ می شود&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;مثل روزهای بیش از اندازه رمانتیک رویایی و دور از واقعیت نو جوانی&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;روزهای جالبی که هیچ رویدادی برچسب غیرممکن نمی خورد&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;دلم برای آن روزهای برزخی کودکی-جوانی تنگ نشده&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;دلم برای آرزوها و جاه طلبی های دیرینم تنگ شده&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-8209905293080221452?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8209905293080221452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=8209905293080221452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/8209905293080221452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/8209905293080221452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='آرزو'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-8719389743183930659</id><published>2008-10-16T21:23:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:57:44.926+03:30</updated><title type='text'>How can they ???????</title><content type='html'>It’s hard to fess up but I’m desperately scared.&lt;br /&gt;It’s new; I had never felt so scared and frightened before.&lt;br /&gt;I find stepping out of my room hard&lt;br /&gt;Not because I don’t know what might happen, that’s mostly because I know what is about to take place.&lt;br /&gt;I have already gone through torturing pains&lt;br /&gt;And now so afraid to see things repeat....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I can communicate with objects, what ever I see truly touches me,; I’m writing about the most lifeless stuff around us; and when ever it arrives, I’m scared.....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;How can they sometimes be so cruel and feel too proud???????&lt;br /&gt;This is an unanswered question.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-8719389743183930659?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8719389743183930659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=8719389743183930659' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/8719389743183930659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/8719389743183930659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-can-they.html' title='How can they ???????'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-6035029900499931356</id><published>2008-08-21T23:20:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:32:47.268+04:30</updated><title type='text'>.... regret ........</title><content type='html'>Regret is an intelligent (and/or &lt;a title="Emotion" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emotion"&gt;emotional&lt;/a&gt;) dislike for personal past acts and behaviors. Regret is often felt when someone feels &lt;a title="Sadness" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sadness"&gt;sadness&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Shame" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shame"&gt;shame&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Embarrassment" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Embarrassment"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a title="Guilt" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guilt"&gt;guilt&lt;/a&gt; after committing an action or actions that the person later wishes that he or she had not done. Regret is distinct from &lt;a title="Guilt" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guilt"&gt;guilt&lt;/a&gt;, which is a deeply emotional form of regret — one which may be difficult to comprehend in an objective or conceptual way. In this regard, the concept of regret is subordinate to guilt in terms of its "emotional power." By comparison, &lt;a title="Shame" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shame"&gt;shame&lt;/a&gt; typically refers to the social (rather than personal) aspect of guilt or (in minor context) regret as imposed by the society or culture (enforcement of &lt;a title="Ethics" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ethics"&gt;ethics&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Morality" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morality"&gt;morality&lt;/a&gt;), which has substantial bearing in matters of (personal and social) &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Honor" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Honor"&gt;honor&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Regret can describe not only the dislike for an action that has been committed, but also, importantly, regret of inaction. Many people find themselves wishing that they had done something in a past situation.&lt;br /&gt;.....................................&lt;br /&gt;no comments!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-6035029900499931356?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/6035029900499931356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=6035029900499931356' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/6035029900499931356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/6035029900499931356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/08/regret.html' title='.... regret ........'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-1164947535256516725</id><published>2008-07-29T00:24:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2008-07-29T00:25:31.718+04:30</updated><title type='text'>writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well well well, what’s ever more enjoyable than writing and writing and writing?&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me as if I only advertise for writing on this web log and in practice don’t write any thing, I write about writing and don’t write any thing about some thing!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;In addition to all the nonsense above, I’ve been enjoying the blistering summer at home&lt;br /&gt;Home, sweet home, I love home even if it burns....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-1164947535256516725?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1164947535256516725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=1164947535256516725' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/1164947535256516725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/1164947535256516725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/07/writing.html' title='writing'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-4138447912228383012</id><published>2008-07-11T23:59:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:07:20.977+04:30</updated><title type='text'>خاطرات</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;خوب خوب باز برگشتم می دونم طاقت دوری از این وبلاگم ندارم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;اخیرا همه چیزو بررسی می کنم یا بهتره بگم ارزیابی مثل یک امتحان و همین روزها بود که نوبت دفترهای خاطراتم رسید&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;خیلی احساس شیرینی بود به محض این که دفترو باز کردم تمام وجودم سراسر احساس کودکی و شادی شد&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;اطمینان دارم چیزی به جز کلمه لابلای صفحه ها نبود اما عمیقا منو به روزهای قدیم بردن&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;...واقعا نمی دونم چیه راز این نوشتن و کلمه و &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-4138447912228383012?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4138447912228383012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=4138447912228383012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/4138447912228383012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/4138447912228383012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='خاطرات'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-2281025913659225006</id><published>2008-07-08T12:11:00.001+04:30</published><updated>2008-07-08T12:16:41.922+04:30</updated><title type='text'>summer</title><content type='html'>finally summer&lt;br /&gt;sweet, sweet summer&lt;br /&gt;I love the way sun shines in summer&lt;div 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title='summer'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-2235714446774593491</id><published>2008-05-09T20:27:00.001+04:30</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:29:44.733+04:30</updated><title type='text'>غیبت طولانی</title><content type='html'>برای موجه جلوه دادن غیبتم هیچ دلیلی ندارم&lt;br /&gt;اما خوب می دانم چرا برگشتم&lt;br /&gt;دلم برای وبلاگ نوشتن تنگ شده بود&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-2235714446774593491?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/2235714446774593491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=2235714446774593491' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/2235714446774593491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/2235714446774593491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_09.html' title='غیبت طولانی'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-4011592764852855250</id><published>2008-05-09T20:18:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:27:35.094+04:30</updated><title type='text'>سوال</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;بالاخره برگشتم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;تصور می کردم در سال نو بنویسم و بنویسم بنویسم اما ننوشتم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;چرا؟ نمی دانم &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;دوست دارم وقتی از خودم می پرسم چرا؟ چرا این کار را نکردی؟ و هزار و یک سوال دیگری که با چرا شروع می شود سوالم را بیشتر از این حرف ها جدی بگیرم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;مثل یک سوال امتحان اما میدنم که جدی نمی گیرم و می دانم اگر جدی می گرفتم خیلی چیزها متفاوت بود خیلی خیلی&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-4011592764852855250?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4011592764852855250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=4011592764852855250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/4011592764852855250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/4011592764852855250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='سوال'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-3309648264288683917</id><published>2008-03-17T23:48:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T00:31:09.348+03:30</updated><title type='text'>New year......</title><content type='html'>Happy new year&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk about the new one&lt;br /&gt;but the finishing year&lt;br /&gt;on these very last hours of the dying day I can't&lt;br /&gt;help reviewing the whole year over and over&lt;br /&gt;all the rises and falls all the laughters and tears&lt;br /&gt;what a year......&lt;br /&gt;I honestly have a hard time even thinking about&lt;br /&gt;some parts, some..........&lt;br /&gt;but the year is over and so is every thing associated&lt;br /&gt;may God bless us all!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-3309648264288683917?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3309648264288683917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=3309648264288683917' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/3309648264288683917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/3309648264288683917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-year.html' title='New year......'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-2451610094322344576</id><published>2008-03-11T23:36:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:46:51.391+03:30</updated><title type='text'>no title</title><content type='html'>there're times when i can't help marvelling at my own nerve&lt;br /&gt;my patience my helpless efforts and my never come true or may be come true dreams&lt;br /&gt;I'm still desparately trying to save my dearest life time ambitions, whereas I prefer to call them my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;like a mother who deeply knows she'll sooner or later miss her child, but never loses faith, keeps dreaming and dreaming and dreaming untill the undertaker arrives!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh my dreams........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-2451610094322344576?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/2451610094322344576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=2451610094322344576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/2451610094322344576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/2451610094322344576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-title.html' title='no title'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-5687683327032328244</id><published>2008-03-01T08:25:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2008-03-01T08:42:15.507+03:30</updated><title type='text'>to decide or not to decide....</title><content type='html'>Some times my life is so filled with what I might imagine or not that I don’t have enough space for “ME “.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been busy reconsidering my decisions, my relations, my beliefs and even my LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help wondering if I was ever given the chance of choosing to live, would I choose!!!??? May be we had been chosen.........&lt;br /&gt;These questions keep reminding me of Sartre saying we are forced to choose...&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had choices in my life, I have regretted so many, I have dreamed of changing, NO WAY, once one chooses no way to change...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-5687683327032328244?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5687683327032328244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=5687683327032328244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/5687683327032328244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-9184871864472109265?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/9184871864472109265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=9184871864472109265' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/9184871864472109265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/9184871864472109265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-at-home.html' title='A day at home'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-4808831803397813985</id><published>2008-02-09T14:30:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-02-09T14:39:56.192+03:30</updated><title type='text'>آزمون</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;به قول دوست بسیار عزیزم آمنه این روزها بسیار خودم را مرور می کنم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;گاهی شاد می شوم از هر تصمیمی که گرفتم و نگرفتم و گاه تنها عکس العملم سکوت است&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;سکوت محض همراه درنگی دردناک &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;چرایش همان چرای شادیم است&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;از این مرور و آزمون لذت می برم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;سعی می کنم دقیق تر بیازمایم و بیشتر &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;در خلال آزمون هایم &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;کتابی می خواندم تا حدی بی ربط اما با کمی صبر و دقت ربطش را یافتم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;و جالب تر از ربطش فهمیدم که این افسوس ها و آه ها و شکوه ها درد مشترکی است بس شایع&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;حتما بیشتر راجع به آزمونم خواهم نوشت&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-4808831803397813985?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4808831803397813985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=4808831803397813985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/4808831803397813985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/4808831803397813985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_09.html' title='آزمون'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-744954282768560601</id><published>2008-02-04T09:31:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-02-04T10:05:15.634+03:30</updated><title type='text'>برف</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;روز آفتابی و شهر برف پوش&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;آن هم چه برفی &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;برف چند روز مانده ی آغشته به خاک&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;به هر ترکیبی شبیه است جز برف سپید&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;نمی دانم این برف متفاوت بر زمین مانده و با دل آفتاب سوخته اش چه آرزویی دارد&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;که نیست شود&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;یا شاید به امید آفتاب داغ تری است تا از این زمین کثیف نا مهربان جدا شود&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;......برف هم آرام و قرار ندارد چه رسد به&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-744954282768560601?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/744954282768560601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=744954282768560601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/744954282768560601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/744954282768560601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_04.html' title='برف'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-4612923815395378704</id><published>2008-02-03T00:14:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2008-02-03T00:14:52.090+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Body</title><content type='html'>Take care of your body. It's the only place you have to live. --Jim Rohn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-4612923815395378704?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4612923815395378704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=4612923815395378704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/4612923815395378704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/4612923815395378704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/02/body.html' title='Body'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-5355522330857136846</id><published>2008-02-03T00:00:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-02-03T00:12:53.547+03:30</updated><title type='text'>سکوت</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;باز هم همان احساس گند قدیمی&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;همان اراجیف همیشگی &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;نگاه های بی معنی پر منظور&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;واژه های بران &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;همه و همه حالم را به هم می زنند&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;سرم سنگین می شود&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;قلبم سریع تر می زند&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;......دوست داشتم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.......دوست دارم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;غیر ممکن است می دانم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;آه ای سکوت رویاهای من&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;تشنه ی سکوتم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-5355522330857136846?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5355522330857136846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=5355522330857136846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/5355522330857136846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/5355522330857136846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_03.html' title='سکوت'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-2949208019324870998</id><published>2008-02-02T00:12:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-02-02T00:20:36.906+03:30</updated><title type='text'>بر ف و آتش</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;سرمای زمستان و گرمای آتش&lt;br /&gt;هیچ یک مرحمی بر درد بی درمانم نیستند چرا که تاب یکی را ندارم و به دیگری پناه می برم و همان دیگری آتش بر وجودم می افکند&lt;br /&gt;بسی بهارم آرزوست&lt;br /&gt;بهاری نه گرم و نه سرد&lt;br /&gt;نه یخبندان و نه سوزان&lt;br /&gt;دلنشین و مفرح&lt;br /&gt;آرام و آرام بخش&lt;br /&gt;غرق در سکوت&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;بسی سکوتم آرزوست&lt;br /&gt;همهمه ی بیرون و نجوای درون و من عاصی&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-2949208019324870998?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/2949208019324870998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=2949208019324870998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/2949208019324870998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/2949208019324870998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_02.html' title='بر ف و آتش'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-478649544298800272</id><published>2008-02-01T18:52:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-02-01T18:53:24.367+03:30</updated><title type='text'>فارسی</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;و بالاخره به فارسی&lt;br /&gt;اصولا همیشه از فارسی اجتناب می کنم چرا که واژگان بیش از حد توانم بر وجودم سنگینی می کنند&lt;br /&gt;بیش از ظرفیت ذهنم برایم مفهوم دارند هر واژه را عمیقا لمس می کنم&lt;br /&gt;بسیار شیفته ی این شکر زبان پارسی هستم&lt;br /&gt;تک تک اجزایش را عاشقانه تحسین می کنم&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-478649544298800272?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/478649544298800272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=478649544298800272' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/478649544298800272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/478649544298800272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='فارسی'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-3336484251698189873</id><published>2008-02-01T17:45:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-02-01T18:47:18.959+03:30</updated><title type='text'>finally....</title><content type='html'>So different&lt;br /&gt;So simple&lt;br /&gt;So easy&lt;br /&gt;I’m being born again&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I’m seeing the world for the first time ever&lt;br /&gt;Discovering the world around me.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-3336484251698189873?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3336484251698189873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=3336484251698189873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/3336484251698189873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/3336484251698189873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/02/finally.html' title='finally....'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-3094481329042486111</id><published>2008-02-01T17:34:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-02-01T17:38:47.611+03:30</updated><title type='text'>... no comment, I guess!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>The word love has many different meanings in &lt;a title="English language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/English_language"&gt;English&lt;/a&gt;, from something that gives a little pleasure ("I loved that meal") to something one would die for (&lt;a title="Patriotism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patriotism"&gt;patriotism&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Family" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Family"&gt;family&lt;/a&gt;). It can describe an intense feeling of &lt;a title="Affection" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Affection"&gt;affection&lt;/a&gt;, an &lt;a title="Emotion" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emotion"&gt;emotion&lt;/a&gt; or an emotional state. In ordinary use, it usually refers to interpersonal love. Probably due to its psychological relevance, love is one of the most common themes in art and music.&lt;br /&gt;Just as there are many types of lovers, there are many kinds of love. Though love is inherent in all human cultures, cultural differences make any universal definition difficult to establish.&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love#_note-0"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt; One definition attempting to be universally applicable is &lt;a title="Thomas Jay Oord" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Jay_Oord"&gt;Thomas Jay Oord&lt;/a&gt;'s: to love is to act intentionally, in sympathetic response to others (including God), to promote overall well-being. This definition applies to the positive connotations of love.&lt;br /&gt;Expressions of love may include the love for a "soul" or mind, the love of laws and organizations, love for a body, love for nature, love of food, love of money, love for learning, love of power, love of fame, love for the respect of others, etcetera. Different people place varying degrees of importance on the kinds of love they receive. According to many philosophers, the only goal of life is to be happy. And there is only one happiness in life: to love and be loved. Love is essentially an abstract concept, much easier to experience than to explain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-3094481329042486111?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3094481329042486111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=3094481329042486111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/3094481329042486111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/3094481329042486111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-comment-i-guess.html' title='... no comment, I guess!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-3488074251263508741</id><published>2008-01-27T14:14:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-01-27T14:24:19.821+03:30</updated><title type='text'>so sweet....</title><content type='html'>Never ever a post has been written the way and where I’m writing!&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess where I am?&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure you can’t....Well; I can hear the music… I’m sitting on a comfortable chair, well I’m not in a pub, not in a club either, I’m wearing sun glasses , no,no,no..... not at the beach.....&lt;br /&gt;Come on, it’s easy; it’s associated with neatness, cleanness, hygiene…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You let me down!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in my car, waiting in the carwash line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, so inspiring, to be honest I was INSPIRED , ‘cause I have nothing to do so I must wait patiently and silently , there’s no distracter no entertainment ,I can perfectly focus on the simplest facts of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can enjoy watching people fall on the slippery street- Just kidding- I can enjoy the much repeated routine of life; the much repeated events that I foolishly take for granted; the lovely sun shining in the sky, the presence and existence of my friends sending me stupid messages every now and then my supportive defensive family even not close, but thankfully around, near or far….&lt;br /&gt;I watch, I try to feel, I try to feel every and each small unimportant thing in my life for the first time ever….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-3488074251263508741?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3488074251263508741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=3488074251263508741' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/3488074251263508741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/3488074251263508741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-sweet.html' title='so sweet....'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-8282338435123829878</id><published>2008-01-20T13:43:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-01-20T13:47:09.202+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Why happiness?</title><content type='html'>"Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible."&lt;br /&gt;Marcel Proust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-8282338435123829878?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8282338435123829878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=8282338435123829878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/8282338435123829878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/8282338435123829878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-happiness.html' title='Why happiness?'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-8178897975614487266</id><published>2008-01-19T23:33:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-01-19T23:39:24.980+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Feelings vs. Reason</title><content type='html'>“Mankind are governed more by their feelings than by reason.”&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                 Samuel Adams   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the mankind governed at all? I personally don’t consider me-myself- governed, absolutely not, but if it could ever happen, I’d associate it with feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-8178897975614487266?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8178897975614487266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=8178897975614487266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/8178897975614487266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/8178897975614487266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/01/feelings-vs-reason.html' title='Feelings vs. Reason'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-6605853788482135122</id><published>2008-01-18T11:59:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-01-18T12:16:39.494+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Sophiya</title><content type='html'>Sophie,&lt;br /&gt;You know I’m buddy-buddy with you!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Miss you so much cutieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-6605853788482135122?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/6605853788482135122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=6605853788482135122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/6605853788482135122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/6605853788482135122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/01/dedicated-to-sophiya.html' title='Dedicated to Sophiya'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-6017405911147403486</id><published>2008-01-18T01:33:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-01-18T01:48:19.692+03:30</updated><title type='text'>F.R.I.E.N.D.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A bitterly cold evening out with a wonderful friend.&lt;br /&gt;We had French fries, I talked her ear off, and (she did too)&lt;br /&gt;What’s happiness? I can feel it when I hang out with my friends, when I never even take a look at my watch as time passes by, when I don’t worry about what I’ve said -I’d rather say- fessed up .&lt;br /&gt;I have to thank my friends just for the way I feel when they are around, love u all buddies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-6017405911147403486?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/6017405911147403486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=6017405911147403486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/6017405911147403486'/><link rel='self' 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cry, I couldn’t believe, I can’t help thinking about my dear departed friend, now that I’m publishing this post, ………..I can’t put it into words, it’s too painful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the contrast of life, I hate the mixture of misery and happiness, and I hate it when I can’t keep smiling for more than 24hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanaz I already miss you&lt;br /&gt;God bless you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-8824567059792872262?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8824567059792872262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=8824567059792872262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/8824567059792872262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/8824567059792872262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/01/bye.html' title='Bye....'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-2485219717537154935</id><published>2008-01-16T23:42:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:45:38.004+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My'/><title type='text'>Her birthday</title><content type='html'>It's my dear Ameneh's birthday today, a buddy and I were planning to surprise her, but unfortunately....&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could realize my plans more frequently than when I see them fail..........................&lt;br /&gt;My dear Ameneh, I wish you a wonderfun life, success happiness 'n what ever you yourself dream of,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-2485219717537154935?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/2485219717537154935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=2485219717537154935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/2485219717537154935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/2485219717537154935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/01/her-birthday.html' title='Her birthday'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-1056555094072348913</id><published>2008-01-15T12:35:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-01-15T13:06:07.738+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Cancer</title><content type='html'>1. The fourth sign of the zodiac, represented by a crab, which some people believe affects the character and life of people born between June 22 and July 23 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. An evil influence that affects a lot of people and is difficult to stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A very serious disease in which cells in one part of the body start to grow in a way that is not normal&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    (Longman Dictionary of Contemporary English)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A murder weapon, recently introduced to me; it greets by a minor pain, maintains the conversation by a killing pain and a funeral is finally held!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is going on is not just somebody falling ill, it is genocide.&lt;br /&gt;The so far victims have been some of the nicest people I know among my family friends and students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The only funeral that takes place before the very eyes of the dear departed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    (My definition)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-1056555094072348913?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1056555094072348913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=1056555094072348913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/1056555094072348913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/1056555094072348913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/01/cancer.html' title='Cancer'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-2498890922224422551</id><published>2008-01-15T12:21:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2008-01-15T12:21:43.037+03:30</updated><title type='text'>My best friend</title><content type='html'>There are several people in my life, those who love me, those who miss me, those who share a lot of memories with me…&lt;br /&gt;One of those who shares tens and thousands of sweet funny lovely memories with me is my best friend, we don’t live in the same place any more, in fact we are extremely farrrr&lt;br /&gt;But when it’s New Year vacation I helplessly count every second to have her back with me…&lt;br /&gt;Again the New Year vacation was finished before I even feel it start!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I passed two weeks filled by joy, cheerfulness, happiness, fun, love, honesty, harmony, care, friendship, laughter and PEACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I ‘m wondering why we live far from those in harmony with us and next to those who torture others as their favorite hobby, I DO want to avoid this last part ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Sonia I miss you too much although it’s less than 24 hours you’ve left, ….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-2498890922224422551?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/2498890922224422551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=2498890922224422551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/2498890922224422551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/2498890922224422551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-best-friend.html' title='My best friend'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-3586720503667797916</id><published>2008-01-11T16:34:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-01-15T12:31:24.192+03:30</updated><title type='text'>A new day, an old impression</title><content type='html'>Thankfully I still do deeply feel and remember every and each childhood memory of mine&lt;br /&gt;Today I had to accompany my dear niece to school,……&lt;br /&gt;I remembered those days, I’m not suggesting that I miss them, not at all, absolutely not, I could only understand, realize every movement, every word, every look…..&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I try to make up for what ever …..&lt;br /&gt;Mostly I try to forget ….&lt;br /&gt;But there ‘s one thing that I do want to have a day, I hope to write without any blank spaces, any codes, that would be the most amazing day of my diary writing, while trying to publish them here is still a huge leap….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-3586720503667797916?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3586720503667797916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=3586720503667797916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/3586720503667797916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/3586720503667797916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/01/thankfully-i-still-do-deeply-feel-and.html' title='A new day, an old impression'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-5515761152513087994</id><published>2008-01-11T00:46:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-01-11T00:56:59.157+03:30</updated><title type='text'>candy</title><content type='html'>A:I've got some tasty candies, do u wanna eat 1?&lt;br /&gt;B:No, I'm on a diet, I basically don't accept candies if a stranger offers some....&lt;br /&gt;A:take it easy, my candies are different, they r not fattening, they r wonderful&lt;br /&gt;B:Why should I even talk to you about candies?&lt;br /&gt;A:What do you mean?Don't you trust me? look at my candies? have you ever seen any candies like mine?&lt;br /&gt;B:leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;A:plzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;B:I already have some candies&lt;br /&gt;A:you should try mine!&lt;br /&gt;B:no&lt;br /&gt;A:yeah&lt;br /&gt;B:no&lt;br /&gt;A:yeahhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(B reconsiders the decision, trys to appreciate the damn candy&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;once B likes the candies .......................)&lt;br /&gt;A:Get the hell out of here&lt;br /&gt;    don't wanna see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;    I offered them once&lt;br /&gt;    thought you might like them&lt;br /&gt;    I just changed my mind&lt;br /&gt;    no more candies 4 u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B is .......&lt;br /&gt;              shockeddddddddddddddddddd&lt;br /&gt;    but more .................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may Lord bless us all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-5515761152513087994?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5515761152513087994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=5515761152513087994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/5515761152513087994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/5515761152513087994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/01/candy.html' title='candy'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-4762273529030523737</id><published>2008-01-11T00:34:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-01-15T12:34:43.974+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>...looking forward to seeing .... what can I name it?&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to anticipating something what's ever more bothering than counting endless minutes, when one is waiting?&lt;br /&gt;again I'm saying nonesense, I might have had enough of SENSE........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;there are some moments in life when I deeply feel I've finally found what I've constantly been seeking, I feel wonderful, I feel................................ silly,...........&lt;br /&gt;going back to the old story is often boring and as painful as ...., but as I write I feel as if each word expressed, each message sent carries some pain away(so selfish)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938756244798498255-4762273529030523737?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4762273529030523737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=4762273529030523737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/4762273529030523737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/4762273529030523737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Maryam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_WeibYWbs0/SP2dcRWga5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-F2ceiHz8HI/S220/38ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938756244798498255.post-8407971266472083992</id><published>2008-01-10T23:47:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-01-10T23:56:41.028+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Here I start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here I start sharing my ideas and feelings with you, I might not even know you but sharing nice events spreads the joy and sharing bitter ones.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;all those repeated words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Personally I've always been interested in checking different weblogs out, following their stories and trying to read between the lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This weblog concept seems to be the post modern 21st century personal dialogue!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What ever it is, it's calming, it really is, I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As a traditionally trained writer and French literature graduate, it's a bit hard to adopt to modern forms of writing ,yet amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As it's my very first post, I'd like to cheerfully celebrate it and thank you ,my very first visitor!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/8938756244798498255-8407971266472083992?l=tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilstreetsofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8407971266472083992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938756244798498255&amp;postID=8407971266472083992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938756244798498255/posts/default/8407971266472083992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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