I was listening to a Basiji’s account of what happened in Iran after election. So sad, I feel for him. You can find the video here . I really felt for him, it might sound strange, but I knew some people personally that really believed in what they were doing, not the torture, and abuse part but just repeating what THOSE BASTERS were telling them. They just wanted to be loyal, and for them all these contradictions were a God-sent test to test their loyalty. Most of them were true belivers, they were played by sentimental words like, Mohammad was left alone and only a few TRUE friends stayed with them, ” You never ask God why you just follow”, and the like.

Apart from that I really felt for him because he must be in hell right now, seeing all your belifs shattered is not easy, finding your friends betraying your loyalty is not easy, who would listen to your pains? Who would offer a Basiji a shoulder to cry? Who would say, even once, to him lets open up and you will be understood by people? It is not easy to be a basiji, it is not easy.

Could we, all Iranians, have our homelands back from, [I bet you are waiting for Mullas to come after FROM but no, i m not gonna use that, but rather i would say, ] China, England, France, Russia, America ? Could you just leave us alone? Could we all live together again in our homeland? All of us; Muslims, Bahai’s, Jews, Christans, Zorostrians, Basijis, Turks, Kurds, baluchies, …. like we used to ? I don’t want to see anyone of my people out of Iran because he had no other choice, even if he is a Basiji.

Sometimes, in this beautiful land, which in not my homeland, I miss my people ssssssooooooooo much. My beloved Iran, I love you , I want my kid grow up there, where she/he can tell his/her sweetheart “dooset daram”, no “I love you” , It doesnt even sound beautiful. Oh my beloved country, my beloved city, my beloved part of the world, why should i be living so far from you. Who is understanding me here when noone even believes how beautiful you are.

1) We, a group of Iranian bloggers, strongly condemn the violent and repressive confrontation of Iranian government against Iranian people’s legitimate and peaceful demonstrations and ask government officials to comply with Article 27 of the Islamic Republic of Iran’s Constitution which emphasizes “Public gatherings and marches may be freely held, provided arms are not carried and that they are not detrimental to the fundamental principles of Islam.”

2) We consider the violations in the presidential election, and their sad consequences a big blow to the democratic principles of the Islamic Republic regime, and observing the mounting evidence of fraud presented by the candidates and others, we believe that election fraud is obvious and we ask for a new election.

3) Actions such as deporting foreign reporters, arresting local journalists, censorship of the news and misrepresenting the facts, cutting off the SMS network and filtering of the internet cannot silence the voices of Iranian people as no darkness and suffocation can go on forever. We invite the Iranian government to honest and friendly interaction with its people and we hope to witness the narrowing of the huge gap between people and the government.


A part of the large community of Iranian bloggers

June 26, 2009

Another election is under way………… Ahmadinejad …………… No God Please No

The funny thing about us, Iranians, is that those who are for hardliners and do not absolutely believe in Democrocy would definitely vote, no matter who stands for the election, as far as he is against the democrocy, he s got their votes; those who are against the heardliners’s measures, and claim that they are the biggest advocate of democrocy in Iran do not alwasy vote. They want to reach a democrocy by not voting. What a paradoxical people we are. And this election is not any different. The hardliners’ will be up for it through and through. The others, are mainly ambivalent.

Why should I vote when I don’t support theocracy, ( and don’t tell me voting is supporting democracy, as long as it ends in “cracy” i m not voting, I love dimokrosy)

Why should I vote when nothing is gonna change? ( and by “Change” we mean something like an 8 Richter earthquake. Then we will be rebuilding everything, this time an identical twin of Switzerland ( I know it is not a town, it is just an example) )

Why should I vote when there is ………… , I can’t recall now but I am sure something is .

but God, I know that I am not much of a believer, but this time just help us out, no please help yourself, everyone is blaming you for his creation.

WE DO NOT WANT AHMADINEJAD AS OUR PRESIDENT………… we had enough

Where is my home? Is it here where I feel safe and secure, but uprooted and alone? or Is it Iran where I had tried my heart out to escape from, where everything used to sadden me to death, but all my loved ones reside in?

Where is my home? Is it here where everyone seems so caring and loving but you share absolutely no memories with? Or is it Iran where you ve got absolutely no time to spend with your friends to talk about those sweet memories or even if you find some time no one is up for a get-together?

Where is my home? I can’t help but wonder.

Before Norooz (The Persian New Year) you can find colourful pansies in small boxes being sold, I envy those pansies, they go everywhere with the soil they have planted in. I envy them, I wish I were a pansy, traveling with my own root and with my nurturing soil.

I wish I could bring Norooz with me here, my Mom, my dad, my sisters and my brother, my friends, the street I fell in love in for the first time, my florist from whom I got the first red rose, Yalda (another Persian celebration on the last day of Autumn), Kish Island, Bazarche Ketab (the bookshops), Ali (ali agha, our local grocery shopkeeper) from whom I bought my first magazine………………………………………. , all those trees,….

I wish I ……………….. .

Life is frought with AHHHHHHHHHHHHHs and I wishes and Ifs when you are an Iranian, even if you are in the most livable city.

I had a nightmare again, and like most of the time it was about death. A sudden death, the most appaling one, and when I woke up I couldn’t help but wonder why death is such a horrific issue to me. Why everytime I close my eyes at night I have arrey of my loved ones’ deaths marching in my head, that they are dead and I didn’t have the chance to say a proper goodbye to them. Why is DEATH such a bigh deal to me>?  Shouldn’t it be just sad not overwhelming? Shouldn’t it be comming every now an then and not every single night? Shouldn’t it be just a normal issue to me after all those things that I have been through as an Iranian in a country with war and airraids? Why is it so abhorrent to me?

I remember the first times I was acquainted with death might have been the times I had theology classes at my elementary school, we, 7 -year- old school girls, were advised to cover our hairs from Namahram, otherwise God would burn us in hell forever after we die. You can see that it wasn’t a very pleasant introduction to death.Then we were thaught about the fist night after death, Shabe Avale Ghabr, the most horrible scenario you could possibly imagine, and what is Shabe Avale Ghabr? It is the first night you are put in you grave and the pressure on you would be , as it is said, as you would throw up even the milk you had when you were just a kid.  No wonder I am having those dreams, picturing yourself in your grave trying to breath and throwing up everything isnt’ the best scene you could imagine.

Of course I dont belive in those rubbish anymore but it seems that every night when I go to bed and try to have some sleep, all those early lessons come back to me……………. and last night was not an exception.

I wish I had the biggest tomato in the world,

If only I had the biggest tomato in the world,

Life would be far better if I had that tomato

I would be happier If I was that lucky to have that giant tomato

I could be all smile and laughter if only I had that tomato

All the worries and problems of past and coming days would disappear ,

all the excruciating pains  would ease

all the negative thoughts would be challenged

and I am quite sure that I would be prettier and healthier with that magic tomato

Oh, how much  I wish I had the biggest tomato in the world

I m not feeling very well at the moment. Apparently,  it is impossible to block away the bad news ,you hear from Iran on daily basis.

I have yet to digest the Anti-Women Bill (anti- Human would be a more proper name for it) which paves the way for polygamy.

I have yet to digest lots of bad news.

But today, I read that Reza Hejazi who was involved in a fatal dispute when he was JUST 13, was executed this morning without even his attorney’s being informed.

and if you think it was the most disturbing one , you are wrong:

A couple of weeks ago, Ezatolah e Entezami, the veteran actor, asked people to help another imprisoned teenager , who was sentenced to an imminent execution. So two other Iranian Actors and Mr. Entezami announced a bank account to help raise funds to help him. GOOD NEWS  HUH? Wrong. The actors were subsequently called  to court by the Judicial Attorney with accusation of messing with JUSTICE,the standards of which allow the hanging of children.

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Walking under maple trees in Camberwell, I closed my eyes, there was something about them that made my heart thump. I couldn’t see what it was. So I kept my eyes closed, and took several deep breaths, here it came again. It must be something so dear to me as every time I see the maples and inhale their smell, these sweet feelings come all back to me.

Oh, Dear Trees! Help Me! What’s that about you and this familiar precious fragrance? I was pondering when my mobile phone rang:

“Salam Moji” ….. “Hello Moji”….

OH! That’s it. That’s the secret of maples. They remind me of my love.

I walked with him hours and hours under maples in Shemiran a leafy suburb in Tehran. I found trust in his eyes while air was laden with the smell of maples.

Yes, that’s it. I love maples, my love is summed up in their cool green engulfing scent.

Just keep breathing, you would find it too, for yourself.

As an Iranian living in Melbourne, far from all your loved ones , having no friends -just my online friends- writing could be the only way to talk about this beautiful city, its amazing trees and kind people. It could be a way to make new friends, so not being alone in The Most Livable City in the world which I am now.

There is a saying in Persian that “A man without a friend is really a lonely man”.

He SURE is.

Ok for now

mojdeh

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