A Year in Moda, Istanbul through my Viewfinder Just before we grow old, many, like Omar Khayyam, regret that "Alas, Spring should vanish with the Rose." Perhaps if we do not have a broken body and mind, as Marcel Proust said, "Desire makes everything blossom," and youth truly resides in our hearts. In this case, aging does not merely increase the years of life; it is the feeling of moving away from the center of events, being driven to the sidelines of the text, and observing

بدن مهم‌ترین ساحت اعمال قدرت است. طبقه‌ی حاکم در هر جای دنیا و در خانواده، مدرسه، دانشگاه، کارخانه و خیابان با به مالکیت درآوردن بدن‌ها...

But how could you live and have no story to tell? Dostoevsky – Bright nights If you ask me, everything is a story. Without a story, it doesn’t matter if it’s good or bad, none of us will exist. From the creation of the Human in myths to our little bitter or sweet memories, they have all been made with one story and have survived by telling and hearing that story over and over again. The immortality of Mona Lisa, Mozart Requiem, The Old Man and the Sea, or the Scream of Munch,

FEW HOURS REMAINING TO THE YAZD, MARCH 2009 We sit on the train, gazing at the window. Moving from Tehran who is still in the fire of suppressing the protests to the recent election. Villages are calm and no Police can be seen. bypassing the railroads from big Cities, poverty and discrimination were more visible. However, as we moved forward in the hearts of the villages, the protest voices, less be heard. It looks like we are the islands that are far from each other and no o

And i can’t be running back and forth forever between grief and high delight. J.D. SALINGER, FRANNY AND ZOOEY The scorpions of the clock are still rotating within the smoke in your room. I remember the distressed cooler sound and the man Ran in the dark. The streets are still shouting. The pine is no longer here, neither the old water, just the newspapers that wriggling in the gray shade of people and the waiting swings have fallen asleep under the dust for years. The Father