The search for truth is more precious than its possession.
- Albert Einstein (1879-1955)

All of us tend to put off living.We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon- instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.
- Dale Carnegie

"Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival." ~C.S. Lewis

Friendship

It is by chance we met,
by choice we became friends.
Friendship is a strange thing---
we find ourselves telling each other
the deepest details of our lives,
things we don't even share
with our families who raised us.
But what is a friend?
A confidant?
A lover?
A fellow email junkie?
A shoulder to cry on?
An ear to listen?
A heart to feel?...
A friend is all these things... and more.
No matter where we met,
I call you friend.
A word so small yet so large in feeling,
a word filled with emotion.

It is true great things
come in small packages.
Once the package of friendship
has been opened,
it can never be closed.
It is a constant book always
written waiting to be read and enjoyed.
We may have our disagreements,
we may argue,
we may concern one another,
friendship is a unique bond
that lasts through it all.

A part of me is put into my friends,
some it is my humor,
some it is my listening ear,
some it is real life experiences,
some it is my romanticism
but with all,
it is friendship.

Back to Jerusalem.....

My life

'One day like this' - Elbow

Drinking in the morning sun
Blinking in the morning sun
Shaking off the heavy one
Heavy like a loaded gun

What made me behave that way?
Using words I never say
I can only think it must be love
Oh, anyway, it's looking like a beautiful day

Someone tell me how I feel
It's silly wrong but vivid right
Oh, kiss me like the final meal
Yeah, kiss me like we die tonight

Cause holy cow, I love your eyes
And only now I see the light
Yeah, lying with me half-awake
Oh, anyway, it's looking like a beautiful day

When my face is chamois-creased
If you think I'll wink, I did
Laugh politely at repeats
Yeah, kiss me when my lips are thin

Cause holy cow, I love your eyes
And only now I see you like
Yeah, lying with me half-awake
Stumbling over what to say
Well, anyway, it's looking like a beautiful day

So throw those curtains wide!
One day like this a year'd see me right!

Write me a .....

Abjeez- Chera?

چزا؟
چزا هب وًی ت یًَن ثب نّ ثبضین یک صذا؟
خ دَه ىَ ر هی د یًٍن اس ثقی عبلن س اَ!
ه تٌظز قًط ظعف طًست این ع قٌزیت،
آهبد تب ثکطین وّذیگ ر ث صلیت
خذا کً یکی ه ىَ جب طً ت یَ چبرچ ةَ
را خزاة کزدصً ر ثلذین خیلی خ ةَ
ث ف وْو ىَ هی ثبلین، ث ا ذًیط آساد
تب صحجت اس دیي هی ض رگ بْه ىَ هی ک ثبد!
ث یًّت یک ذّف جوع هی ضین گزدِ یک هیش
پ جٌ دقیق گًذضت هی ضین ثب وّذیگ گلا یٍش
اس آثبر ثشرگبى چ هع یٌَ چ هبلی،
هی ثزین استفبد شّار پ صًَذ سبلی
ایي تبریخ پز اس ج گٌ ایي آئیي ایي فز گٌّ
آخزش فً وْیذین افتخبر دار یب گًٌ؟
اس ثس ک خ دَه ىَ ر ث دم ایي ا ىٍ ثستین
خ دَه ىَ نّ ت شَ ه ذًَین ک آخزش چی سّتین؟
ثذ ىٍ هسئ لَیت اس فّت د لٍت آساد
ج تْ ع ضَ هی ک یٌن راحت ثب سٍش یک ثبد
ث ظب زّ ضبد خ ضَجخت، س ذًگی بّ وّ عبلی
درست هثل یک ت جٌک صذاش ثل ذٌ ت شَ خبلی
ضخصیت هي ت ایي فز گٌّ ایي ریط ،ِ
ثب تع یَط دیي اسن یب ل جْ ع ضَ وًی ضِ
تب ر سٍی ک "د بّتی " ثبض اٍص تحقیز
صذ سبل دیگ ام هی ه یًَن عقت ه ذًَ فقیز

Why?
What is it that we do so wrong?
Why can’t we folks just get along?
Eagerly waiting for someone to fail,
We crucify her under the accusation's nail.
If someone doesn’t fit in the frame,
We know how to kick him out of the game.
Bragging about our historical tolerance,
When beliefs come in-between we all take defense.
With ambition for big changes to make,
We gather in groups that easily can break.
Differences bring us into clash,
Then we treat each other just like trash.
We exploit the out comings of the Men of our past;
God knows how long these “twenty-five-hundred” years are gonna last?
Sometimes one wonders if this controversial history
Should be taken as a defeat or a victory?
With every little forceful grind,
We change directions like the leaf in the wind;
Painting an image of a successful life -
A happy family with four kids and wife -
It sounds great when spread worldwide;
Loud like a drum but hollow inside.
Your background with all that it includes,
Won’t change overnight and by its roots.
Converting your religion is not the key
To solving your problems and breaking free.
Neither does your accent tell
If you’ll end up in heaven or in hell.
Who cares about what you once have been!
Tolerant action needs to be seen.
As long as you neglect your own people
You’ll stay behind. It’s just that simple!

"If you judge people, you have not time to love them." - Mother Teresa