Monday, November 29, 2004

ده دسامبر ...
جایی بین گورهای سبز و سنگی و گاه برفی
برادرم با سینی خرما می ایستد
زنی صوفی با گیسوان بلند طلایی و چشمانی سبز-آبی
شعری از دفتر پیر طریقتش را می خواند
جایی بین زمین و آسمان... دور از سنگریزه های مزار
به یاد هستی ات
تنها ایستاده ام...
Europe's Ritual Dance The Western counterpart of Iran's deception...

"They have huge financial interests tied up with the Iranian regime (billions of dollars worth of oil and gas contracts, plus other trade agreements, some already signed, others in the works); and Iran is the last place in the Middle East where they can play an active diplomatic role. This is particularly acute for France, which knows it will long be a pariah to free Iraqi governments, and views Iran as its last chance to thwart America's dominant role in the region. Sad to say, there is no evidence that the Europeans give a tinker's damn either about the destiny of the Iranian people, or about Iran's leading role in international terrorism, or about the Islamic Republic's joining the nuclear club."

Michael Ledeen, National Review Online




Friday, November 26, 2004

I hope for the day Iran will be a Liberal Democracy.

Thursday, November 25, 2004

Yesterday was my day off from university and the little girl was at her day care (a good thing.) I was cleaning the little girl's mess in the living room when I tripped over one of her toys and almost lost conscious. I called 911 and pulled my body to the door and unlocked it. I placed the phone close and remained motionless.

Wednesday, November 24, 2004

My husband kissed me on the lips as he passed next to me in the kitchen. The little girl looked at us and said: ... silly Maaani... and giggled with a mouth full-of-strawberry-yogurt.
I guess living with/as me is not short any action! I had a fall today and called 911. I just got home from the emergency room... am a little dizzy... Not particularly from the fall or even the pain I have... but the ambulance ride in the bumpy high ways of the rainy New England!
اگر وقت ایجاب کند... ترجمه کردن شعر های کوتاه را دوست دارم...
شعر شعرایی که گاهی دستهای احساسی ام با... از دل- نوشته هایشان
تلاقی می کند... که چشم- نوشته هایشان...ما بین پلکهای من زلال خیال می شوند
و گاهی اشک-نوشته هایشان... از روی گونه های من به روی انگشتهای تایپنده ام پناه می برند...

Tuesday, November 23, 2004

تلفن زنگ زد دیدم روش نوشته خارج از مرکز ( هنوز توی دلم می خواد وقتی تلفن اینو می نویسه ...صدای آرامش بخش مامان توی گوشی پخش بشه) صدای زنگ
دیگه ای اما توی صدا پیچید و دکمه را فشار دادم تا خط عوض بشه. دکتر نرولوژیست بود و گفت عکس سه بعدی (ام.آر.آی) که یکشنبه گرفته بودم چیزی نشون نمی ده
و باید دوباره برم که ببینند درد شدید توی دست چپم و شانه و گردن در اثر چی می تونه باشه. تلفن که تموم شد... صدای مهربون برادرم اونور خط گفت: دختر کجا رفتی؟
بسته رسید؟ میگم نه عزیز دلم... بهشون زنگ زدم گفتن دوباره می فرستن! همزمان ... پشت در چشمم به یک کارتن افتاد. گفتم آمده! بازش که می کنم... توی یه سبد زرشکی پر از
لذتهای کوچک زندگی
به تعداد زیاد نشستن و چشمک می زنند. کارت رو می خونم...
می بینم... اسم زنی اما جا مانده میان
اسم- نوشته ها... دلم برایت چه تنگ است

Sunday, November 21, 2004


چند ساعتی هست از بیمارستان برگشتم... وقتی تکنسین تخت رو توی کپسول هل داد... احساس خیلی بدی پیدا کردم. خواستم که بیرونم بیارن... پرسیدم بقیه هم دچار حالتی شبیه به من
می شن؟ گفت نه تنها حالشون بد می شه بلکه باید داروی آرام بخش استفاده کنند. یک لحظه تصویر پ و دختر کوچولو جلوی چشمم آمد که باز باید منتظر توی ماشین بشینن...گفتم نه همین امروز خوبه... زیر پلکهام اما قلبم می لرزید... لبهامو گاز می گرفتم... میخواستم بیام بیرون
... کیف کوله ای رو بندازم روی شونه هام و بدوم به سمت در...

زندگی!


It's been few hours since I am back from hospital. When the Technician got me ready for the neck MRI... I felt a little Claustrophobia running down my thoughts, lungs, nerves... I asked to be pulled out... It felt like a grave with my feet out... after a few minutes I decided to go back in... my heart was shivering under my eyelashes! I kept biting my lips... all I could picture was Sheema running towards the gates...

Life!

Maryam Hooleh and Hooman Azizi (Iranian poets) need their voice to be heard... Their life is in danger.

Saturday, November 20, 2004

You know who you are... if you are a friend you will be happy for me... if your a foe... you will not!

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Thank you to those of you... for the happy birthday well wishes. It means the world to me... I have had a difficult year (still have)... getting such positive e-mails; e-cards and phone calls made my heart melt from happiness. Thank you for caring.

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With the Poetry of Iranian Women project, I intend to present the works by some of the most invisible yet most interesting groups in the world poetry circle. If you are an Iranian female poet... send me your poems... this project is from all of Us to the World... to hear our voice... our poetry.

Friday, November 19, 2004

The good things about life... you get to a) kiss those you love... b) see the smile on their faces... c) your heart bursts into laughter...

The good things about death... a) no loss, b) no heartache, c) no appointments...

Thursday, November 18, 2004

feeling for your beyond...
even if this photo is computer made... the reality doesn't change...
Each day different aspect of loss is holding me. I will not conceal my feelings... the closer I get to my birthday... the immense pain of not hearing your voice gets stronger. Looking at my reflection in the mirror... seeing in conflict with the incident... are the on and off swelling... the two... moist... sad... inescapable eyes.

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

I had to write a research paper on the effect of TV on children and got hooked on these cartoons. I think Connie the Caw has the most delicious colors... If I ever get back to painting ...these colors are going to be what I'll be using...

...sunday I am going to hospital for MRI (neck)...
I got this e-mail from Sayeh Today. I asked her if it'll be ok to share it with the rest of you...

"Please contact Radio Farda and urge them to arrange an interview with Editor of National Geographic Map of the World Atlas. The Persian gulf and the name of the islands has been changed in their latest edition.

Thanks

Sayeh Sirjani"

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

برای تو مامان این لینک را اینجا می گذارم. باشد که دوباره عید فطرت را تبریک بگویم...
This link is for you Maman. Perhaps one day we'll meet again (My mother practiced Sufism.)
In the course of seductive pleasure of existence,
there was pain or sorrow wherever I emerged.
In the corners and angles of my body vessel,
there was nothing but the blare of cold waves to excel.

from the Anthology of Wish & Hope by Dr. Manouchehr S. Noury

Saturday, November 13, 2004

بدون شرح
همراه با علامت تعجب...

مدتی پیش مانا
برام از کتابش گفت و اسم کتاب هر از گاهی منو مشغول کرده. امروز که از دانشگاه بعد سه ساعت و خورده ای درس بر می گشتم (اسم این کلاس مرگ و مردن هست و دلایل شخصی مثل از دست دادن مادرم و نداشتن خواهر و مادر بزرگ و خاله باعث شد که این کلاس یکی از درسهایی باشه که این ترم برداشته ام،) ... در حالیکه مشغول شنیدن موزیک ( بدون شنیدن و چونه زدن پ و دختر کوچولو که همیشه یکی از این دونفر می خواهد اخبار یا بارنی گوش کنه)... و روندن ماشین گرم و نرم بودم (ماشینی که تو دانمارک داشتم از نرسیدن به اش، گهگداری مثل اژدها تنوره می کشید) اونم توی یک جاده آفتاب خورده در حالیکه برف ها ی دیشب و امروزصبح هنوز لابه لای درختها و زمینهای اطراف اتوبان خوابیدند ...باز منو یاد کتاب شاعره انداخت... توی دلم گفتم شاید اگه مرگ بوسه ای مثل این حال شعف من داشته باشه... اگه مرگ لبهاش اینجوری عاشقانه منو موقع بردن ببوسه ... توی دلم گفتم
مرگ اگر لبهای تو را داشت

شاید این


I am not an "ist"ic or "ism"ic ... but...

Send your e-mails to cbeidel@ngs.org

Dear Sir,

I am writing to object to the inclusion of the name ‘Arabian Gulf’ as an alternative to Persian Gulf on your recently published world map (8th Edition).

This action is causing considerable upset to the Iranian community around the globe. The Persian national identity is already under considerable threat and is eroded every day by the behavior and actions of the current Islamic Regime. We fear that using the proposed alternative of ‘Arabian Gulf’ alongside the correct name of ‘Persian Gulf’ will, in the long run, cause an actual name transition and result in the loss of a major association of our culture with this significant and famous part of the World’s geography.

I request that you amend this in your next edition to preserve our cultural heritage associated with this famous landmark.

Yours faithfully,



(via Halle)

Thursday, November 11, 2004

  • Last night as I sat next to my little girl on her bed, she said: Maaanie: Dooset Daram hamisheh (I love you forever.)
  • As of last week I am the new poetry editor of The MAG.
  • I am kind of withdrawn from people. The loss of my mom has been too heavy on me. I wrote to my poet friend Roger Humes that I can't stop eating chocolates. He wrote back, well at least you'll die happy!

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

...every time we are at a Starbucks...

Little girl: Maaaani ... showing the woman on the cup...

... other times she stands on a chair and...says: "Ladiz and gentemans girls and boys
I like to present you oranges, grape, Maaaani, fruit and desert."

Bowing... "thank you thank you very much"
Yesterday my little girl was insisting to be part of the Barney book... I was reading her. I had made a game by placing hats, etc. on the pictures and she was positive by pushing her feet she'd be part of the book! She is not even three and I think of the time she will go off to college and we may become voices on the phone! You see as a mother I enjoy reading other mother-bloggers... and the Iranian blogger Noushi is one of the few I read from time to time. What made me sad (so sad that I want to cry my lungs black) on her recent post... Noushi has let us know about her X taking the kids from her. She is asking for help... I don't know... who can help her? In a mismanaged country where the advocates of human rights and gender justice get arrested... a divorcee trying to have Child Custody in the Islamic Republic of Iran is Fighting an Uphill Battle.

Tuesday, November 09, 2004

Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests The dirt one day will cover the hands that sign such grief. Do you even fear the almighty you preach? Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests The dirt one day will cover the hands that sign such grief. Do you even fear the almighty you preach? Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests The dirt one day will cover the hands that sign such grief. Do you even fear the almighty you preach? Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests The dirt one day will cover the hands that sign such grief. Do you even fear the almighty you preach? Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the arrests Stop the
Dr. Mahboubeh Abbasgholizadeh, the Iranian woman journalist and civil society activist, a prominent advocate of human rights and gender justicewas was arrested in the Islamic Republic of Iran.

Please Sign the Petition.
Roger Humes and I have won the Harvest International award for Best Poem with "Good Night, Baby Girl". Roger e-mailed me this: "Damn we were good!"

I wrote the poem in 2003 and Roger helped me with the edits and a year later we have won the Harvest International award for Best Poem!
Identify your problem:

Sheema: What should I ask?
P: Ask for pest control (bees, spiders, other crap) and
FREE termite evaluation.


... now which one is the one we have ... in the basement... ! They all look the same to me!! I should have studied pest...ology!

Monday, November 08, 2004

Mojtaba Samie-nejad an Iranian blogger was arrested in the Islamic Republic of Iran.

Please Sign the Petition.

Monday, November 01, 2004



Drawings

The little girl's drawing, today
Walking with her father/ hand in hand in a Halloween costume...
And a rabbit, the Sun, a white home.

The mother's drawing but...
Showed her dad, dead behind the prison walls,
The soldiers with guns, the war and the cluster bombs.


Sheema Kalbasi