Oh my God! I just don’t know how I can explain what I feel now.... well, first of all, we are all kicking & alive & over here in Tehran there had not been a soul loss reported, although in some parts the electricity is cut off.
But it was a rather frightening experience; the earthquake was about 5.5 grades & it lasted for a good 2 minutes. Last great earthquake here was about 4 grades & it lasted only 30 seconds.... so I guess you can say that this time it seemed more intense....
It’s been told that a French source has announced a 6.2 degree for the earthquake. We don’t know yet if it is true or not.
We don’t know if there had been damages in other areas either, we know that only one person had passed away in GHAZVIN.
Why this earthquake was so frightening although the damage was not much? I guess the time of the occurrence was an important factor. For all other earthquakes, most people were asleep & didn’t feel anything. But for this one (5:10 pm) people got really frightened & they mostly ran out of their houses in the street. Another point in this matter is the fact that the Bam earthquake is still fresh in the memories of people. & the fact that earthquake has been one of the most frequent discussion topics, had its own effect. You see only few posts back, I wrote about earthquake training.....
Well, I should get going. If anything new happens, you will be informed.
Ps: last news: 5 killed; 20 injured.
Friday, May 28, 2004
Earthquake here in Tehran:
Thursday, May 27, 2004
A Year Had Passed
This is kind of strange.... it had been a year I started bloging! Wow! Look how much I have changed over the past year! I definitely grew up (which is not a good thing) & I made fabulous friends (which is why I keep posting still).
Well, when I started to blog I never knew what I wanted to write about. Mostly I had this intention to change the image of Iranians in some few people who would check my blog. I don’t know how much this goal is accomplished. It is really important for me to know how others think about my country. & I always hated it when I saw the injustice media forcing on this image.
Do you know that when BBC world shows the weather forecasts, on the map, all the countries around Iran are mentioned, but there is nothing about Iran or Tehran? & I’m sure you know that the Persian Gulf is plainly called gulf... like it doesn’t have any names! Have you heard of the world’s largest lake? The Caspian Sea? Do you know that Iranian had been the first nation who ever sail through this lake & we call it KHAZAR...?
I am Iranian & I am proud of the history behind me. I just want to find my place in this new world & this blog was all about that... finding more, learning more.... I hope if someone, who may have once read my blog, met an Iranian somewhere... understand that s/he is a human being. & I’m looking toward the day when this terrorist image of Iranians fades away & instead the image of a welcoming friendly nation would replace this one.
My second goal was to show you how we live in Tehran. Tehran... the city I love so much. I don’t even know why I love this city.... Most of the time it is crowded & polluted, yet the few nice days makes it the most beautiful place in the world for me. Right now I’m sitting by my window overlooking south & I can see the plain filled with buildings in front of me. You see, Tehran is surrounded by mountains from 3 sides.... The average height of my city is about 4000 m above the sea level & most of the streets have slight (or sometime sharp) slopes. There is no natural water source inside the city.... I mean, there is no huge river & of course no big lakes... only small springs there & then. So we have some vulnerable geographical position... we can easily be famished! & to make the situation worse there are more than 45 cracks in Tehran which makes it one the most expected area for earthquakes. (Tehran is located on the earthquake belt!)
But my city is so beautiful... not in artistic shape like other large cities or not in historical way like Isfehan or Shiraz; but in its own way. You know Tehran is like a person with casual but comfortable cloths. It spreads wherever it likes & the whole city has the mood of care-free-ness. You know she is always fashionably cheerful... like a kind lady. She is welcoming & forgiving. Anyone can find place to fit in her heart. It doesn’t mater for her who you are or where you are from, she can always take you in & give you what you want. Tehran is no goddess like Shiraz & she is not a b**** like some other cities. She is mother who takes care of you, the lover who nourish your emotions & for sure she is a playful friend. Then again Tehran is the boss behind her casualty, Iran’s life depend on her. It is ridiculous sometime... basically there is no oil in Tehran, no big industry, no mines, no water.... & still we get the best of everything! She is like the queen... she produce much but owns the best. & yes! This the city I was born & lived in. This is the city I adore.... This city!
Tehran is an example of tolerance. You can find people of any reign in Iran here. They all live together with their different idea & customs under one territory: Tehran.
Alright... don’t you feel sick of me talking about Tehran? I got to go now! But I’ll be back with more on my hometown!
BTW how did you find the pictures?
A...........year????????????
& You can find this People In Shahname... location: Ferdowsi's Tomb In Mashhad. 
A...........year????????????
This is kind of strange.... it had been a year I started bloging! Wow! Look how much I have changed over the past year! I definitely grew up (which is not a good thing) & I made fabulous friends (which is why I keep posting still).
Well, when I started to blog I never knew what I wanted to write about. Mostly I had this intention to change the image of Iranians in some few people who would check my blog. I don’t know how much this goal is accomplished. It is really important for me to know how others think about my country. & I always hated it when I saw the injustice media forcing on this image.
Do you know that when BBC world shows the weather forecasts, on the map, all the countries around Iran are mentioned, but there is nothing about Iran or Tehran? & I’m sure you know that the Persian Gulf is plainly called gulf... like it doesn’t have any names! Have you heard of the world’s largest lake? The Caspian Sea? Do you know that Iranian had been the first nation who ever sail through this lake & we call it KHAZAR...?
I am Iranian & I am proud of the history behind me. I just want to find my place in this new world & this blog was all about that... finding more, learning more.... I hope if someone, who may have once read my blog, met an Iranian somewhere... understand that s/he is a human being. & I’m looking toward the day when this terrorist image of Iranians fades away & instead the image of a welcoming friendly nation would replace this one.
My second goal was to show you how we live in Tehran. Tehran... the city I love so much. I don’t even know why I love this city.... Most of the time it is crowded & polluted, yet the few nice days makes it the most beautiful place in the world for me. Right now I’m sitting by my window overlooking south & I can see the plain filled with buildings in front of me. You see, Tehran is surrounded by mountains from 3 sides.... The average height of my city is about 4000 m above the sea level & most of the streets have slight (or sometime sharp) slopes. There is no natural water source inside the city.... I mean, there is no huge river & of course no big lakes... only small springs there & then. So we have some vulnerable geographical position... we can easily be famished! & to make the situation worse there are more than 45 cracks in Tehran which makes it one the most expected area for earthquakes. (Tehran is located on the earthquake belt!)
But my city is so beautiful... not in artistic shape like other large cities or not in historical way like Isfehan or Shiraz; but in its own way. You know Tehran is like a person with casual but comfortable cloths. It spreads wherever it likes & the whole city has the mood of care-free-ness. You know she is always fashionably cheerful... like a kind lady. She is welcoming & forgiving. Anyone can find place to fit in her heart. It doesn’t mater for her who you are or where you are from, she can always take you in & give you what you want. Tehran is no goddess like Shiraz & she is not a b**** like some other cities. She is mother who takes care of you, the lover who nourish your emotions & for sure she is a playful friend. Then again Tehran is the boss behind her casualty, Iran’s life depend on her. It is ridiculous sometime... basically there is no oil in Tehran, no big industry, no mines, no water.... & still we get the best of everything! She is like the queen... she produce much but owns the best. & yes! This the city I was born & lived in. This is the city I adore.... This city!
Tehran is an example of tolerance. You can find people of any reign in Iran here. They all live together with their different idea & customs under one territory: Tehran.
Alright... don’t you feel sick of me talking about Tehran? I got to go now! But I’ll be back with more on my hometown!
BTW how did you find the pictures?
Friday, May 21, 2004
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
Sunday, May 16, 2004
Earthquake training…
Today in Tehran young children who attend kindergartens had a earthquake exercise! There is a Traffic Park in Tehran were this had taken place.
TV showed small kids who were standing in a corner of a shaking box & they were trained to avoid high buildings & each had been given a small bag which could be worn around the neck in which they had their name & address & photos of their parents.
This is what I call improvement. I didn’t get the earthquake training until I was like 8 years old & even then I just had learned oral lessons. It was not until I start being trained for first aid as red-cross volunteer that I actually practiced the rules. You know we were trained in school about first aid & I was like 14! But nowadays 4-year-olds know everything about earthquake.
It is really important in a city like Tehran where there is a high chance for earthquake that kids learn how to deal with it, even if it would seem like a game to them. My 4 year old cousin once told me that if the earth shakes I must run to the corner & don’t try to get downstairs by elevators…. Well, most grown-ups don’t know how to act….
I guess I did well In my Exam.......
Friday was a good day... I really did well in my exam & I dont know what will happene but I'm sure it wouls be satisfactory...
alright I've done a few changes how do you like it?
Thursday, May 06, 2004
Hi....
Well I didn’t get through the Masc. exam…. My rank was 137 & only people who ranked below 133 could get through the first step. Then these people will choose the universities & at least 33 people would enroll in Masc. food engineering program.
Masc. exam is a competitive in which unfortunately our GAP & extracurricular activities are not considered. It is based on a four-choice test. The participants for food engineering were about 5000. So you see the chance of getting in is slim to none.
We have this opportunity to test ourselves in another non-governmental university (Azad). Actually I got my Bs in Research & science unit of this university & there is this chance for me to get through the masc. exam this time. Because I had been a straight a student & actually I got the fifth rank in our faculty so there would be some kind of facilities for me. Yet I really don’t know if I want to participate in it. It will cost a fortune!
Alright… let’s forget about it. Tonight I, my sister & Katherine went out to meet some other bloggers. It is sort of strange to meet the real person behind the virtual logger. You know when you read a blog you have this clear image in your head about the writer… then you meet them & bomb! The image is gone forever! I would never go to this kind of gatherings again. Well, I basically knew everybody there but we could not find the right subject to talk. Yet I really liked some girls there & there is this one guy we have really close virtual friendship & he was sort of ok.
Ok. Now I got to go & sleep….
Pray for me.
I need it.
btw why I can not open lynne's blog?
