No Signs to Go:

I miss read the signs once again;
A heart is broken
& I don’t know where I stand
With your perfume on me
& I have doubts…
& there’s no place I would like to go
& there is no light clearing the path…
I can’t decide on which road to take.
It’s your heart on the line.
& I try to use my mind.
Don’t get me wrong… I have had my heart broken
& by mistake I had crashed someone else’s hearts…
You are too dear that I would let this happen to you.

Modern Women In Iran

Do I consider myself modern?

I guess so... though not in a VERY modern way... I tend to be somewhat classic & traditional when it comes to curtain things... yet I'm modern in more ways than other.

I also like to think that I, the little girl of games, am an intellectual.... I like to talk about Economy, Politics & all the 'deep' stuff around me....

My friends are from the same league also... We have our conversations & our moments... They are not shallow... like some modern Iranian Women who only concern themselves by the latest fashions & trends!!!!

Why am I writing all this? Well, Previous night was our girls night out.... We went to a fancy restaurant & let ourselves be pampered by the service & we talked the whole night... & only in our circle of three we can talk about almost anything... we can start from Salad Dressing & end in World Peace. We discuss almost everything & we share so many things...

It was then it hit me... we were 'REAL' women having a life in Iran. We were 'real'. & we were not dolls or idols... but only a human being safe in knowing each other & safe in our clique...

& we were different at the same time... we were not the little girls anymore... we were 'Women', Grown up & mature on the verge of making big decisions.

& We were real.

Cheers to my clique... Cheers to my ladies.... Here we are the conquerors of the World

A Ticket To The Moon

& I've got a dream to reach...
All I need is... A ticket to the moon

No One Dares To Distrub The Sound of a Silence

http://www.4shared.com/dir/2064632/4a0e1700/Song.html

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
No one dared Disturb the sound of silence

& That's how it feels here today...
People hanging on to a little hope left...
People who shout in silence.

Are We Going to End Up in a War?

I hear the news of American Plan to attack Iran. & I wonder what will happen to my daily life?
What will happen to my friends, boys & girls who have a whole lot of years of dreams before them? What will happen to laughters & tears? To loves & hatereds? To Joy & Pain?
What will happen to my beloved sister? To my dad & mom? To all the fun days & rough nigts?
What will happen to my baby niece? Will she live enough to see the days of happiness or would her life be filled with disasters & lost memories like mine?
War is unjust & cruel & no matter what the reason, no one is allowed to attack some other beings.
Here... we're talking about Lives being on the line. & if it were for mine, I would never & ever utter a word... for I have lived my life t the fullest, the richest that I could dream... I had love & happiness & I have people to care for who care for me.... Yet, it's not my life walking on the edge... It's my friends' & family's lives.... It's my memories & their future... It's Human beings in danger!
Just arund a corner, Darkness is waiting for us, hovering above, whispering nasty words & lauhing a hard evil laugh... He Awaits in the shadows & keeps his sword ready & sharp... & when the time comes... He will take us... to our doom.
I wont fight... I know. & I wont ever see the pain. I wont fight... but where's my choice but to suffer from someone else's stupidity?

I’m two men:

I’m two ends of a spectrum;
The extreme passion,
The extreme hatred
One side wants to conquer the world,
The other wants to isolate in solitude
One hugs every sad & needy,
The other push loving ones aside

I’m two ends of a spectrum;
The extreme heat,
The extreme coldness
One side fights for freedom
The other begs to be captured.
One is the rebel;
The other the subject

I’m two ends of a spectrum;
Deepest deep &
Highest high
One side is silent meditation;
The other’s screaming loud.

& as my friend once said:
“I’m two men:
One is awake in the darkness,
The other is asleep in the sun.”

PS: Yes, I Wrote it. Actually one of my sister's friends had written the last part on a paper & the rest just came to me.