Saide Ghasemi Moghadam, please rise.
We, the jury, duly impaneled in the above entitled action find the defendant, Saide Ghasemi Moghadam, guilty. Because you committed a crime that lead directly to the gathering a mass of books.
The jury has found you guilty of the lazy behaviors during the term and that was a capital murder. I hereby sentence you to your room where you will await execution.
May God have mercy on yours
6.02.2009
5.14.2009
WTO
Yesterday was a memorable day for me and my friends who worked in WTO workshop. On Tuesday and Wednesday, a national seminar for the academics introduction to WTO was held in our faculty of law. We had two guests who were the representative of WTO, and they declared their points of view in different aspects of trade law during four panels.
One of them was a Swiss man whose name was Gerardo Thielen, and the other one was Emmanuelle Ganne, who was a French women.
The official language in this seminar was English, then could you guess what was my duty there?
My friends and I were the member of the executive committee. Some of them registered audiences and the other dispersed the catalogues between the audiences and did some stuff like that, and the major duty of mine was translation!
Oh, come on. They trust my ability in this respect, and I had to translate the audiences’ Persian questions into English, and there I understood how importance is grammar2 and its project of writing in this weblog! With the helping of Mr. Mohammadi, I did my job properly. After each seminar like this, I encouraged myself to improve my knowledge, but I don’t know why I couldn’t achieve any improvement in this respect. Maybe I need more assiduous practices.
One of them was a Swiss man whose name was Gerardo Thielen, and the other one was Emmanuelle Ganne, who was a French women.
The official language in this seminar was English, then could you guess what was my duty there?
My friends and I were the member of the executive committee. Some of them registered audiences and the other dispersed the catalogues between the audiences and did some stuff like that, and the major duty of mine was translation!
Oh, come on. They trust my ability in this respect, and I had to translate the audiences’ Persian questions into English, and there I understood how importance is grammar2 and its project of writing in this weblog! With the helping of Mr. Mohammadi, I did my job properly. After each seminar like this, I encouraged myself to improve my knowledge, but I don’t know why I couldn’t achieve any improvement in this respect. Maybe I need more assiduous practices.
5.03.2009
Suicide!!!
This post is about one of our collegians who committed suicide last week. He was Bachelor of Science in law, and it was his fourth semester. I saw him three or four time with my friends. They worked on a project related to family law, and he had the role of the judge in this case.
His suicide’s news shocked everybody in university, and all professors started to talk about him and criticize his temerity.
You know after happening such events especially in small places like our faculty, news turn into gossips in two minutes, so I don’t know exactly why he did that, but one of them is about “Hedayat” and his memorable novel “ The Blind Owl”. They said he read his stories . Oh, come on. I read “The Blind Owl” over fifteen times and even once I didn’t think about committing suicide.
In our religion, suicide is forbidden and it’s one of the unforgiving sins, and in the opinion of our people, nothing must cause a person do this cardinal sin, but sometimes miseries and adversities of life cannot be tolerated by people because they have different capacities and sometimes life withers the stamina of the heartiest adventurer.
His suicide’s news shocked everybody in university, and all professors started to talk about him and criticize his temerity.
You know after happening such events especially in small places like our faculty, news turn into gossips in two minutes, so I don’t know exactly why he did that, but one of them is about “Hedayat” and his memorable novel “ The Blind Owl”. They said he read his stories . Oh, come on. I read “The Blind Owl” over fifteen times and even once I didn’t think about committing suicide.
In our religion, suicide is forbidden and it’s one of the unforgiving sins, and in the opinion of our people, nothing must cause a person do this cardinal sin, but sometimes miseries and adversities of life cannot be tolerated by people because they have different capacities and sometimes life withers the stamina of the heartiest adventurer.
4.22.2009
Om … first post
Ya hagh
Emmmm, I want to start my web log, but I have hated writing since I was a teenager
How difficult it is to write something. Sadegh Hedayat says : “ I must keep my idea for myself .” I appreciate his tag, but I want to get my mark in Grammar 2 . Ouch ! Destiny makes me start writing and I hope to continue it.
So for the first post, I just say the summary of my day . Today I had a class with Pro. Mirsaidi at 1:30, but he didn’t come, so I went to the library which is under ground, and I reviewed my lessons (good student!!) . Quite accidentally, when I was looking at the book shelves, I saw a book about Forough Farokhzad. Now I can’t remember it's exact title. It maybe something like “ my first romantic heart’s beats ”. That was some pieces of lovely letters that Forough sent to her beloved friend. When I read some of them, I felt so bad. It isn’t good that everybody knows your feeling about a person who you love. Maybe she never thought someday her notes be published, and everybody reads them, and they may laugh at her childish feelings. All these things made me hate writing . Maybe I am wrong .
When library was closed, I went to" self " for break, and I chosed a secluded corner for myself . Oh my God, that has a wonderful view to everywhere, and you could watch everybody from the window.
I put a picture of this location and that scene . When I drank my tea and saw thoughtfully out of window, I saw that funny scene. that was like a short movie that made me laughed so loud . Sorry my dear classmates, I can’t explain what happened exactly. Just know that was something with one of my classmates in faculty of law. Poor guy ! I think he never thought I saw his action, but if I were him , I did exactly the same as he did.
After that, I went to my criminology class with Pro. Rayejian at 5:30. He asked some question of our Norouz’s project about criminal terminology, but nobody could answer his questions in proper way. Poor memory ! when he asked me , I said some stuff that even I couldn’t understand myself. I used 3 sentences to reply his question, and the verb of two of them were “ be manseye zohour berese.” That was such a funny answer , and my professor along the class once refer to my verb and said “be ghole doustan ‘be manseye zohour berese’.” So it became the catch phrase of the day.
Just this for today. I would appreciate your comment and any correction my errors.
Emmmm, I want to start my web log, but I have hated writing since I was a teenager
How difficult it is to write something. Sadegh Hedayat says : “ I must keep my idea for myself .” I appreciate his tag, but I want to get my mark in Grammar 2 . Ouch ! Destiny makes me start writing and I hope to continue it.
So for the first post, I just say the summary of my day . Today I had a class with Pro. Mirsaidi at 1:30, but he didn’t come, so I went to the library which is under ground, and I reviewed my lessons (good student!!) . Quite accidentally, when I was looking at the book shelves, I saw a book about Forough Farokhzad. Now I can’t remember it's exact title. It maybe something like “ my first romantic heart’s beats ”. That was some pieces of lovely letters that Forough sent to her beloved friend. When I read some of them, I felt so bad. It isn’t good that everybody knows your feeling about a person who you love. Maybe she never thought someday her notes be published, and everybody reads them, and they may laugh at her childish feelings. All these things made me hate writing . Maybe I am wrong .
When library was closed, I went to" self " for break, and I chosed a secluded corner for myself . Oh my God, that has a wonderful view to everywhere, and you could watch everybody from the window.
I put a picture of this location and that scene . When I drank my tea and saw thoughtfully out of window, I saw that funny scene. that was like a short movie that made me laughed so loud . Sorry my dear classmates, I can’t explain what happened exactly. Just know that was something with one of my classmates in faculty of law. Poor guy ! I think he never thought I saw his action, but if I were him , I did exactly the same as he did.
After that, I went to my criminology class with Pro. Rayejian at 5:30. He asked some question of our Norouz’s project about criminal terminology, but nobody could answer his questions in proper way. Poor memory ! when he asked me , I said some stuff that even I couldn’t understand myself. I used 3 sentences to reply his question, and the verb of two of them were “ be manseye zohour berese.” That was such a funny answer , and my professor along the class once refer to my verb and said “be ghole doustan ‘be manseye zohour berese’.” So it became the catch phrase of the day.
Just this for today. I would appreciate your comment and any correction my errors.
Sincerely yours
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