In the name of the lord of the world
Who cares? (Ki Ahammiyat mide?) About what? Ummm, I don’t know, about everything. I like it anyways. In these kind of countries, nobody cares about your life, your clothes, your situation. When I get up in the morning, the only people cares are myself, my mother and my father and my sister. Actually (Dar Vaghe), I do not want my mother or my dad be worried (Negraan) about me, but they do anyways (Be har haal). I get up in the morning and I choose my clothes to wear on (pooshidan), but I think with myself. who cares?? My professors? No way? My friends? Umm, yeah, you can say that. The people in the street? No way at all. I listen to Rap. Who cares? Nobody. I sit in the bus and I smell so good (Booye Khoob). Who is going to care? Nobody. I go to a huge (very big) grocery (Khoraki) store and I just buy a box of chocolate. Who will say that why I did not buy anything else? No body. I was going late to school? Who cared in that time? I get a very expensive car to get people’s attention (Tavajjoh) but nobody cares. If I am poor or rich, nobody will care. I remember I was going to Mofid highschool. One day, I got up early in the morning. My family were more worried (negraan) about me than today. I chose my clothes to wear on. I was worried to choose. Why? Many people cared about my clothes. Who? Umm, my first year teacher, (Moalleme Rahnama), my friends, my neighbors (Ham saaye), even the taxi driver and even the people in the street. I was walking along the street to catch a taxi, many people cared. Who? I can say everybody, even Hatta) the girls next door (Baghali) who were waiting for the bus. I wanted to comb (Shaane) my hair with my fa vorite style (Mod), but, oh my God, everybody would care. Everybody such as my guidance teacher (Moallem Rahnama), the people in the street and even those girls. I wanted to pray on time , everybody would care, would say something that I did not want to hear . God, I wanted nobody cares there, nobody. The people cared a lot when you did not want them to do. Now here, sometimes I want some people care but they do not. Finally (Dar Akhar), I think if people care as less as (Har che ghad
kamtar) they can, that’s so great (Aliii
.........................................................................Amir
آمار زیر را از یک نشریه داخلی مرکز آمار ایران نقل میکنم(البته آنهایی که به نظرم جالبتر بود):
آمار سال 80وزارت بهداشت و درمان با همکاری مرکز آمار ایران:
درصد افراد باسواد کل کشور:81%
میانگین سطح تحصیلات کشور :دبستان
میانگین سطح تحصیلات در تهران:سوم راهنمایی
میانگین سطح تحصیلات در استان سیستان و بلوچستان :دوم دبستان
75%افرادی که در سن تحصیل در دبیرستان قرار دارند ترک تحصیل کرده اند.
درصد ازدواج دختران بین14-10ساله:
شهر:1%
روستا:1.8%
میانگین سن ازدواج کشور:
دختر:20.8سال
پسر:25.6سال
دیروز یکی از دوستهای بسیار خوبم یک ایمیل برام فرستاد و ازم خواست که این اطلاعیه را در وبلاگ با توجه به استقبال خوبی که تا بحال شده پابلیش کنم. من هم از شما می خوام اگه کمکی از دستتون بر میاد انجام بدید...

یاسر
In the name of the creator of the hope
It is for a while that I am thinking about the hope. I really consider (Dar Nazar) the hope as God’s gift (Hadiye). Sometimes when I am really hopeless (Na Omid) about a subject, I think about Lance Armstrong. The story of his life is unbelievable (Ba Var Nakardani). I recount (Bazgoo) his story, first for myself and then for the others, to see what hope can do. Born on
In 1996, Lance got very bad, sad and terrible news in his entire (Tamame) life. The doctors told him that he has Testicular (Beyze) cancer (Sarataan). As a world wide champion (Ghahremaan), he could not believe that he will die. The doctors told him that the chance to survive (Zende Mandan) is fifthy sifthy . He went under chemotherapy (Shimi Darmani) that destroyed most of his muscles (Maahiche) and body. He had three operations (Jarrahi) to get a better chance to live. During the entire operations, Lance continued to race on the bicycle. He never lost his hope. He missed (Az Dast Dad) the 1997 cycling competitions, but he decided in 1998 to return to racing (Mosabeghe Dadan). He really said a big NO to death and he came back again. In 1998, he came back to