Puppets.
Puppet, thats what we actually are.
We had been puppets and we even couldn't see it!
We didn't have the power to choose the way we like to be,
to decide who we want to be,
to decide where we want live ,and who we want meet.

God, at least you could let us decide to be or not to be.
He created us, and just said: be
Even we do not have the permission to leave,
so just give me an answer:
why?

Just an excuse ...

This is written to be the answer of that dear friend who said:" I love martyrs... .",

About 25 years ago, something happened in this country,Iran.and so many people,
young boys and girls ,at about our age missed their lives for something which was
worthful for them.They did something great &honorific.

About 2 years later that streetviser country, lit up the fire of war between this country
and Iraq,that time, too, so many people almost the whole country, again, defend for thier
children, homes, birth places. Their country.

To make the life for their children comfortable and far from war fire... .

They did great things, they gave in abundance, their lives just for their purpose and us.
All of us have to respect and appreciate them . But,the only thing is that we must not live
in the past,but now, we must live just with their memory, we have to remind them by
reconstructing the remains.

Go, go &don't look back at your past, just keep it in your memory, don't forget it,
keep trying.This is the only way to let them be alive... .

rain

Yesterday the first autumn rain of the year showed us his tears,
he expect our notice ,respect and love .
What we actually had to do was that we had to go under the rain,
we must feel the stokes of the drops on our faces ,we had to notice the
smell of the pines, we must" feel them on our fingertips on the
mountain",as some one said .We had to throw ourselves deep.
in the air which had been freshed by him then, we had to abandon
our souls so that it could find it's reallity .
We had to open our eyes to see that God still loves us, and gives
us the talent of the rain.as rain comes down, he brings
us the kisses of the angles,
the talent for making hopes ,showing love and to being loved.

-------->third part<-------
"All the world is concentrated to me,
All the things need me to get to life,
All the things happenes in the world,
just happenes for me,to show love
of the God to me,
And a person like me never appears in the history again."
all the morning you wake up, after watching the sun rise,
repeat these words with your self, and you can feel the
power and confidence it gives you... .

-->second part<--

Do not depend on anyone, but let the other people depend on you.
Show them your faith and love. Love them and let them love you.How
do you think they will continue without you?
Be the centeral part of what happenes in the world, and know that
the whole history would lose its meaning if you were not existed.
But be aware of the pride, it may hurt you

--->first part<--


I became free!
free from all that thoughts and torments.
I do not think of anything again,
I am my lady again, independent , tranquil and light!
And the thought of that the whole world needs you to go on, gives you power
and energy to continue, thinking of that you are the only reason for the world
and predestination to make the history and eternity... .
All of the events of the history took place so that make the
world ready for your being.
* * * * * * * * *
Yes, my soal and thought are free once again, as it must be and as the time
of my early ages.
This is the way that I can concentrate my thought and being to know the
secrets of the disposition and existance.
Knowing that God's love is here, by my side . And I can call him whenever I need him,
and he talks to me whenever he thinks I need .
You too, get rid of those daily and unimportant thoughts which banish you
from your exalting purpose of your life.

Death

Death... .Angle of the life.The only thing that gives life value of living.
The thing that makes us wake up every day and try for our lives,
gives usprovocation for trying and working, The excitement of living.
It makes the life worth fighting for. It also makes us look at the life
as a great and valueable "talent" .
It makes us think of the purpose of our lives, what we should do in this
short period of time, and each day, after we open our eyes, asking ourselves,
what we have to do .
It's the saviour angle of the life, without which we won't have real reasons to live and
take adventures of life, we might stay in our first stone age.
If there was no death, we had no desire for eternity .
This angle , mostly known as a black angle , oppressed angle of the
whole world. It is known as a obstructor of life, indisposion of happinesse,
cruel seperator of lovers ... .
But without this sweet angle we wouldn't have any true loves, any heroes, any miracles,
any imagination or its power... .
It makes the life honoured for us, but what life has done for it?
It had done nothing but making him ignominious and defame.
Death never leaves us alone, never makes us feel alone, and is our true friend.
He never leaves us, especially when we are in trouble, then he comes closer,
and just when we can feel his breath in back of our necks, what do we do?, except
pushing him away, and not welcoming him?!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
He doesn't like peoples invitations. people don't like his invitations either!
But why? Why not try to liking him, loving him. He does if we do.
He'll come at the excact time.

03/11/2002 10:49


And when he came, welcome him, but never invite him!