<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4900198851848571642</id><updated>2010-11-12T01:45:21.544Z</updated><title type='text'>THE WRITE OF THE HEART</title><subtitle type='html'>Author of this web log trying that showing who is he and how he changing from this personality to favorable personality (personality that he want and he like). He wills sharing his Experiment and his understanding of life, god and religion (Islam).his trying Consult and talking with readers of web log.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/full'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/full'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>GreenRedBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419524760941189561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4900198851848571642.post-8660935534670800061</id><published>2008-08-16T13:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-08-16T13:34:00.232Z</updated><title type='text'>title</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bestscripts.ir/"&gt;اسكريپت هاي كاربردي&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.arakteam.net"&gt;آموزش هاي مفيد درباره سايت و وبلاگ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4900198851848571642-8660935534670800061?l=greenredboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8660935534670800061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4900198851848571642&amp;postID=8660935534670800061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/8660935534670800061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/8660935534670800061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/2008/08/title.html' title='title'/><author><name>GreenRedBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419524760941189561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01794813489742515121'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4900198851848571642.post-1809312988630711370</id><published>2008-08-16T13:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-08-16T13:29:30.607Z</updated><title type='text'>link</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bestscripts.ir/"&gt;اسكريپت هاي كاربردي&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.arakteam.net"&gt;آموزش هاي مفيد درباره سايت و وبلاگ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4900198851848571642-1809312988630711370?l=greenredboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1809312988630711370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4900198851848571642&amp;postID=1809312988630711370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/1809312988630711370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/1809312988630711370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/2008/08/link.html' title='link'/><author><name>GreenRedBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419524760941189561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01794813489742515121'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4900198851848571642.post-1057265753206380143</id><published>2007-07-08T02:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-08-16T13:38:28.624Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion Religious and Belief'/><title type='text'>god like light</title><content type='html'>In the name of Allah, who is the one.&lt;br /&gt;Hello my friend&lt;br /&gt;We believe that:&lt;br /&gt;God is the light of the heavens and the earth. A metaphor for His light is a niche in which there is a lamp placed in a glass. The glass is like a shining star which is lit from a blessed olive tree that is neither eastern nor western. Its oil almost lights up even though it has not been touched by the fire. It is light upon light. God guides to His light whomever He wants. God uses various metaphors. He has the knowledge of all things. {from Holy book, THE LIGHT (24) (al-nur)verse(24:35) }&lt;br /&gt;Light is no color but when it shining on other thing, each thing can  REFLEX one part of light(for example, red by flower or green by trees), unless mirror(mirror is plenary human)!&lt;br /&gt;With out of light, you cant see any thing.&lt;br /&gt;each part of light (like red, green, white) are describe light, but for understanding light you most understanding all of color and mixture color until this color chang to one!&lt;br /&gt;Asma E Ellahi or Asma O llah meaning of names of Allah (adjectives or epithets of Allah).&lt;br /&gt;one of this is:&lt;br /&gt;Al-Waahid&lt;br /&gt;(The Unique)&lt;br /&gt;One who recites this name alone and in a quiet place will be free from fear and delusion.&lt;br /&gt;by my friend&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bestscripts.ir/"&gt;اسكريپت هاي كاربردي&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.arakteam.net"&gt;آموزش هاي مفيد درباره سايت و وبلاگ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4900198851848571642-1057265753206380143?l=greenredboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1057265753206380143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4900198851848571642&amp;postID=1057265753206380143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/1057265753206380143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/1057265753206380143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/god-like-light.html' title='god like light'/><author><name>GreenRedBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419524760941189561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01794813489742515121'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4900198851848571642.post-8060499667251084034</id><published>2007-05-15T03:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-15T03:40:30.607Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE and LIFE'/><title type='text'>Mothers like Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(153, 0, 204); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In the name of Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(153, 0, 204); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(153, 0, 204); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;one of my friends send for me an email about mothers. it is good text and i share with you here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you came into  the world, she held you in her arms.    You thanked her by wailing like a  banshee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(153, 0, 204); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you were 1  year old, she fed you and bathed you.   You thanked her by crying all night  long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(153, 0, 204); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you were 2  years old, she taught you to walk.   You thanked her by running away when she  called. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(153, 0, 204); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you were 3  years old, she made all your meals with love.   You thanked her by tossing your  plate on the floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(153, 0, 204); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you were 4  years old, she gave you some crayons.   You thanked her by coloring the dining  room table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(153, 0, 204); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you were 5  years old, she dressed you for the holidays.   You thanked her by plopping into  the nearest pile of mud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(153, 0, 204); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you were 6  years old, she walked you to school.   You thanked her by screaming, "I'M NOT  GOING!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(153, 0, 204); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you were 7  years old, she bought you a baseball.   You thanked her by throwing it through  the  next-door-neighbor' s window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(153, 0, 204); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you were 8  years old, she handed you an ice cream.   You thanked her by dripping it all  over your lap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(153, 0, 204); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you were 9  years old, she paid for music lessons.  You thanked her by never even bothering  to practice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(153, 0, 204); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you were 10  years old, she drove you all day, from  soccer to gymnastics to one birthday  party after another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(153, 0, 204); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You thanked her by  jumping out of the car and never looking back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;  &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(153, 0, 204); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you were 11  years old, she took you and your friends to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by  asking to sit in a different row. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(153, 0, 204); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you were 12  years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(153, 0, 204); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You thanked her by  waiting until she left the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 102, 255); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Those teenage  years -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 204); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you were 13,  she suggested a haircut that was becoming.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by  telling her she had no taste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 204); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you were 14,  she paid for a month away at summer camp.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by forgetting to  write a single letter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 204); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you were 15,  she came home from work, looking for a hug.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by having your  bedroom door locked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 204); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you were 16,  she taught you how to driver her car.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by taking it every  chance you could. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 204); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you were 17,  she was expecting an important call.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by being  on the phone all night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 153, 204); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you were 18,  she cried at your high school graduation.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by staying out  partying until dawn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(102, 51, 204); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(51, 153, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Growing old and  gray -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(51, 153, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you were 19,  she paid for your college tuition,  drove you to campus, carried your bags. &lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't  be  embarrassed in front of your friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(51, 153, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you were 20,  she asked whether you were seeing anyone.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by saying, "It's  none of your business." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(51, 153, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you were 21,  she suggested certain careers for your future.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by saying, "I  don't want to be like you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(51, 153, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you were 22,  she hugged you at your college graduation.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by asking whether  she could pay for a trip to Europe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(51, 153, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you were 23,  she gave you furniture for your first apartment.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by telling  your friends it was ugly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(51, 153, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you were 24,  she met your fiancé and asked about your plans for the future.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked  her by glaring and growling, "Muuhh-ther, please!"  &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(51, 153, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you were 25,  she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she  loved you.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(51, 153, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you were 30,  she called with some advice on the baby.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by telling her,  "Things are different now." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(51, 153, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When you were 40,  she called to remind you of an relative's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by saying  you were "really busy right now." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(51, 153, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When  you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her  by reading about the burden parents become to their children.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(153, 102, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;And then, one day,  she quietly moved. And everything you never did came  crashing down like  thunder. Let us take a moment of the time just to pay tribute/show appreciation  to  the SPECIAL person called MOTHER though some may not say it openly to their  mother.&lt;br /&gt;There's no substitute for her. Cherished every single moment. Though  at times she may not be the best of friends, may not agree to our  thoughts, she  is still your mother!!!   She will be there for you...to listen to your woes,  your bragging, your&lt;br /&gt;frustrations, etc. Ask yourself. have you put aside  enough time for her, to listen to her  "blues" of working in the kitchen, her  tiredness???   Be tactful, loving and still show her due respect though you may  have a  different view from her.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; direction: ltr; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 102); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Once gone, only  fond memories of the past and also regrets will be left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4900198851848571642-8060499667251084034?l=greenredboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8060499667251084034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4900198851848571642&amp;postID=8060499667251084034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/8060499667251084034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/8060499667251084034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/2007/05/mothers-like-angels.html' title='Mothers like Angels'/><author><name>GreenRedBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419524760941189561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01794813489742515121'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4900198851848571642.post-7391622563383689419</id><published>2007-04-18T05:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-04-23T08:26:11.864Z</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>test1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4900198851848571642-7391622563383689419?l=greenredboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7391622563383689419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4900198851848571642&amp;postID=7391622563383689419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/7391622563383689419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/7391622563383689419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>GreenRedBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419524760941189561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01794813489742515121'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4900198851848571642.post-3856121630671357679</id><published>2007-04-11T16:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-11T16:48:27.322Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal and Personality'/><title type='text'>A friend opinion about my weblog (thanks for opinion's)</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i saw your blog and i think that is very good.&lt;br/&gt;I'm very happy to saw that my text for you was intresting......&lt;br/&gt; I know a lott of people but only few want speak about serious, smart things, about this what they feel and how they look for a life. Maybe remainder dont have nothing intresting to say maybe they scare, because when people speak about important things another person can look his/her soul.&lt;br/&gt;.....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4900198851848571642-3856121630671357679?l=greenredboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3856121630671357679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4900198851848571642&amp;postID=3856121630671357679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/3856121630671357679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/3856121630671357679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/friend-opinion-about-my-weblog-thanks.html' title='A friend opinion about my weblog (thanks for opinion&apos;s)'/><author><name>GreenRedBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419524760941189561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01794813489742515121'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4900198851848571642.post-4660996049169380104</id><published>2007-04-07T19:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-11T06:09:05.503Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi every body&lt;br/&gt;plz tell me about your weblog, i like have some webloger friends, and tell me your opinion about my weblog.&lt;br/&gt;tnx&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4900198851848571642-4660996049169380104?l=greenredboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4660996049169380104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4900198851848571642&amp;postID=4660996049169380104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/4660996049169380104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/4660996049169380104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/hi-every-body-plz-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>GreenRedBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419524760941189561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01794813489742515121'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4900198851848571642.post-8098590373143359699</id><published>2007-04-07T19:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-11T16:22:19.556Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE and LIFE'/><title type='text'>what is love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;i asked from my friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Why a person loves another person? For beauty face? For good manner? For what? What are manner and properties of a person until another person loved her/him? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;and he/she tell me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I dont know why we love somebody. Maybe with the same reasons&lt;br/&gt;that we like somebody more then another. I think that beatiful face in love is no important (for me). This what  I like in people is personality, mentality, beatifull heart. If we want know somebody we need time to know this person. I think the same  with love.&lt;br/&gt;True is that we dont know why we love. For evrything, for nothing.&lt;br/&gt;I think that we cant think about love in brain. We can only feel this.&lt;br/&gt;And maybe this is reason why love is so magic. Because when we love is not important tomorrow, money, evrything is beatiful and so easy.&lt;br/&gt;Now maybe you will think that i'm stupid but you know i real believe in that.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;and i will reaplid:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;first section&lt;br/&gt;Oh , my dear friend you asked me about love .We , as human beings are interrested in quality not materials and that's a delicate matter .for example we adore flower due to its beauty and melow scent . &lt;br/&gt;we love someone due to his/her character and behaviour not just because of he/she is made of human flesh and blood .even in the most inferior form of love(earthy love), we love that person due to his/her body and/or face. and in that case if they lost his beauty(as a result of aging or some diseases), we would no longer love them .Another form of love is to love someone becouse of their qualities and behaviour .In that case we will never come to lose our love and affection toward that person and we'll never leave him/her . &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4900198851848571642-8098590373143359699?l=greenredboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8098590373143359699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4900198851848571642&amp;postID=8098590373143359699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/8098590373143359699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/8098590373143359699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-asked-from-my-friend-why-person-loves.html' title='what is love?'/><author><name>GreenRedBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419524760941189561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01794813489742515121'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4900198851848571642.post-2907682353973348831</id><published>2007-04-07T19:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-11T06:19:25.108Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE and LIFE'/><title type='text'>poem from hafez translated by Shahriar Shahriari to eng</title><content type='html'>You, who are so proud of your name&lt;br/&gt;if you are not in love, then shame!&lt;br/&gt;Befriend not lovers, who are insane,&lt;br/&gt;If sane sobriety is your fame. &lt;br/&gt;Your head is sober from the wine of Love&lt;br/&gt;Drinking grape juice is your game.&lt;br/&gt;Melancholic face and painful cries,&lt;br/&gt;Make lovers' pain, somewhat tame.&lt;br/&gt;Hafiz, let go of infamy and name,&lt;br/&gt;Seek more wine, your drunkenness inflame.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4900198851848571642-2907682353973348831?l=greenredboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2907682353973348831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4900198851848571642&amp;postID=2907682353973348831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/2907682353973348831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/2907682353973348831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/poem-from-hafez-translated-by-shahriar.html' title='poem from hafez translated by Shahriar Shahriari to eng'/><author><name>GreenRedBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419524760941189561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01794813489742515121'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4900198851848571642.post-8328059159079317445</id><published>2007-04-01T18:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-11T06:19:25.109Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE and LIFE'/><title type='text'>what is love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;  Love can transform           the most commonplace           into beauty and splendor           and sweetness and grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; a  sentence from our master leader Imam Ali(A.S):&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There are people who worship Allah to gain His Favors, this is the worship of traders; while there are some who worship Him to keep themselves free from His Wrath, this is the worship of slaves; a few who obey Him out' of their sense of gratitude and obligations, this is the worship of free and noble men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4900198851848571642-8328059159079317445?l=greenredboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8328059159079317445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4900198851848571642&amp;postID=8328059159079317445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/8328059159079317445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/8328059159079317445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/love-can-transform-most-commonplace.html' title='what is love?'/><author><name>GreenRedBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419524760941189561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01794813489742515121'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4900198851848571642.post-3529810248114248734</id><published>2007-04-01T18:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-11T06:19:25.110Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE and LIFE'/><title type='text'>Life is Beauty. beauty poem from my friend</title><content type='html'>Life is beauty, admire it.                  Life is bliss, taste it.                   Life is a dream, realize it.                         Life is a challenge, meet it.                   Life is a duty, complete it.                            Life is a game, play it.                  Life is a promise, fulfill it.                   Life is sorrow, overcome it.                   Life is a song, sing it.                  Life is a struggle, accept it.              Life is a tragedy, confront it.                          Life is an adventure, dare it.                 Life is luck, make it.            Life is too precious, do not destroy it.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Life is life, fight for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4900198851848571642-3529810248114248734?l=greenredboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3529810248114248734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4900198851848571642&amp;postID=3529810248114248734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/3529810248114248734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/3529810248114248734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-is-beauty-beauty-poem-from-my.html' title='Life is Beauty. beauty poem from my friend'/><author><name>GreenRedBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419524760941189561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01794813489742515121'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4900198851848571642.post-373268868664670421</id><published>2007-03-30T09:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-11T06:20:47.112Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political'/><title type='text'>And here are message of our president Dr Mahmood Ahmadinejad for chrismsAnd here are message of our president Dr Mahmood Ahmadinejad for chrisms</title><content type='html'>And here are message of our president Dr Mahmood Ahmadinejad for chrisms&lt;br/&gt;I send it for you know our concept about Jesus (peace be upon Him):&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Merry Christmas to everyone! &lt;br/&gt;In the Name of Almighty God, the Most Merciful, the Most Compassionate&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Merry Christmas to everyone!&lt;br/&gt;My sincere congratulations to everyone for the Glorious and Auspicious Birthday of Divine Prophet - confirmed and authenticated by Gabriel, the angel of Divine revelation - the Obedient of Almighty God,&lt;br/&gt;Jesus Christ, the Messiah (peace be upon Him)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; He was a messenger of peace, devotion and love based upon monotheism and justice. He was raised in His Mother’s hand – Virgin Mary (peace be upon her) – that Almighty God stood her as impeccable and exalted her above the women of the world. The Mother and the Son that in the Divine Sight are reputable and prestigious. And they are positioned by God – The All Wise- at a sublime level.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; There’s no doubt, after God – the Peerless Creator, the Beneficent, the Merciful – created the human beings, did not forsake them on their own. By sending and assigning the emissaries – prophets and messengers - along with the righteous individuals, and on top of that, by providing and utilizing the mankind with the gifts of intellect and human nature, they are guided in the right path – in order to achieve the complete perfection. The human generations – one after another – were not created to live in anguish, intimidation, skirmish, aggression, oppression, and misery. And without enjoying an amity and fraternity atmosphere - replete of love and justice – depart this life and leave it for the next generations.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The philosophy of human creation is: reaching the pinnacle of bliss, construction of immaculate life, efflorescence of all potentialities and talents, implementation of justice and devotion across the world amongst all human beings. This is one of the definite Divine promises that when the world is filled with oppression and enmity by the tyrants and oppressors, it will become full of justice by the reappearance of the promised Savior. All the Divine Prophets have clearly announced this fact.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Unfortunately during the history, some egoistic and tyrant individuals have existed that stood against the convocations and the sermons of the Divine Prophets. And these tyrants and oppressors were the causation of all the adversities and the originator of all wars and animosities.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Today’s status quo of the world is obvious of everyone. In occupied Palestine, Iraq, Afghanistan, Africa, and South America and even in Europe and North America, due to the interests of despotic dominant rulers’ parties and clans and also for filling up their pockets, the dignity, benevolence, peace and tranquility of the human beings have been taken to abattoir and slaughtered. And then, lie and deception are positioned for honesty and truth.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Many peoples are exasperated from the present situation of the world. And they have come to the conclusion that the existed procedure, method and technique can not provide tranquilly and peace to the mankind.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Frankly, if Jesus Christ – the Messiah (peace be upon Him) was present today, how would He react? And whom would He stand with and against?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; If Jesus Christ (peace be upon Him) was present today, he would order an encounter against those who would propagate corruption, obscenity and perversion, and try to nullify and exterminate the merits and the rights of women and diminish their position – a position that virgin Mary (peace be upon Her) – is their role model and sample.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; If Jesus Christ (peace be upon Him) was present today, He would order a contention against those who try to discharge the world from morality, spirituality, intellectuality, justice, and peace. And accordingly, the true followers of the Divine Prophets would follow their steps in regard to strengthening the morality, intellectuality, spirituality, peace and justice in the world.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Although last year was accompanied with many injustices, aggressions, and many violation of rights, but the calls and outcries of begging and imploring from God and demanding justice were louder. Day by day, nations would realize the power of faith and godliness. They would go for peace and justice more than before and give a positive answer to the Divine prophets’ sermons and would tell to their Creator – Almighty God “Here am I!” Praise the Lord!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; The same way that Jesus Christ (peace be upon Him) invited the people to goodness and perfection, and also avoid them from evil, atrocity and aggression, His true followers do the same. With the belief in God and the Hereafter, they are frontiers in righteousness.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Certainly, the implementation of the Divine Prophets’ commands and directions would reform and improve our lives in this world and would safeguard a satisfying afterlife conjunctionally.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;  We believe that the beloved Jesus Christ – the Messiah (peace be upon Him and His Mother) would also reappear for the fulfillment of the promises of all the Divine prophets. And together – accompanying the invited of the nations – would bring all the beauties and goodness for humanity of the world. And we are getting close to that date.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; While commemorating the birthday of the Prophet of amity, love and devotion – Jesus Christ, the Messiah (peace be upon Him and His beloved Mother) and congratulating the new year, I beg God – the Merciful, the All-Wise – a year of bliss, and health and a year replete of blessing, abundance, success, and affection for everyone, specially the Christian of Iran and the world.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Written by Mahmood Ahmadinejad at 22:42&lt;br/&gt;Reference:  &lt;a href="http://www.ahmadinejad.ir/"&gt;http://www.ahmadinejad.ir/&lt;/a&gt; (personal web log of president)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4900198851848571642-373268868664670421?l=greenredboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/feeds/373268868664670421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4900198851848571642&amp;postID=373268868664670421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/373268868664670421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/373268868664670421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-here-are-message-of-our-president.html' title='And here are message of our president Dr Mahmood Ahmadinejad for chrismsAnd here are message of our president Dr Mahmood Ahmadinejad for chrisms'/><author><name>GreenRedBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419524760941189561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01794813489742515121'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4900198851848571642.post-3049394315575833792</id><published>2007-03-30T09:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-11T06:19:25.111Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE and LIFE'/><title type='text'>A Poem for Each &amp; Every Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An email from a friend to me:&lt;br /&gt;Hi  My dear friend !!&lt;br /&gt;A Poem for Each &amp; Every Day&lt;br /&gt;       Border of golden flowers&lt;br /&gt;May you have...&lt;br /&gt;Enough happiness to keep you sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Enough trials to keep you strong,&lt;br /&gt;Enough sorrow to keep you human,&lt;br /&gt;Enough hope to keep you happy,&lt;br /&gt;Enough failure to keep you humble,&lt;br /&gt;Enough success to keep you eager,&lt;br /&gt;Enough friends to give you comfort,&lt;br /&gt;Enough wealth to meet your needs,&lt;br /&gt;Enough enthusiasm to look forward,&lt;br /&gt;Enough faith to banish depression,&lt;br /&gt;Enough determination to make each day better than yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I hope to hear you soon&lt;br /&gt;salam alikom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my answer:&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend:&lt;br /&gt;This poem was a one of nice and great poem that I read.&lt;br /&gt;Specially these sentences:&lt;br /&gt;Enough trials to keep you strong,&lt;br /&gt;Enough sorrow to keep you human,&lt;br /&gt;Enough failure to keep you humble,&lt;br /&gt;Enough determination to make each day better than yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Note that attract me was word: enough not less and not more just enough&lt;br /&gt;Very tnx for poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4900198851848571642-3049394315575833792?l=greenredboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3049394315575833792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4900198851848571642&amp;postID=3049394315575833792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/3049394315575833792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/3049394315575833792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/2007/03/poem-for-each-every-day.html' title='A Poem for Each &amp; Every Day'/><author><name>GreenRedBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419524760941189561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01794813489742515121'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4900198851848571642.post-1947277826768457612</id><published>2007-03-29T16:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-11T06:24:23.901Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion Religious and Belief'/><title type='text'>An email about Jesus in Islam</title><content type='html'>In the name of Allah&lt;br/&gt; My dear friend&lt;br/&gt;Hi and salamYou asked me about Jesus: We as Muslims believe that Allah (god) has sent many prophets to lead humans to the right way, But 5 prophets are of a very great position in Islam: Noah, Abraham, mosses, Jesus, Mohammad. We believe that these people are chosen for a common goal which is to lead human in a way to make them perfect.&lt;br/&gt;It's said in our holy book (Koran) about Jesus:&lt;br/&gt;Bahgare verse: 87: "And verily we gave unto Moses the scripture and we caused a train of messengers to follow after him. And we gave unto Jesus, son of Mary, clear proofs (of Allah's sovereignty), and we support –ed him with the holy spirit. 1 is it ever so, that when there cometh unto you a messenger (from Allah) with that which we yourselves desire not, ye grow arrogant, and some ye disbelieve and some ye slay"&lt;br/&gt;And baghare verse: 136: say (O Muslims): we believe in Allah and that which is revealed unto us and that which was revealed unto Abraham and Ishmael, and Isaac, and Jacob, and the tribes, and that which Moses and Jesus received, and that which the prophets received from their lord. We make no distinction between any of them, and unto Him we have surrendered.&lt;br/&gt;If you like I send for you more text about Jesus in Islam&lt;br/&gt;(tnx from &lt;a href="http://www.englishbaby.com/findfriends/gallery/detail/74445"&gt;on_the_freedom_road&lt;/a&gt; for help me to translation)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4900198851848571642-1947277826768457612?l=greenredboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1947277826768457612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4900198851848571642&amp;postID=1947277826768457612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/1947277826768457612'/><link rel='self' 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to english.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;contact me from Email or comments.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4900198851848571642-786104005771456469?l=greenredboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/feeds/786104005771456469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4900198851848571642&amp;postID=786104005771456469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/786104005771456469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/786104005771456469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_9444.html' title='second step, have a management for myself'/><author><name>GreenRedBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419524760941189561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01794813489742515121'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4900198851848571642.post-5445772682342910191</id><published>2006-09-21T03:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-11T06:19:25.113Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE and LIFE'/><title type='text'>comment for comment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plz help me for translating from persian to english.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;contact me from Email or comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4900198851848571642-5445772682342910191?l=greenredboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5445772682342910191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4900198851848571642&amp;postID=5445772682342910191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/5445772682342910191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/5445772682342910191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/2006/09/comment-for-comment.html' title='comment for comment'/><author><name>GreenRedBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419524760941189561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01794813489742515121'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4900198851848571642.post-3004345555543687325</id><published>2006-09-19T03:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-11T06:28:09.883Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal and Personality'/><title type='text'>Once more, start changing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;plz help me for translating from persian to english.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;contact me from Email or comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4900198851848571642-3004345555543687325?l=greenredboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3004345555543687325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4900198851848571642&amp;postID=3004345555543687325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/3004345555543687325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/3004345555543687325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/2006/09/once-more-start-changin.html' title='Once more, start changing'/><author><name>GreenRedBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419524760941189561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01794813489742515121'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4900198851848571642.post-6712096794843683691</id><published>2006-09-19T03:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-04-11T06:28:09.884Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal and Personality'/><title type='text'>About personal status!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;plz help me for translating from persian to english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;contact me from Email or comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4900198851848571642-6712096794843683691?l=greenredboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6712096794843683691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4900198851848571642&amp;postID=6712096794843683691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/6712096794843683691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/6712096794843683691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_19.html' title='About personal status!'/><author><name>GreenRedBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419524760941189561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01794813489742515121'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4900198851848571642.post-678549946436446944</id><published>2006-09-18T05:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-11T06:19:25.114Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal and Personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE and LIFE'/><title type='text'>who am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Green Red Boy&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meaning of name:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. A boy who is green! Maybe meaning who has a many hair?! And maybe meaning have a green mind, positive mind, Succulent and promising mind. Brain light!&lt;br/&gt;2. a boy who is red! Maybe his face is red! Or his tongue is pointed and sharp!&lt;br/&gt;You see, I think its meaning is more!!&lt;br/&gt;Age: not very old!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gender: male&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About me:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A sane man but he is heartburning to infatuate. His life is full of climbing and throwing.&lt;br/&gt;He’s Alone in inside and social in outside of heart. He is affectionate (lover)) of cry.&lt;br/&gt;A Baby is who fear of walking. A Bird that searched for bait in earth cause it forgets fly and sky! A horse that don’t running and chicken eagle that fear for again fly! A student is that life his teacher. An eyes that don’t see and the end: a man who see the really lover but he never change to really lover!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desire:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Until end of my life, I don’t crest fallen!&lt;br/&gt;Until end of my life, I am living with credit and honor. I like cause of honor and credit for my religion, my country and my parents.&lt;br/&gt;I like, front of my leader, I will be consistent and unshaken with Glorious. I like every day of life I benign with my parent, my friend and all the people of the world. I like I die when I am in the Sky&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interestedness:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Art of fighting, Mountain climbing, silent Desert, A breath of fresh air in the morning, traveling and talking with the people of other country &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4900198851848571642-678549946436446944?l=greenredboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/feeds/678549946436446944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4900198851848571642&amp;postID=678549946436446944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/678549946436446944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/678549946436446944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_18.html' title='who am I?'/><author><name>GreenRedBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419524760941189561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01794813489742515121'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4900198851848571642.post-2055580841642333492</id><published>2006-09-10T04:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-11T06:28:09.886Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal and Personality'/><title type='text'>Why am I writing a web log?</title><content type='html'>In the name of Allah&lt;br /&gt;Hi&lt;br /&gt;My web log name is “delnevesht”, means writing of heart.&lt;br /&gt;(corrected: My web log name is Del Nevesht, means THE writing of THE heart)&lt;br /&gt;I create this blog for write about anything that I see, I understanding, my questions and … until share writing with you and listen to your belief, concept and idea.&lt;br /&gt;(Corrected: I created this blog to write about anything that I see, I understand, my questions and evenl sharing my writing with you and listening to your beliefs, concepts and ideas)&lt;br /&gt;I don’t write new thing in blog! Because thousands year human leaving in the earth and more than 50 years people write in the internet! I just repeat again!&lt;br /&gt;(Corrected: I won't write new things in the blog! Because for thousands of years humans have lived on Earth and for more than 50 years people have writen in the internet! I would just repeat again!)&lt;br /&gt;I writing two language, Persian (my native Lang) and English (which I want learning).&lt;br /&gt;(Corrected: I will write in two languages, Persian (my native language) and English (which I want to learn).)&lt;br /&gt;If you see any mistake in my writing please tell me, whit this action you happy me very!&lt;br /&gt;(Corrected: If you see any mistakes in my writing please tell me so, doing this you'll make me very glad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Thanks to Adrian Sieradzki for correcting this post)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4900198851848571642-2055580841642333492?l=greenredboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2055580841642333492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4900198851848571642&amp;postID=2055580841642333492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/2055580841642333492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4900198851848571642/posts/default/2055580841642333492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenredboy.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-am-i-writing-web-log.html' title='Why am I writing a web log?'/><author><name>GreenRedBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419524760941189561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01794813489742515121'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>