Dream!

Last night I dreamed a colorful butterfly


who wandered in the height of the sky

And smelled the perfumed flowers of the heaven

I asked her startled

How could you fly so far

“I asked God when I was in coffin”

She replied wittingly

“To pull me a little nearer”

by Fahime

Flashy Light among ashes

How fast the time passes!

When I review my memories among dashes

I can see many patches

Of sorrow and sadden

How well the sorrow were

I could see the light of the candle

Through the mouth of the terrible tunnel

Which was winking with kind laughter

And said in worldly words

“Come to my bosom

The alone blossom

Dry your wet petal

Be sure that your protector

Never leaves you deserted

by Fahime

Love seemed so easy at first, but it led to many difficulties

You are a full moon and the sun has become your slave,

And in becoming your slave it has become luminous

That is why the rays cast by your visage

Have made the sun luminous and the moon bright

I am your adherent, o beloved, and I know that you know it
For you see both the unseen, and read the unwritten

How can a caviler comprehend what there is between a lover and a beloved

A blind can especially never see hidden mysteries

Dishevel your tree and rouse Sufi to leaping and dancing

To make him shake away a thousand idols from every patch of his garment

The relief in the affairs of the zealous lies in the eyebrow of the beloved

For God’s sake, sit for a moment and loosen the knot in your brow

The angel resolved to kiss the ground in reverence to Adam

For, in your beauty he observed something above human limit

The tress fragrance of lovely ones is the lamp kindler of your eye

O LORD, let not the wind of dispersion bring grief to this group

Alas, for the pleasure of night sitting that was passed in the sleep of dawn

O heart, you know not the value of time except when you are helpless

By Fahime Fathi


The poem of Hafez Shirazi
Dr:Alaeddin Pazargadi

The Hero and Heroine of the Life

It was a vernal day. The playful wind was twisting the orange blossoms on the green and interweaved boughs of the old and proud trees. The free concert of the group of the singer robins and nightingales had enraptured the vivid plain. It seemed as if the plain and it’s beautiful nature were dancing together.

The two little girls, Emily and Virginia, had sat under one of the trees. Virginia said, “My father is a hero.” Emily asked, “What does hero means?” Virginia paused a little, posed philosophically, and replied, “You know, he is a kind of man who sacrifices all of his property and endangers himself to keep safe the other’s life or any worthy thing.” Emily listened it carefully and asked hastily “so why is your father a hero?” Virginia replied honorably “because he fought in war to protect the country and received the medal of glory” When Virginia asked her whether her father was a hero; her pink lips and gaze were motionless because she did not know what to say.

Many years passed and little Emily became a tall and attractive young girl. She was spending the moments of her youth joyfully but these happy moments did not last long. One night, suddenly, a horrible pain overwhelmed her thin body. The fear and fretfulness had filled her parents. They took her to the hospital hurriedly. She just heard some sentences and did not understand any thing anymore. They were these: “Unfortunately, both of her kidneys have stopped working. She needs two kidneys to be transplanted urgently unless she can not live any more.”

The pats of the breeze tickled her pink cheek and made her eyes open while her head was toward the window. The blue color of the vast heaven had reflected in her eyes. The pattern of the sun and the colorful rainbow on the sky were the signs to say her that she was alive but she did not know how. “Doctor, she has come out of comma,” the nurse said. She turned her eyes and saw the kind face of the doctor at first glance. The doctor smiled and said, “You seem well today.” Emily muttered, “Where are my parents?” The doctor looked at her meaningfully and said, “They are in the next room .You can see them later,” then leaved her fast. Confusion had captured her mind, “Why are they there,” “Why should I see them later.” Neither she could move to go there nor could she stand to wait. At last, she pleaded the nurse to take her to the next room.





When she entered the room, she saw the two glittering angels of her life on the bed.

She could see the reflection of rainbow on their beautiful and holy faces .At once, she recalled her little friend’s question and whispered, “Virginia, not only my father is a hero but also my mother is because each of them sacrificed one of their kidney to save my life”.

by Fahime

Hijab : The mother of pearl or The Chains of Captivity?

Most of the men seems to be allergic to this motto “Observe and respect the Islamic hijab.” When they see it on the wall, the entrance doors of shops or hear it in the religious speech or anywhere, a bitter and deplorable or mocking and scoffing smile covers their faces deliberately and consciously. Of course, the kind of these smirks depends on the kinds of men.

“The word ‘Hijab’ comes from the Arabic word ‘ hijaba’ meaning to hide from view or conceal”(www. Jannah.org).

As God has created the humans, he has designated special kinds of coverings for men and women in any religion. Hijab is not excluded to Islam religion but it has been mentioned in Bible too. Corinthians 11 (3-10) offer one example: "But I would have you know, that the head of every man is Christ; and the head of the woman is the man; and the head of Christ is God. Every man praying or prophesying having his head covered, dishonoreth his head. But every woman that prayeth or prophesieth with her head uncovered dishonoreth her head: for that is even all one as if she were shaven. For if the woman be not covered, let her also be shorn or shaven; but if it be a hame for a woman to be shorn or shaven, let her be covered. For a man indeed ought not to cover his head, for as much as he is the image and glory of God: but the woman is the glory of the man. For the man is not of the woman; but the woman of the man. For this cause ought the woman to have power on her head because of the angels.” (www.english.emory.edu/Bahri/Veil.html). The majority of the men in the world have accepted this fact that Islam is the most complete religion and Quran is the best and the most comprehensive and exhaustive holy book to teach them how to live and enjoy of it. If we have enough knowledge of this religion, we will surely know that God has ordered us to obey hijab and has emphasized on it. For example, he has said "O Prophet, tell your wives and daughters and the believing women to draw their outer garments around them (when they go out or are among men). That is better in order that they may be known (to be Muslims) and not annoyed..." (Qur'an 33:59).

Every one believe in this principle that there are compassionately expediencies behind the divine orders, so we must trust in God .God has mentioned explicitly in Quran that Islam is not the religion of constraint and compulsion. Every man who can grasp deeply the witty reasons of God for emphasizing on hijab, accept it sincerely, not by force. The men who believe that hijab is a barrier for human and a mistaken divine order do not discern that our unique infinite mother does not offer us the hemlock glass instead of nectar glass. On the other hand, God has determined his commands according to the men’s capacity. "Our Lord and Sustainer do not condemn us if we forget or do wrong. Our Lord and Sustainer, do not put a burden on us like the burden You put on those who were before us. Our Lord and Sustainer, do not put a burden on us that we cannot endure. And blot out (our sins) and forgive us, and be gentle to us. You are the protector .So help us against the rejecters.” (surah al-Bagharat ayeh 286).

Unfortunately, the men of the contemporary society have changed into charming, animated, and wishy-washy dolls that are running, panting and wheezing in the universal competition of fashion aimlessly. At first, this contagious disease spreads among the teens and young generation who want to glitter like a diamond gem of a ring and attract the other’s attention. As the result of this natural instinct, they try to do the best in any cost.

Unfortunately, most of them get the wrong idea that the women’s, girl’s or men’s` attraction is in their external beauty. Allah does not look at our body and face but he looks at our hearrt. God has created the unique men with distinctive feature and inner beauty for moral purposes not immoral ones. One of the reasons of God’s emphasizing on hijab is preserving of the men’s personality. Disobeying of this rule does not harm God but it degrades the human’s personality, values, and society. In Islam, the women’s hijab is more advised because of their instinctive beauty, “And say to the believing women that they should lower their gaze and guard their modesty; and that they should not display their beauty and ornaments except what must ordinarily appear thereof; that they should draw their veils over their bosoms and not display their beauty except to their husbands..." (Qur'an 24:30-31). In fact, the women and girls who have matured conceptuality and rationality know that hijab keeps them valuable and rare like a pearl in a shell. The advantage of it for them is that the men respect them as a pure, luminous, and divine blessing of knowledge and wisdom.

Security is one of the crucial issues of the men and women in the present mish-mash world. It is more essential for women rather than men .At this point, we have to return to hijab because its obeying keeps protected not only the men but also the society. Now, the women have tendency to emerge in the different social fields of society and this needs a safe society. In fact, the women themselves make it safe or dangerous. If they spend their energy for useful and social activities rather than making up and wearing cloth for hours in front of the mirror, not only they will bring success for themselves socially but make a safe society, without any jeopardy. On the other hand, they change the capricious men’s attitude to the women’s situation. Surely, hijab is one of the means that secure humans of some sins and problems. Becoming wobbly of the foundations of the family, divorce, corruption and the other thousand similar examples is the least losses of the ignorance of hijab. Our Prophet Mohammed (s.a.w.) has said that on the Day of Judgment, such people would be brought forward for trail on charges of quasi-crimes in which they had a share of responsibility. They would plead that they did not commit those crimes, but then they would be told that they removed their Hijab and attracted this person, which made him indulge in those crimes. Although it is said that every one has free will to do what s\he wants, some actions injure and corrupt not only the men but also the society. In this case, they are forbidden to do freely.

Some men, specially the girls and women thinks that hijab keep them in chains and fetters like the poor salves of the pre-Islamic period.

They do not know that they are the slaves of their evil desires not holy Islamic rules. God is beautiful and loves beauty. God says that his best pious men are those who are well dressed, tidy and consider observing the rule of hygiene, oral hygiene, and mental health. Islam is the religion of modesty. Every rule of God is just a moderate suggestion not a savage command for men who have reason. Imam Jaffer Sadiq (a.s.) says, “Modesty is the symbol of faith and whoever has no modesty (Hijab), has no religion”. Also we have heard that “Every religion has a distinctive quality, and the distinctive quality of Islam is modesty”(al-Bayhaqi, Ibn Majan and in Malik`s Muwatta).

The only – I think the best- limitation of Islamic rules about clothes is that they must cover all parts of body and head properly. "Ayesha (R) reported that Asmaa the daughter of Abu Bakr (R) came to the Messenger of Allah (S) while wearing thin clothing. He approached her and said: 'O Asmaa! When a girl reaches the menstrual age, it is not proper that anything should remain exposed except this and this. He pointed to the face and hands." (Abu Dawood) .The clothes must be loose and long enough not to looks so shiny. The Prophet Muhammad (S) stated that in later generations of his ummah there would be "women who would be dressed but naked and on top of their heads (what looks like) camel humps. Curse them for they are truly cursed. Women must not dress so as to appear as men”. "Ibn Abbas narrated: 'The Prophet (S) cursed the men who appear like women and the women who appear like men'" (Bukhari). The clothing should be modest, not excessively fancy and also not excessively ragged to gain others admiration or sympathy.

The God’s commands in Islam are so sweet and attractive that charm every one even the western men. God has advised every one to search in Islam and understand it deeply, and then they accept it and its rules consciously and voluntarily. The western men and women, who research into Islamic rules and meditate on it, accept it joyfully. Surprisingly, God’s command in Islam penetrate in their heart and fill it, then the standing of nothing is painful for them in this never-ending and rugged road even the boycott and the blames .

The parts of the letter of Jenn Zaghloul who has become Muslim can be a good evidence to prove this claime.”I soon came to realize that I very wrong. In fact, the hijab was the perfect outlet for women to seek liberation, respect, and ultimate freedom from sexual harassment and the liking. For years and years I would wake up extra early to style my hair according to what was 'in' at the time. I would spend over an hour caking make-up onto my face, trying to look beautiful - but never quite sure for who? Each morning I would eventually make my way out into the world - not really prepared to be judged, solely on my physical appearance, by every person I was to encounter along my path. Now that I look back at who I was then, it makes me grateful to Allah (SWT) to see how far he has brought me. For a time, I was confused and somewhat lost, as are many young women in non-Islamic nations - trying desperately to fit in to a society that dictates that beauty is naked, emaciated teenagers on a billboards selling perfume and underwear. I recently read that some of those models and actors that I once adored, practically have to kill themselves to look the way they do. From face-lifts to lipo-suction. Some even go as far as having their ribs removed so they can have tiny waists! The harder I tried to fit in, the more frustrated I became. It finally dawned on me that the images being flashed in front of me 24 hours a day could not possibly be true representations women's liberation. I was convinced that there had to be a simpler answer somewhere. It was at this point that I decided it was time to put some more thought into this whole 'hijab' issue. And I did. For 3.5 years I contemplated the thought of wearing hijab, but the fear inside of me was overwhelming. I was afraid of what my friends would say. I was afraid of what my professors and colleagues might think. I was terrified that I would be harassed at work, or even worse - fired! All of these thoughts raced through my mind, day in and day out. Each time I seriously though about doing it I would say, "But, I'm not ready yet!" A very convenient excuse I must say! I finally said to myself, "Jennifer, look at the big picture!" Now, when I say big picture, I don't mean next week, or in a few months or even 25 years down the road. I mean the akhira - the hear-after. I asked myself a very straightforward question. Who am I going to fear? These strangers who I know not or Allah? I finally convinced myself that it was time for me to take this step closer to Allah, as difficult as it may have seemed at the time. Just over a year has gone by now and I can honesty tell you that I have never felt more free or more at peace with myself and the world around me. In all fairness I will be honest and tell you that it wasn't an easy thing to do. Quite frankly, it was probably the most difficult challenge I've had to face in my life. Isn't it ironic how that works? The things that will benefit us most and that make the most sense are often those we fail to realize or have difficulty accepting. To me the hijab not only represents modesty, purity, righteousness and protection but truly is the ultimate state of respect and liberation. Alhamdou lilah, I am free!” (www. Jannah.org).

I think that the problem of those Muslims, who don’t obey hijab and mock it, is that they haven’t comprehended the real meaning of it correctly. It’s real meaning is just wearing moderately. At first, the society must consider these men’s attitude, appearance, and behaviors as a kind of abnormality not deliberate crimes or sins. It must not treat them as sinners but the ignored men who need to be guided respectfully. IN The name of Allah, the compassionate, the merciful. I swear by the time ,most surely man is in loss, except those who believe and do good,and enjoin on each other truth ,and enjoin on each other patience. Al- Asr(The Declining Day)103:1-3

The society must give them enough opportunity and chance to comprehend Islam and its rules deeply and fall in love with God and his commands specially hijab. After that, no action is necessary because hijab Has become their best shelter and their beloved’s favorite, so they accept it from the bottom of heart. In fact, they become aware of their blunder and regret of wasting their limited time of living in this way ignorantly. The physical and violent reactions have no other result but more prevalence of disobeying. If we try to be just, we will accept that there is not much blame in the young generation to be impressed by the other’s culture because nothing remains hidden in this small global village. The insulting reaction against not observing the proper Islamic dress code, not only injure the men’s soul but also make them obstinate.

The deep comprehension of Islam and information of Islamic commands can dissolve nearly all of the problems of this critical issue. Ironically, most of the people reject hijab while they don’t know its original definition. Fairly, Islam and its command is not to be despised and criticized so ruthlessly even by the western because nothing is compulsory in this religion even it’s acceptance. It has determined it’s orders like a kind –hearted mother for the children’s expediency not to sacrifice their “Akhira” for success on the alluring mirage of “Dunya”. It cries loudly that hijab is not against the freedom but it is the real freedom. Hijab is a divine compassionate expediency to keep human’s values, personality and security, a path toward the peak of the successive mountains and a kind of mean to try to make utopia.

I am a Muslim woman

Feel free to ask me why

When I walk

I walk with dignity

When I speak

I do not lie

I am a Muslim woman

Not all of me you'll see

But what you should appreciate

Is that the choice I make is free

I'm not plagued with depression

I'm neither cheated nor abused

I don't envy other women

And I'm certainly not confused

Note, I speak perfect English

Et un petit peu de Francais aussie

I'm majoring in Linguistics

So you need not speak slowly

I run my own small business

Every cent I earn is mine

I drive my Chevy to school & work

And no, that's not a crime!

You often stare as I walk by

You don't understand my veil

But peace and power I have found

As I am equal to any male!

I am a Muslim woman

So please don't pity me

For God has guided me to truth

And now I'm finally free!

( awww. Jannah.org).

By Fahime

Apartment living: Brotherhood or Duel?

The population has full-grown so much that it seems as if the towns or even the earth cannot breathe any more and would burst one day. The increasing growth of luxurious apartments and sky-scraping towers is a kind of firm document that prove this fact. Because of this, dissimilar people from special towns with diverse cultures, ideas and attitudes dwell in these apartments.

In this situation, they are not stranger to each other any more but they are neighbours. In Islam religion, it has been said that the neighbours are more acquainted than the relatives are and there must be a mutual respect and love among them.

Obviously, entrance to every place has its own special formal and informal rules and disciplines, so the residence and living in the apartments is not the exception to the rules. Living in apartments has it’s own special culture and all of the inhabitants must know it and be loyal to it.

In general, the apartments or the towers must be the circles and assemblies for exchanging of love, respect, sympathy, unification, unity, and cooperation. The settlers must take pleasure in spending time together and helping each other and be grateful for these unforgettable moments.

Unfortunately, these days, different vague factors and causes have changed these kindhearted circles in to the battlefields. One of the factors is that the technology era has put a heavy burden of private and official stresses and anxieties on the men’s shoulder that they cannot carry and put up with it. Because of this, every one just thinks of himself and is indifference to the other people’s personality and rights. The coldhearted and unfriendly sentiment of tiredness and moodiness freeze their hot hearts and get cold their warm blood. On the other hand, the dwellers are not able to get the unified rules about their apartment which make all of them satisfied .In other words, the sweet and pleasant sense of mercy and forbearance have become a rare and expensive goods in the mini-mall of men’s hearts. Unfortunately, the sense of participation has been faded and they cannot cope with public rules to preserve each other’s right. In addition, they cannot reach a kind of unification to accept each other’s habits, culture, and behaviors and try to moderate them not to annoy others. All of these factors cause a disastrous discord and chaotic which make a hellish life and atmosphere.

One of the factors that make neighbours grumble is the extreme noise in the apartments. Unfortunately, some of the families imagine their houses in the apartments as private houses in the center of an abandoned dessert so they do whatever they want. For example, they turn up the auditory achievements of the twentieth century so much that the huge figure of the apartment shakes let alone the poor residents.

Although it is said that the guests causes blessing for their hosts, sometimes, they get into trouble the others. Sometimes, the entrance and the departure of some neighbour’s guests make mad all of the inhabitants. At the time of arrival, they hug and kiss each other and express their endearing emotions in the center of corridors so loud and effective that they wound and rent the other inhabitant’s hearts. The hearing of these maddening noises recall us the news of the meeting of two families after one hundred years in the yellow papers. At the time of departure, their big fuss and expression of painful feelings of untying each other make the other residents red of anger. Optimistically, we can paraphrase that these neighbors feel so close to others in the apartment who do not want deprive the other inhabitants of their inner feeling so they forget to look at their watch to see that it is mid-night and others are asleep














. On the other hand, the neighbour’s hot discussion, talk, or wrangling deprive the others of the pleasant and rare moments of peace and present them tension. Some dear neighbours find the garage as proper place to do whatever they want. For example, early in the morning, they turn on their car and step on the gas for a long time so That the fuss and dark fog of gas fill the entire atmosphere. In addition, they shut the door so harshly and brutally that all of the glasses of the poor apartment rattle tremendously.














Sometimes, the little children mistake the apartment for kindergartens or parks and cry happily or sadly so loud that their irritating sounds echo in the other’s ear and they have to enjoy of this soft harmony.








The other issues that the entire people think of it as a joke is public participation, cooperation and sharing in all of problems of the apartment building. One of the unsavory scenes in the apartments is apparent in every month. The poor manager of the apartment goes up and down the stairs to plead the respectable neighbours to pay the bill of water, electricity, etc or the man who wash the apartment honorably. Unfortunately, some of these respectable neighbors avoid of paying under the excuses such as spoiling their rights in consumption. Anyway, they make mad or injure the pitiable manager and make a kind chaotic atmosphere in the apartment.























On the other hand, they clean their houses with precise obsession and make dirty the corridors with absolute negligence. Maybe, they believe that the motto of “our town is our house so keep it clean” is used to decorate garbage can in the streets and does not have any relevance to their apartments. Not only the apartments are dirty but also they are disorderly and untidy. The scene of the withered planets, dirty doors and paved corridor with the wandering and scattered shoes make every one regretful and hopeless of living among all of these civilization. All of these chaotic, disarrangements and law breaking encourage the evil mind-set of hatred among the inhabitants and make enmity and hostility .

At this stage, the reaction of insults and impudence are replaced with the sense of respect because dear neighbours cannot stand each other any more. For example, they speak ill of each other .Also, the amusing and lovely emotion of obstinacy let them do whatever they want to aggravate others. For example, they squander the water, electricity, etc to increase the payment of the bills and increase their neighbour`s blood pressure .In this situation, the men’s creativity works well and does bizarre actions to make the others crazy and gnash their teeth.

In conclusion, we can find remarkable evidences to believe in this matter that living in the apartments and spending times with others assist us to mature mentally and gather rich experiences. If all of the people believe that they are the members of one single figure, they will know the value of togetherness .Surely, obstinacy and antagonism don’t dissolve the problems because we live in the busy world of twentieth century and have to get along with each other. If all of the inhabitants of the apartment oblige themselves to consider each other’s right, increase the sense of public participation and love each other more, the apartments will become the loveliest place or even utopia to live and love.


By Fahime

Copy right or copy wrong?

The populated and cosmic world of twentieth century is effervescent and dynamic volcano of attitudes believes and created reflection that is erupting every instant. This sudden or gradual eruption of the ingenious ideas emerges in the types of distinctive writings, films, pictures, articles artistic works, and songs. Then these noticeable productions are published and broadcasted in the entire world through variant media extensively. The human’s wisdom and the technology era co- operate to facilitate human’s access to these unrivalled masterpieces in diverse fields such as literature, art, music, etc. The thirsty members of data of this worldwide village take advantages or disadvantages of these accessible informations that is got as easy as a b c. The owners or the authors of this works have passed a long and rough path and slipped on the narrow border of dangerous cliffs to achieve these moral treasures. Fortunately or unfortunately, the men copy and make use of them with or without permission. Can we name them as the cruel plunderer pessimistically or the eager seekers of the rare and hidden mysteries and knowledge optimistically?

There are two kind of information. One of them is named as public release that can be disclosed and copy righted publicly through different media. The other kind is called public domain that is both public release and not copyright (http://www.dtic.mil/ ). I think that the copyright issue does not deserve to be criticized harshly and zealously or indifferently. It is a relative issue and must be considered rationally. I believe that the correctness or incorrectness of copy right depends on the special situations and considered materials. Therefore, we can terminate that Sometimes, it is right and sometimes it is wrong.

The right and rational way of copy writing is asking for permission. Some problems and barriers dissuade men from walking in this right path. Some times the owner is anonymous or inaccessible. In other words, we do not have any access to them to get permission. On the other hand, some times, there is just single version of a useful, scientific, precious, and referential original productions and they are basic, crucial, compulsory and required for libraries, students, and professors. In addition, although, the other kinds of productions are available, they are so expensive and rare that the interested and middle class sophisticated men cannot afford them. So, they can not help copying them even without permission.

Some men believe that “the fair use” of copy righted materials under the copy right law includes the use of protected materials for non-commercial and educational purposes such as teaching, scholarships, research ,criticism, commentary and new reporting is legal.(http://www.dtic.mil/)

In other cases we are not allowed legally or religiously to reproduce and distribute the other’s work without their permission. The only one, who can make copy of the work or change it, is the owner. Imagine that you have had created a kind of masterpiece such as a drama and you have won a noble prize for it. Then, Wicked men from every spot of the world copiy and distribute it without your permission. What would be your reaction and feeling? Even its imagination is maddening. Now, is it fair to pillage the result of a man’s last long hard toiling?

The earthy men’s intelligence and brainpower can both plunge them in a deep and stinking swamp or promote human’s spirit toward the heaven. The ignorant men have forgotten that the reason of creation of their excellent and potential mental power is promotion of man’s spirit and above all humanity. The divine rule of humanity does not allow the humans to spoil the right of even the smallest living creatures let alone the human’s right.

When a just and virtuous man faces with other’s outstanding works in any field, s/he must look for copyright notice permission or copy right protected announcement. Today, we have been bombarded with variant creative other’s work everywhere but we must digest this counsel that numerous displayed other’s works cannot be an acceptable excuse for their copyright permission.

Unfortunately, the copyright protection is not available in the most of works. This author’s carelessness not only wastes his toiling but also put the users in exposure of mistake, doubts, and hesitation. S/he must refer to the copyright protection or copy right permission in his original works in any field. At least, s/he must provide the user’s access to himself to ask for ,more information, permission and connections.

In conclusion, we must remind ourselves that we are human so humanity and honesty are the main elements of our nature. As it was mentioned, copy right is legal and religious in “fair uses” and constrained situations. In other cases, our conscience is the best court that we can judge the rightness or fallacy of our plagiarism and ourselves.

The best questions which arouse our conscience are “Will God forgive the spoiled right of his servants even if they forgive me or don`t understand my plagiarism?”
“Do I deserve to be named as human while I rob the other’s masterpieces to become famous or gain money?”

However, we must be aware of the copyright permission or protected. In addition, the owners must be careful to mention their opinion about copying their work and make it accessible for the users to connect them for more information or asking for permission.

by Fahime

A New Birth

In the dim and dingy room, the man’s robust, tall, and disheveled figure could not be

distinguished from the dark and blankness environment. He had stood in front of the cracked

wall with a piece of coal in his coarse and grubby hands and was drawing a straight line beside

the pervious numerous filthy lines on the wall. The old and ruined wall was covered with many

anonymous dates, handwritings, signs, poems, and memories of the pervious hopeless men

whose fate had been death. It seemed that this room had had the feeling of loneliness and

nostalgia not only for him but also for all of the pervious guests. Then he lied on the old and

broken bed that was put under the small window with steel shelter. He stared at the heaven

that a black blanket with the image of a magnificent circle of stars around the moon had covered it.

His only share of nature was a withered tree that was visible partly from the window. On the

branch of it, there was the nest of an owl that stared at him with his illuminated and small eyes

and sang ominously every night and spent it’s day in a deadly silence of sleep. He disgusted of

all of it with all of it’s ghastly habits and nature because he thought that it was looking forward

watching his damned doom and scorn him.

It was a cold night of winter. The painful stroke of rainstorm and hail was attacking his body

savagely. As he was running, his mind voyaged to the last three hours. Every thing was

supposed to be done affable but his rage and gull had annihilated all of his mental good

suppositions of this date. His only blunder was that he had killed his friend accidentally and his

only friend’s error was that he had had no money to pay his loan to him. Now, the friend was not

guilty because he was murdered and he was left alone as the murderer in this tragedy. The only

way that struck in his mind was to alibi but it was useless. The next day police found his

identity card beside the bloody corpse. The frightful and annoying sound of turning key in the

lock recovered his self and turned his conscious back to this dark and damp room. He could see

the shadow of a coarse guard who came into the room with food through the light of the ajar

steel door. The man put the food near the door and whispered, “Be ready for tomorrow.”

his hope to live and walk on this earth. It seemed that time was more tender to get ride of him

because the hands of the clock was competing as fast as they could to end that night. In the last

minutes and seconds of his life, he thought a lot about himself, his sins, and his little daughter.

He had heard that God was gracious but he did not know whether he would forgive at least half

of his sins or not. He wished to be alive and free for only one day to repent his bad deeds. He

regretted that he had wasted his time in ignorance in the world and had forgotten the

death.Terror dominated on his body when he imagined himself in the grave without the

presence of any one in his funeral but his only little daughter. He did not know what would

happen to his alone daughter without him. He felt sorry for her because she would feel ashamed

of having a murderer father in future and he would not be there to persuade her that his rage

killed the man not him. At these last moments, he recalled that his soul would be supposed to

travel to God who never tried to touch him in all of his life. He closed his eyes and imagined his

lifeless and hanging corpse after the execution.

When he opened his eyes, the same guard appeared in front of his eyes and whispered gravely

“Time is over, come”. It had become morning and how soon every thing had became late. They

put him in the death car to take to the square of the town to play his role proficiently in this

tragic drama without any wage. A huge crowd of men had collected around the stage to observe

this free tragedy and judge whether it was right to be free or not. The young and children had

climbed up the trees to take tremendous picture excitingly because it did not want any ticket

but he did not see any one of them. The agitated and hanged white rope of Execution that was

moving right and left with the savage stroke of the cruel wind like the pendulum of his life’s

clock engrossed him at first glance. A black and broken chair had been put under it .It was a

mean to go higher and then higher where there would be no access to him anymore.

His little daughter had stood beside the chair in black clothes it seemed because she had got that

this stage was a real one that her father had to play in it . She had stared at him with rainy eyes

and cloudy heart because she knew that it was the last time to glimpse her daddy, and after

execution, she would become one of the members of the orphan asylum. She stepped forward

slowly toward his daddy but her hands had became so feeble that couldn’t hug him for the last

time and expression of grief did not let the tongue to pronounce the last farewell to her only

treasure in this wasteland. Although the feelings of terror , shame and sympathy had

immobilized him ,he hugged his only diamond with his cold hands and whispered “don’t scare of

any thing and anybody but God, I am always with you. You can see me in your sweet dream or

among the stars every night. Be sure that God and daddy are your lovers. Just be strong and

courage and live vividly. Just be sure that I am not a bad daddy. I will always see you so do good

deeds to make me happy. Ok?” the little girl saw her father’s tear for the first time that was

flowing like a pure waterway. After a little pause, she stammered, “ok, I am sure that you are

the best and good-hearted daddy on the world not a killer and I will say it to every one. If you

saw mother, make peace with her and tell her that I have missed her very much. Do you

promises me to come in my dream together ?”.The man just nodded with a bitter smile and

went to play a new stage in his life.

The mother’s murdered heard and saw every thing in this tragic drama. It seemed that The

daughter `s and father’s role had been played very bitterly

Now, the sense of revenge and forgiveness had been struggling in her heart and she did not know which would win.

The ropewas tied around his neck but the ties of the man and the girl did not scare him. It seemed that

their avaricious looks reflect peace in their hearts. When the guard was pulling the chair under

his feet, some one cried, “Stop.”

This stop was a beginning for the man and the girl. At last,

forgiveness had conquered revenge in the heart of mother’s murdered.

by Fahime