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Year: 2007

MegaTools E-Magazine just published!

After a few months of effort, the digital magazine MegaTools is finally here, and thanks to a dear friend and colleague, it’s now available across Tabriz and you can buy it from your nearest software store. We’re also making progress to distribute it in Tehran as well.

The magazine comes in two DVDs, with the first one including news, articles, images, clips, and more. The second DVD includes essential softwares.

My Journey Keeps Going

Today I woke up with a sense of excitement. I had a plan for the day, and it involved spending some quality time with my computer, learning new things and creating something that has never existed before. That’s what programming is to me, a never-ending journey of discovery and creation.

I started my day with a cup of coffee and sat down at my desk, ready to tackle whatever challenges the day may bring. I opened up my code editor and started working on a project I had been thinking about for a while now. I was determined to see it through and make it a success.

As I delved deeper into the project, I realized how much I still had to learn. I was constantly encountering new problems and obstacles, but that only made me more determined to find solutions. I was learning new things about programming with every line of code I wrote, and that was what made it all so exciting.

As the day progressed, I took breaks to stretch my legs, grab a snack and catch up with friends. But I couldn’t wait to get back to my computer and dive back into the world of programming. It’s a world that never fails to fascinate me, and I was grateful to be a part of it.

In the evening, I went for a walk, reflecting on the day’s achievements and pondering what I wanted to work on next. I came back to my desk feeling reinvigorated and ready to tackle whatever the future holds.

Being a programmer has its ups and downs, but one thing’s for sure, it’s never dull. Every day is a new adventure.

Night

The creation in the ocean was drowned at night. The night was so dark on the world that it was said that it would never rise again; it was said that it had sat there since eternity; it was neither yesterday nor will it be tomorrow, and I- like a ghost who wanders aimlessly in the silent nights of quiet towns, in dreamy deserts, mournful cemeteries, contaminated and polluted cities, haunted ruins, everywhere- lived my life. The dream was dizzy, confusing, and unrealistic. Everything was covered in the veil of legend, but the veil was black; the legend was dark… I cannot describe it; everything was night; no, everything was night. And I was moving in the night. I knew the words of the days and spoke them. Other ghosts, with beautiful songs in celebration of the day, came out of their hiding places and from the depth of the night, looked towards me and, with the gaze that conveys sadness and curiosity, captivated me, and to hear better, circled around me, tightly, and brought their heads close to my chest, shoulder, and arms, and I, with the saddest of songs, in admiration of the sun, in praise of light, sang for them and they, like curious children, did not believe in the legend…

Finding Joy in the Simple Things

It’s a beautiful sunny day and I’m sitting on a bench in the park, watching people go by. The world around me is bustling with life and excitement, and I can’t help but feel grateful for this moment of peace and tranquility. I take a deep breath and let the sun warm my face, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what truly makes me happy, and I’ve come to the realization that it’s the simple things in life that bring me the most joy. A walk in the park, a good book, a warm cup of tea – these are the things that bring a smile to my face and make me feel at peace.

I’m so caught up in the fast-paced world we live in, that sometimes I forget to stop and appreciate the beauty around me. We’re always running from one thing to the next, trying to keep up with the demands of work, family, and social life. But it’s important to take a step back and remember what really matters.

So today, I’m taking a moment to just be. To enjoy the sunshine, the sounds of the birds, and the laughter of the children playing. And I’m reminded once again that the most valuable things in life are the ones we can’t put a price on.

Life is too short to waste on things that don’t bring us happiness. So let’s take the time to savor the simple moments and be grateful for all the beauty and wonder that surrounds us.

A little deeper

It’s a quiet and lonely Sunday evening, and I’m sitting in my room, staring out the window. The sky is gray, and the rain is tapping against the glass, mirroring the sadness I feel in my heart.

I’ve been feeling down lately, like I don’t quite fit in with the world around me. I try to be like everyone else, to be cool and popular, but it just never seems to work out. I feel like I’m always on the outside, looking in at all the happiness and laughter that I’m not a part of.

I try to tell myself that it doesn’t matter, that I’m happy just being myself. But sometimes it’s hard to ignore the feelings of loneliness and isolation. I wish I could just be accepted for who I am, without having to pretend to be someone I’m not.

But then I think about all the things that make me unique and special, the things that make me who I am. And I know that there’s someone out there who will appreciate and love me for who I am.

I remind myself that I don’t need anyone else’s approval to be happy, and that I have the strength to overcome these feelings of sadness. I pick up my journal and start to write, pouring my heart out onto the page.

As the rain continues to fall outside, I feel a sense of comfort and solace in my solitude. I know that this moment of sadness will pass, and that the sun will shine again. And until then, I’ll keep writing, keep dreaming, and keep searching for the happiness that I know is out there, waiting for me.

Nowruz 2007

Nowruz 2007 was a nostalgic one for me. It was a reminder of all the previous celebrations, each with its own memories and moments. The tradition of marking the start of spring and symbolizing renewal, growth, and hope never gets old. As someone who has celebrated Nowruz multiple times, I appreciate the beauty and significance of this holiday even more. The smell of fresh flowers, the sound of joyful music, and the taste of traditional dishes all come together to create a truly unforgettable experience. Celebrating Nowruz is always a time to reflect on the past and look forward to the future with hope and positivity.