Me and my hand. Me and my foot. Me and my brain. Me and my behavior. Me and my personality. Me and the person in whom I live. Me and the person in whom I live and who depends on me. Me and the person whose deficiencies I must make up for. Me and the person whose culture and civilization I must respect. Me and the person for whom I must strive to survive. Me and the person whom I must force to forgo many pleasures.
Year: 2014 (Page 2 of 3)
Have you missed someone? Give them a call.
Do you want to see someone? Invite them.
Not understood by others? Explain it.
Do you have a question or ambiguity? Ask.
Does something bother you? Speak up.
Do you like something? Express it.
Do you need something? Ask for it.
Do you love someone? Tell them.
Keep life simple.
It took thousands of years for humans to realize that, according to the inherent belief in God, they don’t need intermediaries to communicate with Him, and priests are useless in this regard. I don’t know how many years, perhaps thousands of years, will pass until humanity understands that if someone knows the path to success (assuming we have a clear definition of success), they will become successful. They don’t hold seminars or publish books saying, “Come on, follow me, and you will be successful.” We shouldn’t call these individuals anything but spammers.
Two things are essential for change in life:
- Obtaining new things
- Getting rid of old things
The latter leads to obtaining new things and ultimately results in a change in life.
The writing of Touraj Saberivand about school and his experiences with bullying reminded me of those days too. My mood was affected by those three-person desks. For a long time, I wished that something would happen to the person sitting in the middle, so my friend and I could sit together as a pair. And, of course, my wish came true and they were absent from the first third of the semester. I hate every moment of the bullying I experienced at Ibn-Sina Elementary School. I despise the teacher who hit me in the first-grade classroom. His fingerprints were on my face for a week. Many years have passed, but his face never leaves my mind.
Roman Gray ended his life with a gunshot on December 2, 1980, a year after his wife’s death in 1979. In a note he left behind, he wrote, “It was really good; thank you and goodbye.” If it were me, instead of “goodbye,” I would say something else. For example, “It was really good. Thank you and f**c you all motherf**cers.”
We were the only generation who saw Harry Potter and lived with him. We were the only ones who could see a Hippogriff. We were the only ones who cried for Cedric’s death. We were the only ones whose breaths were held during the Battle of Hogwarts. We were the only ones who searched for the Half-Blood Prince. We were the only ones who hated J.K. Rowling for killing off a character. And we were the only ones who wished to have the Deathly Hallows. We are the wizarding generation, and the wizarding generation will remain.
When I was in first grade of middle school, I bought my first MP3 player. Its 128 MB memory only allowed me to listen to music for a maximum of one hour, but it was enough to get me through the daily school commotion. One day, during a literature class, the teacher (if I’m not mistaken) appeared in front of me after calling my name several times without me hearing her. I took off my headphones quietly. Although I wasn’t facing a mortal threat with my good grades, her perplexed gaze was intolerable. Apparently, he asked everyone what they wanted to be in the future. Each gave an answer; of course, they all had one common characteristic, being a member of the array of doctor, engineer, or pilot. When he asked me what I wanted to be, I replied, “I don’t know.” he said, “You’re in the worst possible situation among these kids.” I still don’t know what I want to be, but I don’t think any of those kids have become doctors, pilots, or engineers.
PS: Recently, I saw a friend from that time who recognized some of the kids from back then and told me about their not-so-good fate, which prompted me to reminisce and write this piece.
A few days ago, I designed a postcard to be shared on Twitter and Facebook as a greeting for the upcoming New Year. Yesterday, I decided to write my friends’ names on it and send it to all of them. Apart from the fact that the workload was too high, it occurred to me to turn it into a service so that everyone could send a greeting card (for now, for the New Year) to their friends.
Finally, I wrote <!doctype html> and the work began. I predicted it would be finished by the end of the night, but due to some problems, it remained until today. Now the service is ready and you can use it to design a greeting card with your desired text. Just select the background design, enter the card details (text), and press confirm. On the next page, your card will be created, and you can save and print it or you can give your contact the link to see the card.
HappyCard (Inactive link)
Update: Only 24 hours have passed since the service was launched and a total of 113 cards have been created by 68 people. Thanks for all your support.
When I arrived at the office this morning and sat at my desk, I was shocked. My cactus, Victor, had withered and fallen. I don’t know if it was due to too much or too little water, or the strange weather, but whatever the reason, it caused one of the best gifts I had received from a dear friend to leave our office and stay on an empty desk. I’m distraught. I blame myself somewhat. Victor, please forgive me for not taking care of you. You will always be remembered.
