11/4/06
Hoy en día más hombres hacen el papel tradicional de la mujer y se quedan en la casa, pero todavía no es muy común. La mayoría de los hombres aún no pueden aceptar la idea de ser los maridos amos de casa. No hay muchos hombres que prefieren quedarse en la casa cuando sus esposas trabajan fuera de la casa.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
El Día de las Brujas
10/20/06
El Día de las Brujas
El Día de las Brujas es un día muy especial en los EE.UU. para toda la gente, los niños y los adultos ambos. Hay mucha alegría y entusiasmo en todas partes. Los niños están muy emocionados sobre el uso de sus trajes de “Halloween” y consiguiendo muchos caramelos y dulces. Los adultos que tienen niños, están emocionados para sus niños, y el resto de los adultos disfrutan viendo a los niños en sus trajes bonitos e interesantes.
El Día de las Brujas
El Día de las Brujas es un día muy especial en los EE.UU. para toda la gente, los niños y los adultos ambos. Hay mucha alegría y entusiasmo en todas partes. Los niños están muy emocionados sobre el uso de sus trajes de “Halloween” y consiguiendo muchos caramelos y dulces. Los adultos que tienen niños, están emocionados para sus niños, y el resto de los adultos disfrutan viendo a los niños en sus trajes bonitos e interesantes.
Lenguajes Extranjeros
9/12/06
Muchas veces he dicho a mis niños que por aprender lenguajes extranjeros, ellos abren las puertas a nuevos mundos de cultura, literatura, música, y otros. Cada nueva lengua que usted habla, le hace capaz de comunicar con más personas en este mundo. No es posible aprender todas las lenguas que existen en el mundo, pero es preferible que usted hable al menos dos o tres lenguas diferentes.
Muchas veces he dicho a mis niños que por aprender lenguajes extranjeros, ellos abren las puertas a nuevos mundos de cultura, literatura, música, y otros. Cada nueva lengua que usted habla, le hace capaz de comunicar con más personas en este mundo. No es posible aprender todas las lenguas que existen en el mundo, pero es preferible que usted hable al menos dos o tres lenguas diferentes.
Mi Mejor Amiga
Setareh Makinejad
10/2/06
Cuando estaba en la escuela primaria, tenía muchas amigas pero una de ellas era mi mejor amiga. Su nombre era Nora. Ella era bonita con grandes ojos ámbar y el cabello marrón. Nos encontramos en el quinto grado. Al principio, no me gustó ella mucho pero después de unas semanas, nuestra amistad empezó a crecer, y al final de dos meses, éramos mejores amigas una de la otra.
10/2/06
Cuando estaba en la escuela primaria, tenía muchas amigas pero una de ellas era mi mejor amiga. Su nombre era Nora. Ella era bonita con grandes ojos ámbar y el cabello marrón. Nos encontramos en el quinto grado. Al principio, no me gustó ella mucho pero después de unas semanas, nuestra amistad empezó a crecer, y al final de dos meses, éramos mejores amigas una de la otra.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
The Room above the Garage
The room above the garage will soon be vacated. A boy moved in there years ago, but a man is now leaving it behind. The lights will no longer shine bright there after midnight. When I return from my nightly strolls with our dog, there won’t be any inviting lights shining through the window panes of my beloved son’s room. The boy who has been the apple of my eye since birth will be gone to college, and the room which he inhabited in the last twelve years would lose its master, its warmth, its friend, its life. There will no longer be any sounds of music, voices, or typing on the keyboard. The computer which used to be a giant window to the world will be shut down until the young man returns for the Christmas holidays.
How can the room survive without its tenant? How long would the spirit of the boy who grew up there, linger on after his departure? Would I be able to seek this room in the future as a refuge to connect with my son? Or, at least with a part of him which he left behind? Would I be able to sense his presence, his being, by sitting on his chair in front of his computer and touching his keyboard? Would that make me sadder or happier? So many unanswered questions…
Eighteen years passed a lot faster than I expected. I don’t feel much older, but the young man that I see every day tells me a different tale. Yes, like all mothers, I remember my son’s birth as if it were yesterday. They took him away to be evaluated while I was on the table in the operating room, shivering and shaking uncontrollably, wondering why my body had gone into shock after giving birth, and why nobody was helping me! Then, all of a sudden, help arrived in the form of a big warm blanket that enveloped me like a second skin and provided me with immediate relief from the cold. I never forget the wonderful feeling I had when the warm blanket was laid on top of me…
September 15, 2007
How can the room survive without its tenant? How long would the spirit of the boy who grew up there, linger on after his departure? Would I be able to seek this room in the future as a refuge to connect with my son? Or, at least with a part of him which he left behind? Would I be able to sense his presence, his being, by sitting on his chair in front of his computer and touching his keyboard? Would that make me sadder or happier? So many unanswered questions…
Eighteen years passed a lot faster than I expected. I don’t feel much older, but the young man that I see every day tells me a different tale. Yes, like all mothers, I remember my son’s birth as if it were yesterday. They took him away to be evaluated while I was on the table in the operating room, shivering and shaking uncontrollably, wondering why my body had gone into shock after giving birth, and why nobody was helping me! Then, all of a sudden, help arrived in the form of a big warm blanket that enveloped me like a second skin and provided me with immediate relief from the cold. I never forget the wonderful feeling I had when the warm blanket was laid on top of me…
September 15, 2007
Touched by an Angel
They say Lauren became an angel today. They say Lauren is now in heaven visiting with her grandparents and playing softball. They say Lauren is now happy, healthy, pain-free, with no more need for drugs and needles.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Ezat Jon's Biography
Iranian Archaeologist
By: Dr. Kamyar Abdi (kamyar.abdi@dartmouth.edu )
Ezzat-Allâh Negahbân (usually spelled Ezat O. Negahbân) was born in the city of Ahvaz
on March 1, 1926 to ‘Abdol-Amir Negahbân and Roghieh Didebân. When he was two
years old, his father was elected to the Iranian parliament (Majlis), and the family moved to Tehran. Seven years later his father passed away while on a trip to Ahvaz. He attended Jamshid-e Jam Elementary School, Firouz-e Bahrâm High School, and the German Technical School. At sixteen, while still attending high school, he began working full-time as a traveling accountant for the national railway, on a contract basis because he was too young to be hired as an employee. This wide-ranging travel, together with a fascination for the newly constructed Irân Bâstân Museum which was located near the German Technical School, caused him to decide to pursue the study of archaeology when the German school was closed down at the beginning of World War II.
By: Dr. Kamyar Abdi (kamyar.abdi@dartmouth.edu )
Ezzat-Allâh Negahbân (usually spelled Ezat O. Negahbân) was born in the city of Ahvaz
on March 1, 1926 to ‘Abdol-Amir Negahbân and Roghieh Didebân. When he was two
years old, his father was elected to the Iranian parliament (Majlis), and the family moved to Tehran. Seven years later his father passed away while on a trip to Ahvaz. He attended Jamshid-e Jam Elementary School, Firouz-e Bahrâm High School, and the German Technical School. At sixteen, while still attending high school, he began working full-time as a traveling accountant for the national railway, on a contract basis because he was too young to be hired as an employee. This wide-ranging travel, together with a fascination for the newly constructed Irân Bâstân Museum which was located near the German Technical School, caused him to decide to pursue the study of archaeology when the German school was closed down at the beginning of World War II.
He was Iran..
“He was Iran”
In Memory of Dr. Ezzatollah Negahban
In Memory of Dr. Ezzatollah Negahban
It is dark and quiet in the plane. We are descending towards Philadelphia. Our sad journey began at nine this morning and probably will not end until eleven tonight. But, that is the easy part. The hard part is to enter the house on Rexford Rd. How can we step into your house Ezat Jon knowing that you will not be there to greet us with your cheerful, kind, and lively face, and your traditional three kisses on the cheek? How can we enter the house without your friendly smile and big welcome? My heart is aching for the good old days when the house was filled with life, warmth, laughter, and love. As your soul slowly left us over the past few years, the house also grew darker and darker, succumbing to a slow decline. Will your spirit continue to live there? You were the one who gave energy to us all; we were all better and happier because of you. You were the magnet that kept all of us close.
Music of the Heart
Setareh Makinejad
September 29, 2004
iranian.com
Tonight as I am sitting in our living-room, with my Spanish textbook spread on my lap, the voices of Vigen and Pouran are penetrating not only my ears, but my soul as well.
These voices are coming from my 15-year-old son’s room! A boy, born and raised in the United States, who has never stepped on Iran’s soil. A teenager who was introduced to Vigen’s and Pouran’s music years ago in our family-room in Lincoln, Nebraska!
September 29, 2004
iranian.com
Tonight as I am sitting in our living-room, with my Spanish textbook spread on my lap, the voices of Vigen and Pouran are penetrating not only my ears, but my soul as well.
These voices are coming from my 15-year-old son’s room! A boy, born and raised in the United States, who has never stepped on Iran’s soil. A teenager who was introduced to Vigen’s and Pouran’s music years ago in our family-room in Lincoln, Nebraska!
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