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Memorable Maryami

جمعه بیست و سوم شهریور 1386
*I don't fancy black comedies. They make me remember things like white & black pictures in old books we had in our guidance school! It seems af if there's no relationship but at that time, we had an odd art teacher!
She was young, thin - somehow skinny - pale & sad! I didn't understand why but most of the time, she was thinking about sth! She used to want us to draw sth while she was sitting silently, staring at somwhere near of even far, thinking!

Now when I remember her, I think maybe she's been in love with sb! or maybe she's had a tragedy in her life, maybe she's been thinking about her sick parents or ... Maybe she was so lonely.
But she was a real yawn. After half an hour or more, when we got bored, she wanted us to read a book or just think! She wanted to ger rid of us, it was obvious!

But we had nothing important to think about, so we used to talk, talk & talk!
I had a classmate whose name was Mahin! She had always sth. to talk about & of course she was a terrible liar! Her face was like Anne Sherly - I mean the actress, not the character - with reddish hair & a pointed nose.
Most of the times she was telling about people who are born in Bahman, her awful painting & her dreaful stories.

My other classmate, Sanaz, was always reading boring plays, forcing us to listen up interestingly!
That was our art class! Now I hate art classes, black comedies & white & balck pistures

*There are some things, scenes, flowers, smells, colors & tastes that make us remember some specific people!
When I see this I remember for for Myself!

جمعه شانزدهم شهریور 1386
*Adisaster has happend, there's no smiley to show how I'm killing myself, crying or what I'm doing!

What more do you want to happen?
All of my files were on one of my pc drives which was working properly till this morning but there's nothing now! I can't even open it!

I said "Go to hell! I have everything on another drive." but I didn't know that had vanished too!
Unfortunately my anti-virus isn't Norton, so I can't recover my info, so I have nothing, exactly nothing!

The other day, when it occured to me to print some of my snaps, I duplicated them on a CD, that's all.

Oh Dear! I had lots of En stories to translate.
Lots of Wikipedia pages to read someday.
3-4 notes for my editor on the internet & downloading some pages of my friends' blogs & my archive.

That was may fault. I should have duplicated them on a CD!
پنجشنبه یکم شهریور 1386
*After four years of drought in the little village, the parish priest gathered everybody to make a pilgrimage to the mountain; there they would join in communal prayer to ask for rain.

In the middle of the group the priest noticed a boy all wrapped up in warm clothes and covered by a raincoat.

"Are you crazy?" he asked. "It hasn’t rained in this region for five years and you’ll die of the heat climbing the mountain!"

"I’ve got a cold, father. If we are going to pray to God for rain, can you imagine the climb back down?
The downpour is going to be so heavy that it’s better to be prepared."

At that very moment a loud roar was heard in the sky and the first drops began to fall.
The faith of a boy was enough to work a miracle that thousands of men were praying for.