<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849624</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:36:52.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where I truly belong to!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034904978436686541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849624.post-6390540471071511907</id><published>2007-04-21T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T00:27:41.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXnZ3AINf7o/RisLgEMXGTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OlO_4ABNmqg/s1600-h/preschool_circle3.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXnZ3AINf7o/RisG_kMXGRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gQ6KO8UzC_g/s1600-h/frm_bbcKids.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056142695770560786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXnZ3AINf7o/RisG_kMXGRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gQ6KO8UzC_g/s400/frm_bbcKids.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;BBC KIDs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There exists a part for TV programs in which I survey to find out what they really consider JUST for kids. The website has 5 special parts included: Pre-School, School Age, Schedule, Parents and Contact us.. The background color frees you from this busy everyday life and let you be involved with KIDs(I love it!)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is Monday and in the Pre-School branch all the TV programs from 6:00 am to 12 pm are explained with nice pictures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pingo&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXnZ3AINf7o/RisMPEMXGVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b9x5S52Br4k/s1600-h/preschool_pingu.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056148459616672082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXnZ3AINf7o/RisMPEMXGVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/b9x5S52Br4k/s400/preschool_pingu.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pingu is a charming young penguin who spends his time playing with friends and family-always up to mischief and getting himself into comical situations in his own sub-zero world. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;imbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AXnZ3AINf7o/RisLs0MXGUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZRsCn9xtRoE/s1600-h/preschool_circle3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056147871206152514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AXnZ3AINf7o/RisLs0MXGUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZRsCn9xtRoE/s400/preschool_circle3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="fimbles"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;This U.K. preschool hit follows three curious creatures as they embark on a never-ending path of discovery, exploration and entertainment. Revolving around three special creatures living in a magical valley, Fimbles encapsulates the surprise, wonder and stimulation that children experience when discovering new things. Each new "find" is a catalyst for play, invention and storytelling within the program. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's great both for children to chose what they like to watch and parents to have a look to TV programs and choose the one which its time, subject,... is better for their children's situations. So TRY IT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849624-6390540471071511907?l=shimbamisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/feeds/6390540471071511907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849624&amp;postID=6390540471071511907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/6390540471071511907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/6390540471071511907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/2007/04/bbc-kids-there-exists-part-for-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034904978436686541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AXnZ3AINf7o/RisG_kMXGRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gQ6KO8UzC_g/s72-c/frm_bbcKids.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849624.post-4320941399718909907</id><published>2007-03-22T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T03:11:15.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What if it passes slowly? I do not have any time for all these works: I shouldn't have done anything and I should have done something which I didn’t. Why can I remember all my faults? Maybe its better to forget because "&lt;strong&gt;some things are better best forgotten&lt;/strong&gt;" or maybe I should gather these useful experiences for the new year. Maybe it works well! Perhaps I needed to experience all these awful days because of having this argument now. So let's write it down Shima. It's time to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849624-4320941399718909907?l=shimbamisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/feeds/4320941399718909907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849624&amp;postID=4320941399718909907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/4320941399718909907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/4320941399718909907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-if-it-passes-slowly-i-do-not-have.html' title=''/><author><name>shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034904978436686541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849624.post-6485358881205420117</id><published>2007-03-22T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T02:45:46.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argument is everywhere in our everyday life. You just need to keep your eyes open and see what is going to happen in each moments of your life. Especially now that we are near to Nowrooz these days and all the fairs are full of people who are going to buy new things to welcome our new spring. A small and cheap example is whenever a mother wants to buy some kind of clothes for her young child. She does not know whether to pay money for the fashion clothes or whatever which is suitable to wear during spring days and even in family meetings. If they accept the fashion ones, what should they do for their own beliefs? And if they buy whatever they like, what is going to happen for their children's desire?... Yes of course argument is even in these unnecessary materials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849624-6485358881205420117?l=shimbamisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/feeds/6485358881205420117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849624&amp;postID=6485358881205420117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/6485358881205420117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/6485358881205420117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/2007/03/argument-is-everywhere-in-our-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034904978436686541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849624.post-3923950167545478086</id><published>2007-03-02T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T04:48:19.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AXnZ3AINf7o/Regc-1CifyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TXsJxPVsGvU/s1600-h/3583547588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037308048929095458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AXnZ3AINf7o/Regc-1CifyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TXsJxPVsGvU/s320/3583547588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editorial is an article in a newspaper or magazine that expresses the opinion of its editor or publisher. A good editorial should give an opinion without being opinionated. It should motivate to action without making you dictatorial. It should enlighten without getting you to be dogmatic. One of the most importan&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9gnMiitG.hFUicAR3eJzbkF;_ylu=X3oDMTBxaDFvZmduBHBvcwMzMARzZWMDc3IEdnRpZANJMDY2Xzg4/SIG=1hdq8d30o/EXP=1172925741/**http://images.search.yahoo.com/search/images/view?back=http%3A%2F%2Fimages.search.yahoo.com%2Fsearch%2Fimages%3Fp%3Deditorial%26toggle%3D1%26cop%3Dmss%26ei%3DUTF-8%26fr%3Dyfp-t-501%26b%3D21&amp;w=500&amp;amp;h=417&amp;imgurl=www.studiondr.com%2Fimages%2Fcomics%2Feditorial%2Feditorial025.jpg&amp;amp;rurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.studiondr.com%2Fcomics%2Feditorial%2Feditorial025.html&amp;size=60.1kB&amp;amp;name=editorial025.jpg&amp;p=editorial&amp;amp;type=jpeg&amp;no=30&amp;amp;tt=1,133,114&amp;oid=ede25337d18443ce&amp;amp;ei=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t factor is a good editorial should be BRIEF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849624-3923950167545478086?l=shimbamisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/feeds/3923950167545478086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849624&amp;postID=3923950167545478086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/3923950167545478086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/3923950167545478086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/2007/03/editorial-is-article-in-newspaper-or.html' title=''/><author><name>shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034904978436686541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AXnZ3AINf7o/Regc-1CifyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TXsJxPVsGvU/s72-c/3583547588.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849624.post-114837529172896222</id><published>2006-05-23T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T02:08:11.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!My Classmates and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/IMG_0139.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/400/IMG_0139.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/IMG_0140.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/400/IMG_0140.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/IMG_0136.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/400/IMG_0136.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849624-114837529172896222?l=shimbamisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/feeds/114837529172896222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849624&amp;postID=114837529172896222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/114837529172896222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/114837529172896222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/2006/05/heeeeeeeeeeeymy-classmates-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034904978436686541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849624.post-114805587433072226</id><published>2006-05-19T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T09:25:52.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EUTHANASIA?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we hear from TV, video etc that "The doctors of ... hospital are disappointed of a pationt and prefer to release him/her because he?she is damaged a lot and it is no use for him?her to be alive more and bear aches. Isn'n it a wonderful decision?! It is a modern way of cure in the 21st century named "EUTHANASIA".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most important question in this case is whether they asked the pationts to release them or because of not having consious, ignored them like the way they ignored God's desire? It is somehow like the time thet a baby is going to be born. Can a mother accept the doctors' suggestion to kill her baby because the doctor beleives that it's no use to help a baby be&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/euthanasia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/400/euthanasia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; born because there are a lot of children like this one who are going to have problems in the case of wedding, working, ...? We adapt on deciding instead of God and omit that power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euthanasia, at all, is not a good way to help the patonts. All people have their own wishes and don't want to loose even a minute to reach their goals of living. The pationt who is now on the bed of the hospitsl and is dieing of cancer, heart attack, Alzhaimer etc have the same right to live as that doctor or nurse. We shouldn't let ourselves to give the chance of anyone even ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science is progressing day to day. There weren't vaccins for Hepatitis befrore. We saw a lot of people who died of this disease. Doctors have tried a lot for years and found vaccins for this awful disease. Who knows what will happen tomorrow? Maybe there's going to be a cure for cancer or the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago the news of ":the healthiness comes back to a 19 years old boy after being 3 years in coma" was spreaded all over the country. It's not a wonderful accident. Every year we see some pationts that suddenly all signs of their disease disappeared. These mirracles are seen each year and me, as a muslim, actually believe in God's mirracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, we were all created by God, came to this world and believe in what God determined for us(what we call ghaza and ghadar in Farsi). Would youplease find some information in Qoran (or any other holy books) about killing humanbeings? God, the kindest mother in my oponion, examines us in living with difficulties. As Dr.Fasheh said: when you denied a cocoon that struggle, you took away from him his only chance of survival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849624-114805587433072226?l=shimbamisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/feeds/114805587433072226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849624&amp;postID=114805587433072226' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/114805587433072226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/114805587433072226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/2006/05/euthanasia-sometimes-we-hear-from-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034904978436686541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849624.post-114805516865075088</id><published>2006-05-19T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T09:12:48.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/sabahlogo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/sabahlogo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hurry up all!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;If you win a prize which gives you a picnic ticket to travel to wherever you like&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/402893278.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/400/402893278.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, where will you choose? Which country? Don't be confused; Malaysia, I suggest you; because you could find whatever you like, there. If you are interested in beautiful landscaps, historical places, animal variety, mountain climbing and finding an secrets of the natures' beauty, just Hurry Up! Don't waste your time.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia is located next to Indonesia in Asia. It is sometimes called as KL, the name of its capital which is the collection of beauty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kuala Lumpur" is situated midway along the west coast or Peninsular Malaysia, at the confluence of the Kelang and Gombak rivers. It is approximately 35 km from the Peninsula's extensive and modern transportation network. Kuala Lumpur is easily the largest city in the nation, possessing a population of over 150 million people drawn from all of Malaysia's many ethnic group. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About its attraction, I'm sure you can't define a limitation for it. Although it's hard to select some attractions to describe between all those beauties, I choose a tiny.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/twin%20tower.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/320/twin%20tower.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Petronas Twin Towers At Night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With a high of 1453 feet, is one of the world's tallest buildings. "they have become symbols for the astounding growth that has taken place in Malaysia over the last two decades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The World's Oldest Rain Forest: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/oldest%20rain%20forest.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/400/oldest%20rain%20forest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Compared to the rest of the world's rain forests, Malaysia's is a Grand Mother. Malaysia's forest, however, was blessed with a location for enough away from the ice that it developed 130 million years ago. Far earlier than those of Africa and Latin America. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/sabahlogo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/400/sabahlogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sabah State Mosque and foundation building, Kinabalu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its mosque ideally located as a place of worship for Muslims and Foundation Building is an architectural and engineering feal. It is one of only four such buildings all over the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sandakan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sandakan is a busy port in the Sulu Sea. Variety of flowers csn be obviously found in sabah; (like rane orchids) and croendiles of vanous sizes and the others like Kota Belud, Tuaran, Penampang, Gomantong Gaves (marvelous cares with nests high on care walls and roofs), Seporna (on the southest coast of Sabah), Kudet (winding through the mountains, valleys and jungles ). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste the time! Malaysia's astonishing nature is waiting for you . . .! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849624-114805516865075088?l=shimbamisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/feeds/114805516865075088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849624&amp;postID=114805516865075088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/114805516865075088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/114805516865075088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/2006/05/hurry-up-all-if-you-win-prize-which.html' title=''/><author><name>shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034904978436686541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849624.post-114724732218803533</id><published>2006-05-10T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T00:49:20.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;15 Things You Probably Never Thought About&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/rose.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/320/rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/rose.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1. At least 5 people in this world love you so much theywould die for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to bejust like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't likeyou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;6. You mean the world to someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;7. If not for you, someone may not be living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;8. You are special and unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;9. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;10. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;11. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: youmost likely turned your back on the world.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/happy%20flower.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/320/happy%20flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;12. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probablywon't get it, but if you believe in ourself,probably, sooner or later, you will get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;13. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the ruderemarks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;14. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much betterwhen they know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;15. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they aregreat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Take the time to live and LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/happy%20flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849624-114724732218803533?l=shimbamisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/feeds/114724732218803533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849624&amp;postID=114724732218803533' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/114724732218803533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/114724732218803533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/2006/05/15-things-you-probably-never-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034904978436686541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849624.post-114716300810807409</id><published>2006-05-09T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T01:23:28.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IS HOUSEWORK DEGRADING&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/shima.house.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/320/shima.house.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Is really housework degrading? Do you believe you are being degraded when you are cleaning your house? Can you call yourself a king when you have a lot of dishes to wash but you are watching TV? Do you yourself want to accept your duty in living or you are in those groups that say "Take it easy, no matter. WE ARE NOT DISH WASHERS, are we?" In fact we can categorize people's point of view in 2 categories: 1.Men's point of view and 2.women's point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have tow kinds of beliefs in men's opinion. One of them is related to the persons who think that housework is created only for women and if they help their wives, they are doing a degrading work and is opposite of a man's characteristic. But the second kind which have more fans between women are the men who believe themselves as a MEMBER of the house and love helping their wives because they know that house work is a hard job to overcome alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women also are divided into two groups: The members of the first group are the women who think if they accept housework as their main duty, their husbands will consider them as a worker in the house and it is actually a low class label for them. But even now there are a lot of women who know that if they don't accept their own duty in the house, their whole life may be destroyed. They know that they should be a responsible wife for their husbands and absolutely a good mother for their children. Children are making the world's future and they should be trained basically and house is the only place that could shape their characteristic and absolutely their strategy of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most important matter that should never be ignored is this: You, all men and women, should believe that the importance of something like love are never going to be decreased. If you accept the housework as a basic factor which can keep the construction of your living stronger, you never consider it as a degrading work. You show respect to your own life if you do your best to keep the atmosphere of your home calm. Women should accept that they have more responsibilities than men because they spend more time in the house and if they do their best, they will be a real queen. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/shima.bache.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/320/shima.bache.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all are responsible for the gifts that God gave to you like your husband/wife, your children … Try your best to be honest in front of your God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849624-114716300810807409?l=shimbamisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/feeds/114716300810807409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849624&amp;postID=114716300810807409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/114716300810807409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/114716300810807409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/2006/05/is-housework-degrading-is-really.html' title=''/><author><name>shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034904978436686541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849624.post-114569885197988758</id><published>2006-04-22T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T02:45:13.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/Picture(46).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/400/Picture%2846%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a photo of one of my beloved mountains named Leila, located in Langeroud, Gilan, Iran.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849624-114569885197988758?l=shimbamisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/feeds/114569885197988758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849624&amp;postID=114569885197988758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/114569885197988758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/114569885197988758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-photo-of-one-of-my-beloved.html' title=''/><author><name>shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034904978436686541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849624.post-114569846318983333</id><published>2006-04-22T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T02:34:23.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/Gibran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/320/Gibran.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW let me speak of other things. On a day when He and I were alone walking in a field, we were both hungry, and we came to a wild apple tree. There were only two apples hanging on the bough. And he held the trunk of the trr with His arm and shook it, and the two apples fell down.&lt;br /&gt;He picked them both up and gave one to me. The otherHe held in His hand.&lt;br /&gt;In my hunger I ate the apple, and ate it fast.&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked at Him and I saw that He still held the other apple in His hand.&lt;br /&gt;And He gave it to me saying: "Eat this also"&lt;br /&gt;And I took the apple, and in my shameless hunger I ate it.&lt;br /&gt;And as we walked on I looked upon His face…&lt;br /&gt;He had given me the two apples. And I knew He was hungry even as I was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;But I now know that in giving them to me He had been satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE indeed charitable when you give, and while giving turn your face away so that you may not see the shyness of the receiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(taken from Selections of Gibran Khalil Gibran)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849624-114569846318983333?l=shimbamisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/feeds/114569846318983333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849624&amp;postID=114569846318983333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/114569846318983333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/114569846318983333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-now-let-me-speak-of-other-things.html' title=''/><author><name>shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034904978436686541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849624.post-114569791795002413</id><published>2006-04-22T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T02:25:17.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nowrooz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And about Nowrooz: IT is the most important celebration between Iranian which should be held in the first day of the first month ( farvardin ) of shamsi year.&lt;br /&gt;Times ago two big ceremonies were to be held each year. One, named Mehregan, was held in the first days of winter and the second one, which shows warm days, was Nowrooz (The first days of spring).&lt;br /&gt;Nowrooz celebration even in Zoroaster time was held in the first days of Farvardin.&lt;br /&gt;In Sasanien time Nowrooz wasn’t located in the first day of spring and Farvardin .It didn’t have a special day for its own. It was like the other Muslims celebration like Qorban , Fetr etc. One of the Saljughies kings decided to determine a special day for Nowrooz according to stars situation. So every four years, they consider a year of 366 days, named Kabiseh(leap year). In ancient times Iranian people held a ceremony in the last 12 days of Esfand named Farvardegan. They cried and remembered the dead persons and served their beloved foods. They believed that they were alive there beside their family and immediately after this ceremony they started Nowrooz celebration which was just for happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays we don’t celebrate Farvardegan. In the last Tuesday night of the following year, we celebrate a custom named Chaharshanbe Souri(means a ceremony for Wednesday)&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/charshambeh2s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/320/charshambeh2s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.The root of this tradition goes back to Zoroaster time because they worshiped fire…People collect something(like woods, straw, papers etc) to burn them and make fire with them. While they are jumping up the fire they whisper a sentence in Persian that is sung in the poem way which means "Take my sickness, give your cheerful color to my appearance". We prefer to eat vegetative foods for dinner and we have a kind of nut for that night which is called ajile chaharshanbe souri and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;Nowrooz’s power was really interesting. We celebrate it each year. The whole family try to gather seven things (mostly the things which are common) which the first letter of each one begins with S (or sin in Persian) like SIB(apple), SERKE(vinegar), SEKKE(coin), SENJED(kind of a tree &amp; its fruit which resembles the mountain-ash), SAMANOU(kind of dish with juice of germinating wheat or malt mixed with flour), SABZE(developed wheat), &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/sabze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/320/sabze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SOMAGH(no equivalent in English), also Qoraan , mirror and a small red fish which is in a jar. After gathering these, the families set them at table-cloth, sit round this collection and wait until the first minutes of the New Year. It is also a custom to say your prayer and ask God to help you have a good and successful year.&lt;br /&gt;In the first days of Nowrooz we go to our relative’s house(for showing respect first the younger ones go to meet the older members of the family), meat each other, welcome each other with open arms and the guests will be served with nuts, cookies, tea, Samanou, candies and fruits. The elders give gifts (mostly money) to the children of the family.&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this till the 13th day of Farvardin( the first month of spring in Iran) people go to the nature and wish a year full of happiness , success and beauty for themselves . it is custom to fasten the grasses and want your wishes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/Sizdehbedar-Iran9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/320/Sizdehbedar-Iran9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849624-114569791795002413?l=shimbamisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/feeds/114569791795002413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849624&amp;postID=114569791795002413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/114569791795002413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/114569791795002413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/2006/04/nowrooz-and-about-nowrooz-it-is-most.html' title=''/><author><name>shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034904978436686541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849624.post-114569694386676101</id><published>2006-04-22T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T12:32:57.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Blogging experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actually it was the first time that I started making web logs. At first I was completely confused and I didn’t know what to do and where to start from but fortunately with my lecturer’s help I made it.&lt;br /&gt;You know it is a nice feeling when you yourself make something especially for the first time. Being honest, I LOVE IT. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/simg_t_ti203442jpg85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/320/simg_t_ti203442jpg85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849624-114569694386676101?l=shimbamisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/feeds/114569694386676101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849624&amp;postID=114569694386676101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/114569694386676101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/114569694386676101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/2006/04/blogging-experience-actually-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034904978436686541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849624.post-114555323192875513</id><published>2006-04-20T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T01:40:35.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/lahijan3a.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/200/lahijan3a.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi!I am shima,shima farhesh.I'm19 years old and still a college student of az-zahra university in Tehran,Iran.I've been studing english literature for 2 years and enjoy living with a lot of my friends in the dorm because my family,in fact my parents,live in the city where I was born in,lahijan.I have two older brothers,Nima(the older and the married one,computer software engineer who live in the south lands of iran) and pourya(the mine discovering engineer who is working as a consulting engineer now).As you see,both of them like me live apart from my parents and especially from where they basically belong.&lt;br /&gt;And about my city:Lahijan is a city in Iran's Gilan province, on the shores of Caspian Sea and south of Langroud or Langrood. It had an estimated population of 61,953 in 2005.[1] It is historically the first town in iran to have tea plantations, today having the biggest area of tea cultivation in Iran. "Lahijan Spring Tea" is the best quality tea produced in the country. Prince Mohammad Mirza known as "Kashef-ol-Saltaneh" who was born in Lahijan was the &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/LAHIJAN.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/200/LAHIJAN.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;first mayor of Tehran. While being the Iranian ambassador to india under British rule, he knew the British would not allow him to learn about tea production secrets as it was their biggest business in India that time. So being fluent in French, the prince pretended to be a French laborer and started to work in tea plantations and factories to learn how to produce tea and later secretly took it to Iran. His tomb in Lahijan is now "Iran Tea Museum". Lahijan rice, tea, silk and cookies are also well-known and sold all over the country. The nearest Caspian beach to Lahijan is "Chamkhaleh Beach". Places of interest: Lahijan Pool (Estakhr) Four King Tomb (Char Padshah) Golshan Bath Sheykh Zahed Guilani Tomb Lahijan Fresh Produce Market No.1 and No.2 Brick Bridge of Langrood Chamkhaleh Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/074b.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/200/074b.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/lahijan100.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/200/lahijan100.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="120" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/200/lahijan2.0.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849624-114555323192875513?l=shimbamisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/feeds/114555323192875513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849624&amp;postID=114555323192875513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/114555323192875513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/114555323192875513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/2006/04/hii-am-shimashima-farhesh.html' title=''/><author><name>shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034904978436686541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849624.post-114555184078464331</id><published>2006-04-20T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T03:25:37.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;            I asked for....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     I asked for strength...&lt;br /&gt;and Allah gave me difficulties to make me strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I asked for wisdom...&lt;br /&gt;and Allah gave me problems to solve &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/4%20rang%20karde2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/400/4%20rang%20karde2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I asked for prosperity...&lt;br /&gt;and Allah gave me Brain and Brown to work &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/4%20rang%20karde.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I asked for courage...&lt;br /&gt;and Allah gave me danger to overcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I asked for LOVE...&lt;br /&gt;and Allah gave me troubled people to help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I asked for favors...&lt;br /&gt;and Allah gave me opportunities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               I recieved nothing I wanted&lt;br /&gt;                            I recieved everything I NEEDED &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                            My Prayers Has Been Answered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                               (taken from Zamzam magazine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849624-114555184078464331?l=shimbamisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/feeds/114555184078464331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849624&amp;postID=114555184078464331' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/114555184078464331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/114555184078464331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-asked-for.html' title=''/><author><name>shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034904978436686541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849624.post-114555104367335381</id><published>2006-04-20T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T00:21:00.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/IMG0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/400/IMG0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/264/2469/1600/4%20rang%20karde2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open the windows, my friend!&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember that a hostile fire burnt the earth?&lt;br /&gt;The leaves were all faded;&lt;br /&gt;What did the thirstiness do with the heart of dust?&lt;br /&gt;What did the wild wind do in the middle of night?&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Now believe the miracle of the rain&lt;br /&gt;and see the generosity in the lawn's eyes&lt;br /&gt;and the kindness in the breeze's soul&lt;br /&gt;that in this narrow alley&lt;br /&gt;with this empty hands&lt;br /&gt;celebrate Acacia's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soil is reborn again!&lt;br /&gt;Why are you like a store? Why are you so cheerless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open the windows,&lt;br /&gt;and believe the spring! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;بازکن پنجره ها را ای دوست&lt;br /&gt;هیچ یادت هست&lt;br /&gt;که زمین را عطشی وحشی سوخت؟&lt;br /&gt;برگهاپژمردند؟&lt;br /&gt;تشنگی با جگرخاک چه کرد؟&lt;br /&gt;نیمه شب بادغضبناک چه کرد؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;حالیا معجزۀ باران را باورکن&lt;br /&gt;وسخاوت را در چشم چمنزار ببین&lt;br /&gt;ومحبت را درروح نسیم&lt;br /&gt;که دراین کوچۀ تنگ&lt;br /&gt;باهمین دست تهی&lt;br /&gt;روز میلاد اقاقیهارا&lt;br /&gt;جشن می گیرد!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;خاک جان یافته است&lt;br /&gt;تو چرا سنگ شدی؟&lt;br /&gt;تو چرا اینهمه دلتنگ شدی؟&lt;br /&gt;بازکن پنجره ها را&lt;br /&gt;             وبهاران را&lt;br /&gt;                    باور کن!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849624-114555104367335381?l=shimbamisi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/feeds/114555104367335381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849624&amp;postID=114555104367335381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/114555104367335381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849624/posts/default/114555104367335381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimbamisi.blogspot.com/2006/04/open-windows-my-friend-do-you-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09034904978436686541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
