nobody knows about persian cats کسی از گربه های ایرانی خبر ندارد

یه ماهی هست که فیلم " کسی از گربه های ایرانی خبر ندارد " می خواستم ببینم. فیلمی ساخته ی" بهمن قبادی" و با مکان ها ، ماجراها و شخصیت های واقعی

از همون اول جذب فیلم می شین چون بهمن قبادی می یادو می گه این فیلم بدون پرداخت هیچ هزینه ای حلال شما و تا می تونید اونو پخش کنید چون فیلم منو و امثال من اجازه اکران نداره. هر چقدر فیلم جلو میره بیشتر فکر میکنی. بیشتروبیشتر به همه ی اونایی که دوروبرتن و موسیقی زیرزمینی بهانه ایست برای تمامی مشکلات. به نظرم در ژانر فیلم های اجتماعی عالی بود و این فیلم برنده ی جایزه ی ویژه "کن " هم بوده. باید ببینین تا متوجه بشین

اینجا تهران ِ یعنی شهری که، هر چی توش می بینی باعث تحریکِ
اختلاف ِ طبقاتی اینجا بیداد می کنه. روح ِ مردمو زخمیو بیمار می کنه
دلیل ِ چرخش ِ زمین نیست جاذبه. پول ِ که زمینو می چرخونه جالبه
این روزها اول پول ِ بعد خدا . همه رعیتند ما هم کدخدا
باید کور باشی نبینی فقرو هر جا. کنار خیابون نبینی فقر و فحشا

من کیم ؟ یه دربدر. گم شده ی محله ها. پشت پا خورده ترین صدای شهر بی صدا .
از کجا ؟ جنوب شهر اونجا که، بن بست ِ نفس . اونجا که خواب و خیال زندونی می شه تو قفس .
وسط یک ضرب درم . خونه به دوش و خسته . توی چهارراهی که از چهار طرف بن بستِ .
من کیم ؟ یه پاپتی . پر از سوال ِ بی جواب . صد تا جاده ؛ رو دیوار نقاشی کردم توی خواب

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NOBODY KNOWE ABOUT PERSIAN CATS

The “NOBODY KNOWE ABOUT PERSIAN CATS “movie directed by “BAHMAN GHOBADI “explained the problems of young singers in Iran very good. This movie is based on real events, locations and people. The government in Iran doesn’t let show this movie in Iran, the reason is clear, because it fears form protests and…. The film offers perspective of Iran as it explores its underground Rock scene .The movie showed many problems for to make a song in this country. I don’t explain the film as well as itself. It showed some of the social problems very good.besides, this movie won the special jury prize of Cannes Film Festival. My suggestion for you is to watch it.

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my favorite story

hi, i'm busy in these days and i don't have a time for to write the new blog. this story from my view is the best . i choose it from " the chicken soup for the soul " book. i think this story move your heart. sorry , i don't have a time for translating. i hope do it later.

All I Remember


When my father spoke to me, he always began the conversation with "Have I told you yet today how much I adore you?" The expression of love was reciprocated and, in his later years, as his life began to visibly ebb, we grew even closer . . . if that were possible.

At 82 he was ready to die, and I was ready to let him go so that his suffering would end. We laughed and cried and held hands and told each other of our love and agreed that it was time. I said, "Dad, after you've gone I want a sign from you that you're fine." He laughed at the absurdity of that; Dad didn't believe in reincarnation. I wasn't positive I did either, but I had had many experiences that convinced me I could get some signal "from the other side." My father and I were so deeply connected I felt his heart attack in my chest at the moment he died. Later I mourned that the hospital, in their sterile wisdom, had not let me hold his hand as he had slipped away.

Day after day I prayed to hear from him, but nothing happened. Night after night I asked for a dream before I fell asleep. And yet four long months passed and I heard and felt nothing but grief at his loss. Mother had died five years before of Alzheimer's, and, though I had grown. daughters of my own, I felt like a lost child.

One day, while I was lying on a massage table in a dark quiet room waiting for my appointment, a wave of longing for my father swept over me. I began to wonder if I had been too demanding in asking for a sign from him. I noticed that my mind was in a hyper-acute state. I experienced an unfamiliar clarity in which I could have added long columns of figures in my head. I checked to make sure I was awake and not dreaming, and I saw that I was as far removed from a dreamy state as one could possibly be. Each thought I had was like a drop of water disturbing a still pond, and I marveled at the peacefulness of each passing moment. Then I thought, "I've been trying to control the messages from the other side; I will stop that now."

Suddenly my mother's face appearedmy mother, as she had been before Alzheimer's disease had stripped her of her mind, her humanity and 50 pounds. Her magnificent silver hair crowned her sweet face. She was so real and so close I felt I could reach out and touch her. She looked as she had a dozen years ago, before the wasting away had begun. I even smelled the fragrance of Joy, her favorite perfume. She seemed to be waiting and did not speak. I wondered how it could happen that I was thinking of my father and my mother appeared, and I felt a little guilty that I had not asked for her as well.

I said, "Oh, Mother, I'm so sorry that you had to suffer with that horrible disease."
She tipped her head slightly to one side, as though to acknowledge what I had said about her suffering. Then she smileda beautiful smileand said very distinctly, "But all I remember is love." And she disappeared. I began to shiver in a room suddenly gone cold, and I knew in my bones that the love we give and receive is all that matters and all that is remembered. Suffering disappears; love remains.

Her words are the most important I have ever heard, and that moment is forever engraved on my heart.

I have not yet seen or heard from my father, but I have no doubts that someday, when I least expect it, he will appear and say, "Have I told you yet today that I love you?"




Bobbie Probstein