<?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-23149003</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:47:45.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to my blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahshidq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23149003/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahshidq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>red rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13486082289171321790</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23149003.post-115009560256666162</id><published>2006-06-11T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T00:00:02.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little girl, drowning in a pool! </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7889/2365/1600/114800a.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7889/2365/400/114800a.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Have you ever experienced drowning when you were a kid? Or have you ever saved somebody while he/she is drowning and completely disappointed if being alive? Be sure it is not sweet experience when you really believe that you are touching death with your childish hands.&lt;br /&gt;    Susan was a little girl who experienced drowning twice in her life. She was three years old when her first experience happened. "My parents liked me to learn swimming in my first ages. My mom took me to an indoor pool. Since I was very short, I was standing on a platform. Except my head, my whole body was under water. I was just playing. Because of being naughty I decided to swim (but as a matter of fact I was just walking about dreamed to swim). I could see everlasting water and being honest it was really nice for me as a kid who not even understands what the concept of drowning is. &lt;br /&gt;    I was like a little NEMO who wanted to explore world of water. While I was exploring, my mom shouted but I could not understand what's up?! Suddenly someone jumped in the water and took me out (they called she rescued me). After awhile mum told me to go back to the pool. She believed that if I did not return, I would afraid of swimming forever. But she advised me not to be naughty and just stay on the platform and play with water. So I was forced to forget my curiosity. I passed death.&lt;br /&gt;    "I was six and student of primary school when the second experience happened. My friend and I were taken to our school indoor pool with a group of elder students. My brother, who was nine, was a member of that group. We had a bad tempered teacher named LESLEY who wanted to teach a special kind of swimming to the elders. For entertaining, she forced me and her to swim 30 times without hesitation from somewhere to somewhere else. As I was a little student, I liked to obey my teachers' order. So I started to go and back exactly as my teacher said. I was tired of swimming and afraid of stopping. Suddenly I lost my power and could not tolerate any more. I couldn't move my body and I began shouting (calling my teacher, Lesley) but nobody heard my poor voice except my brother. He swam hardly, carrying me on his shoulders and put me out of water. &lt;br /&gt;    At that time Lesley came, got angry and shouted" I told you to stay in water, didn't I?". My brother who was more angry than Lesley , shouted at her, saying "you were killing my little sister, if I did not rescued her, you wouldn't understand that she was drowning" .&lt;br /&gt;    Lesley got sorry about that and I passed death for the second time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23149003-115009560256666162?l=mahshidq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahshidq.blogspot.com/feeds/115009560256666162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23149003&amp;postID=115009560256666162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23149003/posts/default/115009560256666162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23149003/posts/default/115009560256666162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahshidq.blogspot.com/2006/06/little-girl-drowning-in-pool.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;A little girl, drowning in a pool! &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>red rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13486082289171321790</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-23149003.post-115009498429858120</id><published>2006-06-11T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T23:49:44.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Telling lie</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been asked to define the term "lie"? what ways would you choose? Some of you may give a definition according to what is written in a dictionary, while some others define it by classifying this word into its different types. Lies are typically divided into 3 main types: white lies, out-and-out lies and omission ones. But whichever type it is, it is lie and none of them are convincible. Unfortunately some people lie and try to find a persuasive and logical reason for telling them.&lt;br /&gt;    Most of you may still remember that old famous story "the liar shepherd" in one of our primary literature books. He was a young shepherd who enjoyed telling lies. In fact he was a real compulsive liar.&lt;br /&gt;    Every day he would lie that the wolf had come to take his ship. When other people came to help him out, they found nothing but the laughing boy. The repetition of this habit made others to call him "the liar shepherd". Not long after, his dream changed to a horrible truth. Finally the wolf came and attacked the ship. No matter how hard he tried and how loud he shouted, no one came around. So the wolf devoured the ship one after another.&lt;br /&gt;    As a conclusion you should always try to remember this famous saying that "never cry wolf" and stick it in your mind that liars are always caught in the traps they set for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23149003-115009498429858120?l=mahshidq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahshidq.blogspot.com/feeds/115009498429858120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23149003&amp;postID=115009498429858120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23149003/posts/default/115009498429858120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23149003/posts/default/115009498429858120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahshidq.blogspot.com/2006/06/telling-lie.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Telling lie&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>red rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13486082289171321790</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-23149003.post-115009485909618840</id><published>2006-06-11T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T23:47:39.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in the zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7889/2365/1600/zoo.hv.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7889/2365/320/zoo.hv.0.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Today I want to tell you a story from my childhood, when I was six years old. Maybe that has happened to you too. I won't forget it since it was a memorable day for me and also my mother. As far as I can remember, it was a cloudy day of spring. My mum and I were alone at home. I suggested my mother to go to zoo. At first mama didn't agree but when she saw my eagerness for going there, she accepted. I got so happy and wore my clothes as soon as possible. I was feeling great and wanted to fly. Mama got happy when she saw my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;    My mother advised me not to be careless and not to go far away from her. I promised to be careful, then we went together toward the lions' cage. I got very excited by watching them. They were very huge and frightening. Beside them, there were some smaller cages in which there were about four or five pigs. They were awful and disgusting in my idea. But the most interesting part of the zoo was the cage of the peacocks. They were so beautiful and colorful. I dazzled at them and was not aware of absence of my mum. She wasn't beside me. I was shocked and started crying loudly. The weather got rainy, as the sky was crying with me severely. I didn't know what to do. &lt;br /&gt;    I just sat beside the peacocks' cage and waited for my mums' coming. I was raining terribly on my head. All my clothes were wet. My teeth started chattering. I felt I would never see my family again and somebody would kidnap me. Suddenly an old man came toward me and asked me why I was crying. When he realized that I was lost, he got me to the information room of the zoo and gave me to another man there. The second man called my mothers' name by microphone and after some minutes she came to me. I did not believe that I had seen her kind face again. Rapidly I ran to her and kissed her cheeks, but she was so angry for my being away from her and making her worried. I apologized and promised not to repeat it again. &lt;br /&gt;    It was a fearful day but never gets out of my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23149003-115009485909618840?l=mahshidq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahshidq.blogspot.com/feeds/115009485909618840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23149003&amp;postID=115009485909618840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23149003/posts/default/115009485909618840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23149003/posts/default/115009485909618840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahshidq.blogspot.com/2006/06/lost-in-zoo.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Lost in the zoo&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>red rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13486082289171321790</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-23149003.post-114749938297035879</id><published>2006-05-12T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T22:57:42.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is house work degrading?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7889/2365/1600/040700a.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7889/2365/400/040700a.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I have thought about this subject so many times . In my idea it depends on people that how they think and what dimension they consider.&lt;br /&gt;     Some women just  work at home and clearly  their husbands should help them. most of those women aren't ashamed of working at home. Some of them also work outside and do house work  alone. But as you know , it is so difficult . In this situations their husbands should support them again and help them in house work. Doing house work does not bring shame to anyone. It is a kind of work and working is respectful.&lt;br /&gt;     It doesn't matter whether women work at home or men. They should divide their duties. By this way, they can enjoy living together.&lt;br /&gt;At the end  it is better to add that doing house work is not women's duty and it is kind of them when they do that. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23149003-114749938297035879?l=mahshidq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahshidq.blogspot.com/feeds/114749938297035879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23149003&amp;postID=114749938297035879' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23149003/posts/default/114749938297035879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23149003/posts/default/114749938297035879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahshidq.blogspot.com/2006/05/is-house-work-degrading.html' title='Is house work degrading?'/><author><name>red rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13486082289171321790</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-23149003.post-114716139687742133</id><published>2006-05-09T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T01:01:06.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THINKING BEYOND...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7889/2365/1600/child-praying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7889/2365/400/child-praying.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen children who are praying ?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they are closer to GOD than us . Think about it. How is your feeling by this picture?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23149003-114716139687742133?l=mahshidq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahshidq.blogspot.com/feeds/114716139687742133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23149003&amp;postID=114716139687742133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23149003/posts/default/114716139687742133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23149003/posts/default/114716139687742133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahshidq.blogspot.com/2006/05/thinking-beyond.html' title='THINKING BEYOND...'/><author><name>red rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13486082289171321790</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-23149003.post-114698998414528144</id><published>2006-05-07T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T00:08:04.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you want to go abroad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7889/2365/1600/malesi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7889/2365/400/malesi2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       If you had been asked to travel to one of Asian countries, which country would you choose? Travelers can achieve useful experiences. If  I were asked to choose an Asian country , I would choose MALAYSIA.&lt;br /&gt;        In the heart of  Asia lies a land of many cultures, wonders and attractions. It is a land of  fascinating extremes. where  skyscrapers look down upon primitive longhouses. It is perfect for a memorable holiday., with some of  the best beaches and diving sports in the world. I personally prefer to travel to Malaysia for some reasons.&lt;br /&gt;        I want to continue my studies in English literature . according to my researches , it is the most suitable place for me to study MA. Besides that I want to visit it's wonders and beauties. Acquainting with new cultures and experiencing different communities can be sweet.&lt;br /&gt;      At the end , I want you know a brief information about Malaysia. it's  capital is kuala Lumpur .it's climate is tropical with warm weather all year round. People's religion is Islam and their national language is BAHASA MELAYU. We sould always try to expand our view points and think widely. It can helps us to make connection with some people who think differently. Traveling is an instrument  for this purpose.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7889/2365/1600/malesi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7889/2365/400/malesi3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldtrip.de/Asien/Malaysia/Tenggol1/tenggol1.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23149003-114698998414528144?l=mahshidq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahshidq.blogspot.com/feeds/114698998414528144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23149003&amp;postID=114698998414528144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23149003/posts/default/114698998414528144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23149003/posts/default/114698998414528144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahshidq.blogspot.com/2006/05/do-you-want-to-go-abroad.html' title='Do you want to go abroad?'/><author><name>red rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13486082289171321790</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-23149003.post-114586968582110381</id><published>2006-04-24T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T02:08:05.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7889/2365/1600/untitled.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7889/2365/400/untitled.8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From fairest creatures we desire increase, &lt;br /&gt;That thereby beauty's rose might never die, &lt;br /&gt;But as the riper should by time decease, &lt;br /&gt;His tender heir might bear his memory: &lt;br /&gt;But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, &lt;br /&gt;Feed'st thy light'st flame with self-substantial fuel, &lt;br /&gt;Making a famine where abundance lies, &lt;br /&gt;Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. &lt;br /&gt;Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament &lt;br /&gt;And only herald to the gaudy spring, &lt;br /&gt;Within thine own bud buriest thy content &lt;br /&gt;And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding. &lt;br /&gt;Pity the world, or else this glutton be, &lt;br /&gt;To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee. &lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;strong&gt;    shakespear's sonnet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23149003-114586968582110381?l=mahshidq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahshidq.blogspot.com/feeds/114586968582110381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23149003&amp;postID=114586968582110381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23149003/posts/default/114586968582110381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23149003/posts/default/114586968582110381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahshidq.blogspot.com/2006/04/from-fairest-creatures-we-desire.html' title=''/><author><name>red rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13486082289171321790</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-23149003.post-114568549082734661</id><published>2006-04-21T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T23:13:59.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Euthanasia (mercy killing)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7889/2365/1600/euthanasia-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7889/2365/400/euthanasia-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Have you heard of this kind of death? Last night I was thinking about the mercy killing. It means that the patient wants a doctor to kill him/her in a comfortable way. It is so horrible that a patient is willing to die. But in my idea, it is because of hard mental situation. I disagree with it.&lt;br /&gt;    Everyone who has such mentioned problem in his/her life, decides how to solve it and be rescued. Some people have strong desire and continue their lives with hope to be cured. In our wide world nothing is impossible. Medical science is being developed day by day, so they had better be patient until the day that a solution would be found for incurable illnesses and life would come up rosy. &lt;br /&gt;    Furthermore, Life has high value to be given up easily. Some other patients are not able to decide perfectly and they choose unsuitable remedy. I mean death.&lt;br /&gt;    As I said before, I'm against euthanasia.  In my opinion it is a kind of illness by itself. It can be defined as a comfortable death for an incurable ill. Take my advice: never give up hope and be aware of this point that having hope contributes to recover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23149003-114568549082734661?l=mahshidq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahshidq.blogspot.com/feeds/114568549082734661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23149003&amp;postID=114568549082734661' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23149003/posts/default/114568549082734661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23149003/posts/default/114568549082734661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahshidq.blogspot.com/2006/04/euthanasia-mercy-killing.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Euthanasia (mercy killing)&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>red rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13486082289171321790</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23149003.post-114543751785389626</id><published>2006-04-19T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T02:05:17.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What was important to Rose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7889/2365/1600/untitled.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7889/2365/400/untitled.7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My professor asked me to write my experience about making the blog. I decided to post it here. In our essay writing class, we are pleasant. Because we have an active class and each of us are eager to do our professor's orders. It was exciting for me to write my essays on a page that many people can visit, instead of a paper. So I learnt how to make the blog. By visiting some special websites, I followed some rules and established my blog. Then I preferred  to write an essay about my hometown  .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23149003-114543751785389626?l=mahshidq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahshidq.blogspot.com/feeds/114543751785389626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23149003&amp;postID=114543751785389626' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23149003/posts/default/114543751785389626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23149003/posts/default/114543751785389626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahshidq.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-was-important-to-rose.html' title='What was important to Rose?'/><author><name>red rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13486082289171321790</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23149003.post-114534562753238763</id><published>2006-04-17T23:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T01:38:39.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NORUZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7889/2365/1600/untitled.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7889/2365/400/untitled.6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In harmony with the rebirth of nature, the Iranian New Year Celebration, or NOROOZ, always begins on the first day of spring. Nowruz ceremonies are symbolic representations of two ancient concepts - the End and the Rebirth; or Good and Evil. A few weeks before the New Year, Iranians clean and rearrange their homes. They make new clothes, bake pastries and germinate seeds as sign of renewal. The ceremonial cloth is set up in each household. Troubadours, referred to as Haji Firuz, disguise themselves with makeup and wear brightly colored outfits of satin. These Haji Firuz, singing and dancing, parade as a carnival through the streets with tambourines, kettle drums, and trumpets to spread good cheer and the news of the coming new year.&lt;br /&gt;The origins of NoRuz are unknown, but they go back several thousand years predating the Achaemenian Dynasty. The ancient Iranians had a festival called "Farvardgan" which lasted ten days, and took place at the end of the solar year. It appears that this was a festival of sorrow and mourning, signifying the end of life while the festival of NoRuz, at the beginning of spring signified rebirth, and was a time of great joy and celebration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23149003-114534562753238763?l=mahshidq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahshidq.blogspot.com/feeds/114534562753238763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23149003&amp;postID=114534562753238763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23149003/posts/default/114534562753238763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23149003/posts/default/114534562753238763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahshidq.blogspot.com/2006/04/noruz_17.html' title='NORUZ'/><author><name>red rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13486082289171321790</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-23149003.post-114111352375811606</id><published>2006-02-27T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T15:38:14.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabzevar,  My Hometown:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7889/2365/1600/kashefi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7889/2365/400/kashefi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7889/2365/1600/khosrogerdminaret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7889/2365/400/khosrogerdminaret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born in a very old city. It is located in northern Khorasan. I want to introduce it to you all. I don't know how I should begin.&lt;br /&gt;It was a small city some years ago, but it has been expanding and becoming a big one in five recent years. It contains good facilities but not enough. Sabzevar is an old city. It has so many beautiful and old places that you can visit, like "Asrar monument", "Dahraz water (it is the name of a spring)", etc. Although it is located in desert, it has mild weather and four seasons. Sabzevar was a beautiful city before the attack of Moghol, but it took a long time to be recovered and return to it's real place. People are hospitable here and have very interesting customs. The soil is rich and the quality of water is high too. We have any kind of fruits because of gardens that are placed near the town. The most important fruit that I can mention, are pomegranate and cucumber. I've prepared some pictures that you can see here. The name of each place is written under the picture.&lt;br /&gt;Visit my blog and leave your comments for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23149003-114111352375811606?l=mahshidq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahshidq.blogspot.com/feeds/114111352375811606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23149003&amp;postID=114111352375811606' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23149003/posts/default/114111352375811606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23149003/posts/default/114111352375811606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahshidq.blogspot.com/2006/02/sabzevar-my-hometown.html' title='Sabzevar,  My Hometown:'/><author><name>red rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13486082289171321790</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>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
