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<title><![CDATA[Mullah Nasrudin Is Saved From Near Death]]></title>
<link>http://glimpses63.wordpress.com/2009/11/24/fg/</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 11:11:17 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Doug</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[The Grand Ayatollah &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Recently, it is reported, Mullah Nasrudin had seemed ex]]></description>
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<p><em>The Grand Ayatollah</em></p>
<p>&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; Recently, it is reported, Mullah Nasrudin had seemed excited, but had said very slowly to his wife, &#8220;Finally I&#8217;ve made it home safely and I am alive&#8230; and now I have a thirst&#8230;&#8221;<br />
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; The Mullah&#8217;s wife, endeavoring to please him, interrupted him quickly. &#8220;Um, uh, oh yes: I am your soda, rose petals and mint.  Add your yogurt to my virgin milk and I will do the dance of the veils.&#8221;<br />
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; &#8220;No, not that.  I was going to say that I now have a great &#8216;thirst for life&#8217; because I nearly died today.&#8221;<br />
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; &#8220;Again?&#8221; she muttered, but realizing she was speaking out loud, quickly said, &#8220;Oh dear. Tell me of today&#8217;s saga.&#8221;<br />
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; &#8220;I was riding my donkey towards the edge of a cliff, but I didn&#8217;t know there were any cliffs anywhere, and would have blissfully ridden to my death, had it not been for my hero who I&#8217;m recommending to be promoted to Grand Ayatollah.&#8221;<br />
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; &#8220;What qualifications does he have?&#8221;<br />
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; &#8220;Well, he speaks with a sticky tongue and catches insects.&#8221;<br />
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; The Mullah&#8217;s wife was puzzled.  She presented a gentle interrogation: &#8220;I don&#8217;t understand &#8212; you had better explain how he saved your life.&#8221;<br />
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; &#8220;As I was riding towards my doom, a frog suddenly croaked loudly and startled the donkey.  It rose up on its hind legs and threw me to the ground.  Thus we avoided the cliff.  As a good deed was done, I must reward the frog.&#8221;<br />
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; &#8220;Wait. What? You are going to ask that a  frog be made a Grand Ayatollah?&#8221;<br />
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; &#8220;Yes, of course.  Are there not many insects that buzz around the people?&#8221;<br />
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; &#8220;But&#8230;&#8221;<br />
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; &#8220;&#8230;and should not a noble tongue be sticky enough to remove the venomous words from the swamps of evil&#8230;&#8221;<br />
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; &#8220;But we don&#8217;t have any swamps nearby.&#8221;<br />
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; &#8220;And I don&#8217;t suppose you believe there are any cliffs to be avoided?&#8221;<br />
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; &#8220;Well, dear, I&#8217;m afraid I don&#8217;t understand, but if you must, write your letter as you always do and I will pray.&#8221;<br />
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; &#8220;Don&#8217;t worry.  I&#8217;ll be careful.  But now, with all this talk I am dry but I must say I have a thirst&#8230;&#8221;<br />
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; &#8220;Yes, I know dear, you have a &#8216;thirst for life&#8217; . &#8220;<br />
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; &#8220;No not that.&#8221;</p>
<p> &#8212;Douglas Gilbert<br />
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<a href="http://mojoepoe.wordpress.com"><span style="font-size:130%;color:rgb(0,51,204);"><u><strong><em>Poetry</em> by Douglas Gilbert</strong></u></span></a></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Esther Chapter Seven]]></title>
<link>http://ruthandesther.wordpress.com/2009/11/22/esther-chapter-seven/</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 06:55:45 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>negev2009</dc:creator>
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<title><![CDATA[Persialaisen runoillan mietteitä]]></title>
<link>http://kirjavakirjasto.wordpress.com/2009/11/21/persialaisen-runoillan-mietteita/</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 17:07:16 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Kirjava kirjasto</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Pimeä, marraskuinen tiistai-ilta keräsi Lapponica-saliin lähes viisikymmentä runouden ystävää kuunte]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[aku mau mereka]]></title>
<link>http://therewillbetheone.wordpress.com/2009/11/21/aku-mau-mereka/</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 10:38:07 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>therewillbetheone</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Ah, aku telah muak dengan keadaan ini. Hidupku terlalu memukkan, bagaimana bila aku pergi. Hingga pa]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>Ah, aku telah muak dengan keadaan ini.</p>
<p>Hidupku terlalu memukkan, bagaimana bila aku pergi.</p>
<p>Hingga pada malam ketiga aku berjalan tanpa arah, hampir tanpa melihat ke depan.</p>
<p>Seorang kakek tua menyuruhku duduk di atas karpetnya, sudah sangat tua..</p>
<p>“Duduk di sini, biarpun karpetku telah rapuh dan tua setua aku, dia bisa mengantarkanmu ketempat yang ramai dan menyenangkan untukmu”</p>
<p>“Siapa kamu?”</p>
<p>“Aku Aladin, Jasmineku telah mati. Aku tidak mau ke persia lagi, aku mau menunggu disini saja, menunggu Tuhan mengantarkanku ke tempat Jasmine”</p>
<p>Aku menurutinya&#8230;</p>
<p>Karpet ini membawa aku terbang, mmmmm dingin sekali, aku hanya merunduk dan menutup wajahku dengan kedua tanganku,</p>
<p>Sebenarnya aku agak takut..</p>
<p>Karpetnya mulai mendarat perlahan</p>
<p>Aku mulai mengintip dari sela-sela jariku</p>
<p>Ummmmmm, udaranya wangiiii sekali, harum musk, juga rosmary&#8230;</p>
<p>Karpet yang aku duduki berubah menjadi unta tinggi yang bercorak indah,</p>
<p>Waaaah, langit malamnya cerah bukan main.</p>
<p>Di depanku istana yang besarnya sebesar desaku, kubahnya terang benderang</p>
<p>Ratusan orang berjajar dikedua sisi karpet marun bercorak khas timur tengah,</p>
<p>memaikan musik timur tengah,</p>
<p>tari-tarian timur tengah mengiringi aku yang masih duduk diatas unta tinggiku,</p>
<p>“Selamat malam tuan putri, kami semua pelayan anda, apa mau anda katakan pada kami, kami akan melayani anda”</p>
<p>Semuanya indah, semuanya meriah, jin lampu ajaib itu tersenyum sambil menundukan tubuhnya kepadaku, dia bilang..</p>
<p>“Apa yang anda butuhkan baginda putri?”</p>
<p>“Mmmmm, aku lapar, aku mau makan-makanan enak, aku mau susu segar, aku mau sapi panggang, aku ayam goreng, aku mau roti yang besar!!!”</p>
<p>“Perintah anda adalah kehormatan bagi saya,”</p>
<p>Seketika semuanya tersedia di depan mataku..</p>
<p>“Ada lagi baginda putri?”</p>
<p>“Aku mau be the one ku kemari..”</p>
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<title><![CDATA[How Salman Al Farsi Came To Islam]]></title>
<link>http://theauthenticbase.wordpress.com/2009/11/20/how-salman-al-farsi-came-to-islam/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 19:15:19 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>عمر ابن مظهر</dc:creator>
<guid>http://theauthenticbase.wordpress.com/2009/11/20/how-salman-al-farsi-came-to-islam/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[How Salman Al Farsi Came To Islam It was narrated that Ibn Abbas said: Salman al-Farsi told me his s]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[TRANSASIAEXPRESS_ultima puntata]]></title>
<link>http://sinbordero.wordpress.com/2009/11/20/transasiaexpress_ultima-puntata/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 10:23:30 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>sinborderò</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Il responsabile di carrozza è pedante e non smette di ricordare che le donne devono indossare il vel]]></description>
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<div style="font-size:120%;font-family:futura;text-align:justify;"><strong>Il responsabile di carrozza è pedante</strong> e non smette di ricordare che le donne devono indossare il velo, specie fuori dal treno, alla stazione, bisogna coprirsi bene o sono casini. Alle prime luci dell’alba il serpentone iraniano si mostra in tutta la sua sontuosità: la moquette è dappertutto, poco ci manca di vedere tappeti appiccicati al soffitto; dalle tendine color speranza si infiltrano timide fasce luminose che rivelano un arredamento retrò, vibrazioni paglierine e del marrone antiestetico. I finestrini sono appannati e l’ambientazione è resa ancor più caratteristica dal persistere di antichi odori umani che nessuno ha ancora provveduto ad ossigenare.</div>
<div style="font-size:120%;font-family:futura;text-align:justify;">In cuccetta adesso siamo noi quattro europei: Felix mollerà il colpo a Tabriz, mentre io, Luis e Matthias abbiamo già cominciato il conto alla rovescia.</div>
<div style="font-size:120%;font-family:futura;text-align:justify;">L’ultimo giorno in treno, stasera finalmente arriveremo a Teheran.</div>
<div style="font-size:120%;font-family:futura;text-align:justify;">Dopo la notte intorpidita dal freddo e dalla veglia, ci concediamo qualche ora di sonno.</div>
<div style="font-size:120%;font-family:futura;text-align:justify;">Distesa sul lenzuolo che ricorda più la carta di giornale che un tessuto di cotone, mi abbandono ai pensieri belli, tanto semplici da apparire infantili. Guardo gli altri russare, ascolto il suono delle rotaie, ogni tanto sposto la tenda e vedo gli alberi scorrere fuori come emozioni imprigionate dentro un tamburo di latta. Un colore ambrato permea ogni cosa, i prati luccicano e le scintille appaiono e scompaiono ad intermittenza. Vorrei dormire o continuare a fantasticare, immaginare una volta ancora l’Iran che mi aspetta, i volti da fotografare, le strade, i racconti da scrivere, il bazar, gli occhi, le mani della gente, le sue parole. Tutto è indefinito ancora, e mi sento libera: mi diverto a contornarlo, a creare situazioni, luoghi e umanità, nell’attesa che alla realtà fittizia si sostituisca presto l’esistente con le sue regole.</div>
<div style="font-size:120%;font-family:futura;text-align:justify;">“<strong>Passports!</strong>” – urla la voce dopo aver spalancato lo sportello della cuccetta – Con le teste ancora sotto la coperta, porgiamo diligenti i documenti e ci facciamo riconoscere sbarrando gli occhi sbigottiti dalla luce. I controlli della polizia non danno tregua, si ripetono regolari ma non distolgono dal breve letargo.</div>
<div style="font-size:120%;font-family:futura;text-align:justify;">Al risveglio Felix non c’è più, abbiamo già passato Tabriz.</div>
<div style="font-size:120%;font-family:futura;text-align:justify;">Comincio a sentire l’eccitazione dell’arrivo, i movimenti si fanno veloci e quella sensazione di forzata immobilità nella quale prima mi crogiolavo comincia adesso a farsi stretta.</div>
<div style="font-size:120%;font-family:futura;text-align:justify;">Anche la testa è asfissiata dal caldo quando ci fermiamo in un’assolata stazione per la preghiera del Ramazan: il canto del muezzin dura venti minuti, un’eternità, durante la quale tutto si ferma, uomini, mezzi e servizi. Alla fontana c’è chi si lava i piedi, un padre col figlio si riparano all’ombra di una piccola pianta, e una lunga fila di tappetini adorna lo spiazzo d’ingresso alla stazione. Intere famiglie scendono dal treno, si fanno posto e in ginocchio cominciano a pregare. “Fermare un treno per pregare?” – mi domando mentre osservo la scena dalla carrozza ristorante –  Certo può far sorridere, al Paese nostro non succederebbe se non per ragioni sindacali. Mi pare un vero sfoggio di ricchezza, questo tempo prezioso che i fedeli si concedono per parlare con Dio, e la loro preghiera altro non è che un pretesto per non dimenticare se stessi. Sarebbe forse il caso di tenere a mente certi atteggiamenti e farne tesoro.<br />
Concluse le cerimonie, il <strong><span style="color:#800000;">Trans Asia</span></strong> riparte: ai due tavolini di fronte una coppia conclude incurante il pranzo, io aspetto di vedermi servito il caffè, mentre la carrozza si anima di thermos e piatti di riso colorati di zafferano.</div>
<div style="font-size:120%;font-family:futura;text-align:justify;">Gli iraniani sono un popolo dall’<strong>ospitalità</strong> incredibile, non c’è luogo nel Paese dove ci si possa trovare soli e abbandonati: indirizzi, numeri di telefono, contatti, consigli di viaggio e trasporto abbondano sulla tavola insieme alle cartine geografiche e ai bicchieri di chai. “Questo è il mio numero – dice Hamid con fare pomposo – ovunque tu decida di andare basta che mi chiami e ti farò trovare tutto il necessario.</div>
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<div style="font-size:120%;font-family:futura;text-align:justify;">Questo è il numero della mia fidanzata a Mashhad, lei parla inglese, vi capirete. E questo è per te, ne avrai bisogno per telefonare, dentro dovrebbe esserci ancora qualche spicciolo”. Il vecchio volpone mi regala una sim telefonica: i rifiuti non valgono a nulla perchè quella scheda me la porterò appresso lungo tutto l’Iran, insieme ai numeri dei conoscenti che vi ha dimenticato registrati. Non ci si può negare un regalo fatto col cuore, e quella sim tanto utile quanto perennemente irrintracciabile, mi permetterà di chiamare una bellissima donna architetto di nome <strong>Noushin</strong>, conoscere il mio interprete e insegnante di farsi <strong>Arash</strong>, raccontare la vita della piccola <strong>Toeh</strong>, scambiare punti di vista con il caro professore filosofo <strong>Musa</strong>..</div>
<div style="font-size:120%;font-family:futura;text-align:justify;">Capisco adesso perché la gente abbia scelto il treno, il <strong><span style="color:#800000;">Trans Asia</span></strong>, per tornare verso casa. Per me si è trattato di curiosità, per loro è la vita. I tempi rallentati, le pause, l’avanzare per incognite, le sorprese, non sono soltanto dettagli ma il succo dell’esistenza. Certo il treno permette di trasportare molti bagagli, smerciare, fare affari, muoversi, camminare, sentirsi più ad agio che su un autobus o in aereo, ma non è solo la comodità a farla da padrona. Quel treno appartiene all’<strong>Asia</strong> per una ragione che sarà difficile da capire fintanto che ci ostineremo a pensare alle strette di mano come a fugaci presentazioni di circostanza. E’ l’approccio quello che fa la differenza, il modo di intendere i rapporti umani, il significato che attribuiamo loro e, in fondo, quanto di noi stessi siamo disposti a concedere senza aspettare nulla in cambio.<br />
Piove a <strong>Teheran</strong> il 30 agosto. Gocce leggerissime e sporche di fuliggine. E’ mezzanotte e regna uno strano silenzio. Capiamo di essere arrivati in stazione solo quando usciamo dall’entrata e i taxi fanno la fila per acchiapparci. Presto una manciata di toman a Matthias e salgo sull’auto gialla.</div>
<div style="font-size:120%;font-family:futura;text-align:justify;">E’ sempre un gran piacere abbandonarsi alla guida di un tassinaro dentro alla città sconosciuta, sorridere al sottofondo folcloristico di una radio locale, curiosare tra le insegne nella notte, assorbire l’odore di novità che sale dal finestrino abbassato, e decollare su di una lunghissima pista asfaltata, dritta, brillante e fradicia di aspettativa.</div>
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<link>http://sinbordero.wordpress.com/2009/11/19/transasiaexpress_3-puntata/</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 14:58:04 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>sinborderò</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Leggere Lolita a Teheran non è più proibito, ma Luis non ci ha pensato due volte a shockare la coper]]></description>
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<div style="font-size:120%;font-family:futura;text-align:justify;"><strong>Leggere Lolita a Teheran</strong> non è più proibito, ma Luis non ci ha pensato due volte a shockare la copertina del suo libro &#8211; meglio evitare l’esibizione di donnine nude – avrà pensato. Seduti al vagone ristorante, dentro al silenzio delle reciproche letture, si incastrano sguardi smarriti e incantati. Con dovizia di particolari, gli uomini straordinari di Gurdjieff descrivono la moviola che invano tento di catturare dal finestrino: nient’altro che vallate verdi, corsi d’acqua, gole impervie e sprofondi color sabbia. Il treno si ferma per qualche minuto, cede il binario, riparte, e gli operai della ferrovia salutano. Mi sento uno scultore incosciente, capace di modellare una statua d’argilla fresca con un solo battito di ciglia, e imbarazzato, quasi che il mio passaggio qui possa modificare il corso degli eventi e turbare gli istanti di un tempo rimasto nascosto all’impazienza.</div>
<div style="font-size:120%;font-family:futura;text-align:justify;">Settanta ore di viaggio sembrano un’eternità, in realtà tanto si avanza con lentezza tanto i pensieri di ieri si fanno evanescenti, rallentano e infine scompaiono.</div>
<div style="font-size:120%;font-family:futura;text-align:justify;">Qualche posto più avanti siedono tre donne, le figlie – immagino &#8211; insieme alla mamma. La più grande avrà 26 anni, occhioni grandi, tondi e lunghe ciglia impastrocciate di rimmel che sbatte con fare annoiato. E’ carina, ha le unghie smaltate di rosso, la coda alta di cavallo e due ciocche di capelli le scendono ai lati del viso. Sorride quando i nostri sguardi si incrociano, e capita spesso perché entrambe siamo curiose l’una dell’altra. Lei allora mette da parte la timidezza per un’inglese poco più che infarinato, e io rispondo alla sorpresa che le ha suscitato una giovane viaggiatrice diretta in Iran.</div>
<div style="font-size:120%;font-family:futura;text-align:justify;"><strong>Saba</strong> ha da poco concluso l’università a Tabriz, traduzione inglese- farsi, ed è di ritorno da Istanbul dov’è andata ad informarsi sui corsi di laurea specialistica.“La vita in Iran è difficile – racconta – ad Istanbul ho uno zio, perché non provarci ad andare via?”.</div>
<div style="font-size:120%;font-family:futura;text-align:justify;">Non c’è bisogno di fare domande, Saba è un fiume in piena, e quando non porta le ginocchia al petto o si arriccia nervosamente i capelli, parla a ruota libera come non avesse aspettato di fare altro per tutto il tragitto.</div>
<div style="font-size:120%;font-family:futura;text-align:justify;">“Con la mia famiglia abitiamo nella regione dell’Azerbaijan iraniano, ma l’azero non lo possiamo parlare, è proibito.  Certo, in casa, facciamo quello che vogliamo, come tante cose vietate fuori ma necessarie nell’intimo delle mura domestiche per convincerci di avere ancora una vita normale. Urmia, la mia città, è piccola, lì non sarei potuta scendere in strada a manifestare perché mi avrebbero fatta fuori all’istante; a Teheran invece è stato diverso, erano in tantissimi, milioni! Non capisco come siano potute accadere quelle violenze, quando ci penso, ti giuro, mi viene un nervoso.. Quella ragazza, Neda, aveva l’età di mia sorella. E’ diventata un eroe, un simbolo all’estero, ma per noi qui tutto continua come prima.” “A cosa ti riferisci?” – le chiedo – “Il velo per esempio. In Turchia me ne stavo così, come mi vedi, maniche corte, pantaloncini e infradito.. persino le infradito! Adesso invece mi devo riabituare all’uniforme, e fa ancora caldo. Poi c’è internet, lentissimo, e i filtri da usare per chattare su facebook; le feste segrete dove la polizia viene pagata per chiudere gli occhi e passare avanti.. Al tuo Paese invece, in Italia, come funzionano le cose?”. Sorrido. Non saprei da quali pantomime cominciare il mio racconto, e con sollievo il paragone viene interrotto dall’arrivo nella stazione fantasma di <strong>Tatvan</strong>: tutti fuori, il traghetto aspetta di attraversare il lago di Van e condurci alla città omonima per salire sul prossimo treno, persiano stavolta, anche nell’arredamento.</div>
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<p>Si è fatto pomeriggio tardo, quando partiamo la luce del tramonto illumina i volti di quanti stanno a poppa sorseggiando tè e riscaldando le palpebre accecate d’arancione. Saba adesso è con noi, anche lei nel cerchio dei quattro stranieri.</p>
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<div style="font-size:120%;font-family:futura;text-align:justify;">Ha proprio un bel portamento, la osservo mentre tiene banco con la sua gestualità e il fisico slanciato da indossatrice. “Sono stata innamorata una sola volta, ma non accadrà mai più – esordisce davanti una platea di uomini lasciandomi esterrefatta –  Come si può pensare di sposare qualcuno senza averci mai vissuto insieme un solo giorno? Ho imparato a reprimere le mie sensazioni, so che non è giusto ma inghiotto, le mando giù come bocconi di pane perché non ne posso parlare con nessuno. Cambierebbe forse qualcosa se ne parlassi? No. E con chi? Mia madre?  Non potrei mai. E neppure con mia sorella, è troppo giovane. Ecco come si vive oggi in Iran, facendosi un sacco di pensieri contorti, paranoie e ragionamenti malati”.</div>
<div style="font-size:120%;font-family:futura;text-align:justify;">Lo sfogo lascia tutti senza parole, nessuno si sarebbe aspettato una confidenza tale. Ci guardiamo ammutoliti. La confessione, senza vergogna, noncurante delle conseguenze, mi lascia piacevolmente scossa. Apprezzo ancora una volta questa piccola donna, che  prima di tornarsene dai genitori e prepararsi a scendere dal traghetto, si è raccomandata a che mi comportassi bene e indossassi il russari, il velo, fin da primo momento a Van. “Attenta che le guardie non scherzano – mi ha detto con una punta di agitazione – se non ti copri non ti faranno neppure andare al bagno..”. Da Van saliamo sul nuovo treno, che dopo Kapikoy e la fila sonnolenta al confine, si sarebbe spinto ancora più in là, ancora verso est, togliendoci un’altra ora e mezza di sonno.</div>
<div style="font-size:120%;font-family:futura;text-align:justify;">Mi è parso di vedere qualcosa dentro a quegli occhi da gatta. Sì, Saba è viziata, coccolata e rassicurata, ma questo non le basta. Mamma e papà la mantengono e lei vorrebbe scrollarsi di dosso quel peso che la riconoscenza a volte trasforma in senso di colpa. Anche lei vorrebbe zompare dalla finestra e bighellonare sui tetti come fanno gli altri gatti. Anche lei come loro, senza le vertigini che tolgono fiato e coraggio. Chissà che il <strong><span style="color:#800000;">Tran Asia</span></strong> non sia per Saba l’avvio di una ricerca, una via di fuga all’inquietudine; chissà che Istanbul non rappresenti la sua prima piccola fuga verso l’indipendenza.</div>
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<link>http://drjimsthinkingshop.com/2009/11/18/the-concept-of-exile-in-ancient-israel-and-its-contexts-upcoming-edited-volume/</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 00:35:44 +0000</pubDate>
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p style="text-align:justify;">I&#8217;ve pleased to have received the page proofs for two articles that will be included in an upcoming edited volume that should be published next year, in time for everyone to buy it at SBL Atlanta next November.</p>
<h3 style="text-align:center;"><span style="color:#800000;">Christoph Levin and Ehud Ben Zvi (eds.)</span><em><span style="color:#800000;"><br />
Concept of Exile in Ancient Israel and its Contexts</span></em><span style="color:#800000;"><br />
(Berlin: Walter De Gruyter) </span></h3>
<p style="text-align:justify;">The volume is the result of fascinated pair of workshops held at the University of Alberta in Edmonton (in Spring 2008) and Ludwig Maximilians University in Munich (June 2009). If I understand correctly, the two institutions have some kind idea-sharing arrangement that Ehud and Christoph took advantage of to get a bunch of people together and sort through issue of the exile in biblical literature.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Here is the blurb for the workshops, <a href="http://www.uofaweb.ualberta.ca/historyandclassics/COEAIC.cfm" target="_blank"><strong>reproduced from the U. of Alberta&#8217;s site</strong></a>.</p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;text-align:justify;"><span style="color:#000080;">This workshop brings together scholars from the Ludwig-Maximilians University of Munich (LMU) and the University of Alberta, along with colleagues from other European and Canadian universities. This workshop is part of a newly founded cooperation between LMU and the UofA and is conceived as the first of two workshops. The second is planned for Munich (2009).</span></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;text-align:justify;"><span style="color:#000080;">The workshop is meant to explore, from multiple perspectives, the concept of “Exile” in ancient Israel, mainly but exclusively in prophetic literature, including the social and historical setting against which it evolved and in a way that is informed by comparative ancient materials.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">The link above also has nice introduction to the biblical idea of &#8220;exile&#8221; as a product of historical deportations.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">I&#8217;m not exactly sure if every paper from with two workshops will appear in the volume, but I suspect that all but a few will be.</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><strong>2008</strong></p>
<p>Hindy Najman (Toronto) Revelation in Exile</p>
<p>Martti Nissinen  (Helsinki) The Exiled Gods of Babylon in Neo-Assyrian Prophecy</p>
<p>Willi Braun  (Alberta) Imagining Exile: Early Christian Uses of a Familiar Concept</p>
<p>Christoph Levin  (LMU) The Empty Land in Kings</p>
<p>Hermann-Josef Stipp (LMU)  The Concept of the Empty Land in the Book of Jeremiah</p>
<p>Ehud Ben Zvi  (Alberta) The Voice and Role of a Counterfactual Memory in the Construction of Exile and Return: Considering Jer 40:7-12</p>
<p>James R. Linville (Lethbridge) Myth of the Exilic Return: Myth Theory and the Exile as an Eternal Reality in the Prophets</p>
<p>Jan Christian Gertz (U. of Heidelberg) From a Military Threat to the Concept of Exile in the Book of Amos</p>
<p>Selina Stewart (Alberta) <em>Sive deus, sive dea</em>: Prophecy, ritual and exilic gods from Babylon to Rome</p>
<p>Reinhard Müller (LMU) Images of Exile in the Book of Judge</p>
<p>Francis Landy(Alberta)   Exile in the Book of Isaiah</p>
<h3 style="text-align:center;">2009</h3>
<p><a href="http://www.at1.evtheol.uni-muenchen.de/aktuelles/concept-o-exile/index.html" target="_blank"><strong>http://www.at1.evtheol.uni-muenchen.de/aktuelles/concept-o-exile/index.html</strong></a></p>
<p><em>Ehud Ben Zv (Alberta) </em>Exile in the Book of Chronicles</p>
<p><em>Eckart Otto (LMU) </em>Deuteronomistic Redactions of the Book of Deuteronomy in the Exilic Period</p>
<p><em>Jan Christian Gertz (Heidelberg) </em>Does the Primeval History Reflect on the Exile?</p>
<p><em>Jakob Wöhrle (WestfälischeWilhelms-Universit</em><em>ä</em><em>t Münster)</em> The Un-Empty Land. The Concept of Exile and Land in P</p>
<p><em>Hermann-Josef Stipp (LMU) </em>The Original Function of the Concept of the Empty Land in the Book of Jeremiah</p>
<p><em>Paul G. Mosca (U. of British Columbia) </em>Job and Second Isaiah: Two Faces of Exile</p>
<p><em>Juha Pakkala (Helsinki) </em>The Concept of Exile and its Development in the Ezra Tradition</p>
<p><em>Reinhard Müller (LMU) </em>Exile and the Empty Land in the Holiness Code (Lev. 26)</p>
<p><em>James Linville (Lethbridge) </em>Playing with Maps of Exile: Displacement, Utopia, and Disjunction</p>
<p><em>Francis Landy (Edmonton) </em>Reading, Writing, and Exile</p>
<p><em>Hindy Najman (Toronto) </em>The First and Second Destruction in the Late Ancient Jewish Imagination</p>
<p><em>Kirsi Valkama (Helsinki) </em>Judah in the Mid-Sixth Century BCE. Archaeological Remains</p>
<p><em>Christoph Levin (LMU) </em>What do we really know about Jerusalem’s conquest and the exile?</p>
<p style="text-align:center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">The whole affair was a wonderful experience (both times) and I really enjoyed the time in Germany this summer. I saw a mess of alps, drank a lot of good beer, ate a lot of good food, and met some really good people. There were a lot of great papers and a wide variety of approaches, from source critical, archaeological and historical to Francis&#8217; wonderful musings on poetry, exile and death in Isaiah. I think  mine sort of stood out like sort thumbs. I&#8217;m getting used to it&#8230;</p>
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<p style="text-align:justify;">My 2008 paper, “Myth of the Exilic Return: Myth Theory and the Exile as an Eternal Reality in the Prophets”  was a lot of fun to write. Doing a paper in Edmonton is always great for me since it is where I started my university career under Francis and Ehud. I sort of when back to my general Religious Studies roots and mused on the exile, creation, and competing mythologies of exile and restoration in the shadow of Eliade,  J. Z. Smith and Wendy Doniger. I drew some examples from Genesis, Isaiah, and Amos.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">In 2009 I stuck to Isaiah 40-55 and got a little strange. &#8220;Playing with Maps of Exile: Displacement, Utopia and Disjunction” returns to J. Z. Smith and looks at Second Isaiah as exploring the disjunctions between attempts to assimilate Cyrus to traditional mythical concepts and the need to reaffirm a &#8216;locative&#8217; cosmic map for which Cyrus cannot assume the role of founder. For that, Second Isaiah juxtaposes Cyrus with the &#8220;Servant&#8221;.  Informing this study is a comparison with various cargo-cult phenomena (again taking  a cue from Smith), and finding within in a deep resistance to Persia, even if its imperial ambitions have to be accounted for and assimilated.</p>
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<pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 11:33:40 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[“Please typewrite only”: così si legge sul modulo di richiesta del visto, appena sotto l’intestazion]]></description>
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“<strong>Please typewrite only</strong>”: così si legge sul modulo di richiesta del visto, appena sotto l’intestazione del Consolato della Repubblica islamica dell’Iran. Typewrite? E dove trovarla oggi una macchina da scrivere? Si tratta di un vero e proprio vintage, di quelli che vanno a ruba tra gli appassionati di mercatini pre- elettronici, e scovarne un esemplare funzionante significa rovistare nella propria e altrui soffitta, sperare nelle sorprese di vecchi conoscenti e, Inshallah, tornarsene a casa vittoriosi con una valigia pesante come un sacco di cemento.<br />
Non devono essere molti i turisti diretti in Iran, specie di questi tempi, e anche i funzionari consolari non perdono tempo in sorrisi né si preoccupano di rassicurare l’occidentale intimorito dal loro accento esotico: non proferiscono spiegazione quando il visto viene rifiutato, ma uno stuzzicante profumo di fortuna accompagna il pagamento del secondo giro di roulette. E la telefonata non tarda ad arrivare in una piovigginosa mattinata di agosto: “Teheran le ha concesso il visto. Il passaporto arriverà a casa tra un paio di giorni”.<br />
Immaginare l’Iran senza esserci mai stati è impossibile. Ma le emozioni e l’adrenalina che hanno preso a scorrere dentro al corpo quelle sì, che si possono descrivere, e raccontare con occhi spalancati.<br />
Sono trascorse alcune settimane dalle elezioni che hanno riconfermato il presidente in carica Ahmadinejad, e mentre le immagini delle manifestazioni di piazza facevano il giro del mondo, un nuovo Iran aveva già cominciato a far sentire la voce. Green Revolution. Un ruggito. Sembra quasi di udirlo, vederlo uscire dagli schermi come un tornado, spazientito e incontrollabile. “<strong>Na Ghaze na Lobnan, janam fadaje Iran</strong>- No Gaza, no Libano. Sacrificherò la mia vita per l’Iran”. Un pugno nello stomaco. Chi sono i ragazzi di Enghelab Street? Quale la ragione di pacifici cortei trasformati in carneficine? E il ruolo dei blog, dei video su Youtube e dei cinguettii di Twitter? La censura ci ha provato a zittirli, la repressione li ha mandati in carcere, al creatore e sulla forca, ma non ha impedito a che venisse fatta informazione. Costi quello che costi, quei ragazzi hanno dimostrato coraggio da vendere: senza considerare le favole dell’agenzia Irna, i rassicuranti comunicati governativi e il rimpatrio dei corrispondenti esteri, i veri giornalisti della “primavera verde” sono stati loro, dotati d’inventiva e di uno spirito che fa invidia ai migliori reporter di guerra.<br />
La briga di conoscerli davvero però non se l’è presa nessuno. Cosa sappiamo delle loro vite? Il passato non basta, il presente è ridotto alla cronaca degli accadimenti, mentre il futuro non è che un sostantivo di circostanza, un rovinoso tentativo di assicurare l’happy end.<br />
I ragazzi dell’Iran di oggi non sono soltanto gli abili contestatori che abbiamo conosciuto sul web, i teenager dai braccialetti verdi o i sostenitori del riformista Mossavi, che nella capitale hanno marciato sullo stesso lunghissimo viale sul quale si svolsero le imponenti manifestazioni della rivoluzione contro la monarchia Pahlavi. Per rendere loro giustizia si dovrebbe entrare nelle loro case, levarsi le scarpe, farsi offrire un tè seduti sul tappeto, e ascoltare i racconti degli esami di ammissione all’università, i mille lavori per mantenere una passione, il fidanzato che forse non è quello giusto, i giovedì sera della shisha, la religione che si vorrebbe mandare a quel paese, le ferie sul Mar Caspio..<br />
Partire quindi e andargli incontro, sì, ma come? Non riesco proprio ad immaginarmi diretta in Medio Oriente a bordo di un volo di linea, atterrare con uno schiocco di dita a Teheran, prendere il primo taxi ed infilarmi come scarpe strette dentro il traffico incartapecorito della highway. Non è questo il modo. Troppo veloce, stupido e indolore. No, la Persia dev’essere cucinata con pazienza, col mestolo di legno, fatta riposare, evaporare e mescolata ancora, a fuoco basso basso. L’attesa e la scoperta devono lasciare il posto alla preparazione lenta, al tempo necessario per svestirsi dalle abitudini acquisite e indossare l’animo di chi non ha nulla da insegnare ma solo tutto da capire. Il gusto si nasconde nei dettagli, e un viaggio via terra è un carnevale di sapori. Accanto alle modernissime schegge tedesche e ai 200 chilometri orari dell’alta velocità, esistono ancora treni dove spazio e tempo avanzano a braccetto, solidali, in equilibrio, seguendo i ritmi di uno scorrere naturale privato di ansie e appuntamenti da non mancare.<br />
Il treno come una lenta via di fuga quindi non conosce velocità ma soltanto il lusso, quello vero, e sola garanzia di ricchezza, che è il lusso del tempo.<br />
Per fare questo però è necessario imparare a dimenticare ogni genere di obbligazione con l’avanzare del tragitto, e lasciarsi cullare dagli itinerari che possono richiedere giorni, addirittura settimane, per attraversare steppe, delta fluviali, confini continentali. Eccolo allora il modo di arrivare in Persia: dalla Turchia, sul <strong><span style="color:#800000;">Trans Asia Express</span></strong>, addentrandomi un poco per volta dentro a quel mondo verso il quale sono diretta.<a href="http://sinbordero.wordpress.com/files/2009/11/2-cartina1.png"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-202" title="percorso" src="http://sinbordero.wordpress.com/files/2009/11/2-cartina1.png" alt="" width="499" height="258" /></a>
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<p>Nato nel 1971 per volontà dello scià di Persia, l’allora Vangolu Express che collegava Istanbul a Teheran prolungando il tragitto dell’Orient Express, è oggi un mezzo di spostamento vivace e rilassato: le carrozze passano tra Kayseri e i pascoli dell’Anatolia seguendo un percorso sterminato, inzuppato di voci, stelle, musiche, balli e aria condizionata. Molto poco lussuoso ma speziato, il Tran Asia accoglie un crocevia di cultura turca, curda, azera e persiana,  che nel giro di tre giorni e mezzo conduce dritti dritti nel cuore della capitale iraniana.<br />
Oggi qui e dopodomani laggiù, poco ci manca ad un coast to coast.<br />
Tra Istanbul e Teheran la vanità delle piccole cose prende il sopravvento; cos’è l’arrivo e dove si trova la partenza perdono significato, mentre ogni sfumatura di colore scopre di possedere un nome e poter essere finalmente raccontata. (continua)</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Masters reopen Music Museum of Iran]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[Nasrollah Nasehpoor Masters reopen Music Museum of Iran]]></description>
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<p>Nasrollah Nasehpoor</p>
<p><a href="http://www.mehrnews.com/en/NewsDetail.aspx?NewsID=983181">Masters reopen Music Museum of Iran</a></p>
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The people living in China followed Confucianism.<br />
 Those in India did not follow any individual philosopher. There were many thinkers among them, who have written theses in astronomy, science, medicine, morals and ethics, even sex (Vatsyana&#8217;s Kamasutra is still worth reading ) and of course, philosophy. Those who have read Vedantas, say, it is interesting. Our people never mentioned the word HINDU, which was coined by the Greek, who pronounce the letter S as H ! They meant Sindhus, people living in the river valley which was ruled by them for quite some time.<br />
In Persia, they had Zoroastrianism. They are very similar to we, namboodiris of Keralam and wear janyu (poonunool in our language). They had no WEEK, instead, every day of the month was given a name !</p>
<p>Farther west, were the Jews who worshipped JEHOA and obesrved holiday from work on the seventh day, the seventh month and the seventh year. (Were they not bored ?)<br />
All these people lived peacefully, never going to war, doing brisk trade among themselves and begetting children.<br />
All this changed, when the Romans ruled the whole western world, with the help of a regular army and civil staff.<br />
Chist revolted against the Romans and the Jews, who supported the Romans. When the Roman Emperor accepted Christianity, the latter became an oppressor, inviting revolt from the Asians agains the European rule.<br />
When Mohammad started war and formed a new religion, the scenario changed, resulting in strife between Christians and Muslims in later years.<br />
We all are now involved in eternal strife, not knowing how to end it.</p>
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>I&#8217;m told it&#8217;s a Luristanian Bronze Age spearpoint, but after scanning through a few dozen other Luristanian bronzes of approximately the same age, I&#8217;m starting to think it *might* be a knife blade.  On the other hand, the person who told me was an expert, whereas I talk mostly out of my ass.  It&#8217;s probably a spearpoint.  The &#8220;tang&#8221; on the bottom where the spear would be fixed onto a pole just doesn&#8217;t look sturdy enough to me.  To my ignorant, but eagerly speculative eye, that would suggest it probably wasn&#8217;t intended for use in battle, perhaps it would have been more &#8220;ceremonial&#8221; or something, for show, kinda like the polearms the <a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/bd/Swiss_Guard.jpg">Swiss Guard </a>would carry.  WTF do I know, though?  I just spew words and hope they sound smart.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s was made somewhere between 1700-1200BC, in the Luristan region of what is now Iran.  Persons with an interest in relatively current events might recognize Lorestan(same thing) as the home of Mahdi Kharroubi, one of the recent also-ran candidates for Fake President of Iran.  Most of the news focused on Moussavi and DinnerJacket, since they were the main candidates, but poor ol&#8217; Mahdi got cheated too!  I&#8217;d totally let him borrow my shiv if he wants to get even in style.</p>
<div id="attachment_467" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 478px"><a href="http://insignificantnobody.wordpress.com/files/2009/10/luristan-bronze-a.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-467" title="luristan-bronze-a" src="http://insignificantnobody.wordpress.com/files/2009/10/luristan-bronze-a.jpg" alt="1700-1200BC Bronze Age spear" width="468" height="86" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">1700-1200BC Bronze Age spear</p></div>
<p>In ~1500BC, Luristan occupied the northern/central part of Iran, the region near the border with Afghanistan.  They were known for their bronzework, but not much else.   They may have largely kept to themselves, although there are indications that they had at least some contact with their neighbors, the Mesopotamians.  Unlike the Mesopotamians, however, the Luristanians apparently weren&#8217;t so good with the written records, thus the not knowing a whole lot about them, except that their style, much like my own, was unique in the region.   They don&#8217;t appear to have traded much in bronze with their neighbors, by virtue of Luristan bronze being pretty rare in excavations outside of the Luristan region, including neighboring Mesopotamia, but they did engage in at least some trade.</p>
<p><a href="http://insignificantnobody.wordpress.com/files/2009/10/luristan-bronze-b.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-468" title="luristan-bronze-b" src="http://insignificantnobody.wordpress.com/files/2009/10/luristan-bronze-b.jpg" alt="luristan-bronze-b" width="468" height="80" /></a></p>
<p>I tried to find other examples  to see how similar others from the same time period were to mine.  I couldn&#8217;t really find any that matched, some were closeish, but none had the same combination of features that might suggest a common origin(at least to my ignorant eye), or narrow down its age a bit.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Misteri hilangnya 50 ribu tentara Persia terungkap...]]></title>
<link>http://carisajayah.wordpress.com/2009/11/12/misteri-hilangnya-50-ribu-tentara-persia-terungkap/</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 22:54:59 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Zeed</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Misteri hilangnya 50 ribu serdadu anggota pasukan Raja Cambyses II dari Persia pada 525 Sebelum Mase]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p style="text-align:justify;"><a href="http://carisajayah.wordpress.com/files/2009/11/persia.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-1552" title="Persia" src="http://carisajayah.wordpress.com/files/2009/11/persia.jpg?w=300" alt="Persia" width="300" height="211" /></a>Misteri hilangnya 50 ribu serdadu anggota pasukan Raja Cambyses II dari Persia pada 525 Sebelum Masehi diungkap oleh dua ilmuwan bersaudara asal Italia, Angelo dan Alfredo Castiglioni. Mereka menemukan ratusan tengkorak, tulang belulang, senjata perang, dan beberapa perhiasan di Gurun Sahara di wilayah barat Mesir dengan alat pendeteksi logam.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">&#8221;Kami telah menemukan bukti arkeologi pertama dari laporan sejarah sejarawan Yunani Herodotus,&#8221; papar Dario Del Bufalo, anggota ekshibisi dari Universitas Lecce, Italia, kepada <em>Discovery News</em> seperti dikutip <em>Daily Mail</em> kemarin (10/11).</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Keberhasilan tersebut diraih berkat kerja keras selama 13 tahun yang dibagi ke dalam lima periode. Penggalian pertama dilakukan pada 1996. Dua ilmuwan yang merupakan saudara kembar itu menemukan sumber mata air yang telah mengering serta sumber mata air buatan dari ratusan pot air. <em>Arcaheology News</em> melaporkan, perhiasan yang mereka temukan terdiri atas kalung perak dan anting-anting. Mereka juga menemukan senjata perunggu berupa pisau belati.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Menurut catatan sejarawan Herodotus, 50 ribu serdadu itu dikirim oleh Raja Cambyses II, putra Cyrus The Great. Mereka bertugas menyerang Oasis Siwa, sebuah oasis di dekat perbatasan Libya-Mesir, dan sekaligus menghancurkan Oracle (semacam pendeta agung) di Kuil Amun yang terletak di tempat tersebut.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Keputusan itu diambil karena para pendeta Kuil Amun menolak mengakui kekuasaan Persia. Alasan lain pengiriman pasukan dalam jumlah besar tersebut adalah karena sang raja khawatir terhadap ramalan Oracle mengenai kematiannya.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Rakyat Mesir kuno memercayai Oracle sebagai salah satu Tuhan yang mampu melihat masa depan. Mereka sering berkonsultasi kepada Oracle sebelum membuat keputusan besar. Pasukan sampai di Oasis setelah berjalan selama tujuh hari di gurun. Tempat tersebut dipercaya para ilmuwan sebagai El-Kharga. Namun, mereka tak terlihat lagi setelah itu.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Pasukan Raja Cambyses II tersebut diperkirakan menghadapi badai pasir raksasa sebelum mencapai tujuan pada 525 Sebelum Masehi. Sejak saat itu, mereka tak pernah kembali dan tak terlihat lagi.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">&#8221;Angin muncul dari selatan, kuat dan mematikan, berputar menyelimuti pasukan hingga mengakibatkan mereka hilang (terkubur pasir),&#8221; bunyi salah satu bagian tulisan Herodotus.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Dua bersaudara penemu kota emas Mesir 20 tahun silam yang dikenal sebagai Berenike Panchrysos itu menggali sepanjang 35 meter dengan tinggi 1,8 meter dan kedalaman 3 meter. Dari situlah mereka menemukan sebuah tempat seperti batu beserta temuan lainnya.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Mereka menduga, tempat itu digunakan pasukan Raja Cambyses untuk berlindung dari badai pasir. &#8221;Ukuran dan bentuk Kuil Amun membuatnya sempurna untuk berlindung dari badai pasir,&#8221; ungkap Alfredo Castiglioni kepada <em>Discovery News</em>.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Baru-baru ini, mereka membuat film yang mengisahkan penemuan mereka itu untuk festival film arkeologi Rovereto.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Tentara Legendaris Persia Ditemukan]]></title>
<link>http://erensdh.wordpress.com/2009/11/12/tentara-legendaris-persia-ditemukan/</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 16:22:21 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>erensdh</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Ratusan tulang dan tengkorak yang ditemukan terserak di hamparan gurun sahara bisa menjadi sebuah ja]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Lost Persian Army Found in Egypt?]]></title>
<link>http://lukechandler.wordpress.com/2009/11/10/lost-persian-army-found-in-egypt/</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 14:23:35 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>lukechandler</dc:creator>
<guid>http://lukechandler.wordpress.com/2009/11/10/lost-persian-army-found-in-egypt/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[(Honestly, this is not a plot for another Brendan Fraser &#8220;Mummy&#8221; movie.) The remains of ]]></description>
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<blockquote><p>The remains of a mighty Persian army said to have drowned in the sands of the western Egyptian desert 2,500 years ago might have been finally located, solving one of archaeology&#8217;s biggest outstanding mysteries, according to Italian researchers.</p>
<p>Bronze weapons, a silver bracelet, an earring and hundreds of human bones found in the vast desolate wilderness of the Sahara desert have raised hopes of finally finding the lost army of Persian King Cambyses II. The 50,000 warriors were said to be buried by a cataclysmic sandstorm in 525 B.C.</p></blockquote>
<p>Discovery has the full story <a href="http://news.discovery.com/archaeology/cambyses-army-remains-sahara.html?dtc=dsc-hp-drl-dn-news" target="_blank"><strong>here</strong></a><strong> </strong>with a good photo slideshow and a nice short video<strong>.</strong></p>
<p>Here is an excerpt from Aubry de Sélincourt&#8217;s translation of Herodotus:</p>
<blockquote><p>The force which was sent against the Ammonians started from Thebes with guides, and can be traced as far as the town of Oasis&#8230; and is seven days&#8217; journey across the sand from Thebes.  &#8230;General report has it that the army got as far as this, but of its subsequent fate there is no news whatever. It never reached the Ammonians and it never returned to Egypt. There is, however, a story told by the Ammonians themselves and by others who heard it from them, that when the men had left Oasis, and in their march across the desert had reached a point about mid-way between the town and the Ammonian border, a southerly wind of extreme violence drove the sand over them in heaps as they were taking their mid-day meal, so that they disappeared forever.</p></blockquote>
<p><strong>Update:</strong> Not everyone is accepting this as a legitimate find. Consider David Meadows&#8217; <a href="http://rogueclassicism.com/2009/11/13/cambyses-lost-army-found-dont-eat-that-elmer/" target="_blank"><strong>take on this story</strong></a>.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Vanished Persian army said found in desert ]]></title>
<link>http://iheartscienceblog.wordpress.com/2009/11/10/vanished-persian-army-said-found-in-desert/</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 10:53:38 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>sciko</dc:creator>
<guid>http://iheartscienceblog.wordpress.com/2009/11/10/vanished-persian-army-said-found-in-desert/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[The remains of a mighty Persian army said to have drowned in the sands of the western Egyptian deser]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p><a href="http://msnbcmedia1.msn.com/j/MSNBC/Components/Photo/_new/mass-grave-278x225.widec.jpg"><img class="alignleft" title="Mass grave" src="http://msnbcmedia1.msn.com/j/MSNBC/Components/Photo/_new/mass-grave-278x225.widec.jpg" alt="" width="278" height="225" /></a>The remains of a mighty Persian army said to have drowned in the sands of the western Egyptian desert 2,500 years ago might have been finally located, solving one of archaeology&#8217;s biggest outstanding mysteries, according to Italian researchers. Bronze weapons, a silver bracelet, an earring and hundreds of human bones found in the vast desolate wilderness of the Sahara desert have raised hopes of finally finding the lost army of Persian King Cambyses II. The 50,000 warriors were said to be buried by a cataclysmic sandstorm in 525 B.C.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/33791672/ns/technology_and_science-science/" target="_blank">Read more</a></p>
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<title><![CDATA[cornu ammonis]]></title>
<link>http://supercommon.wordpress.com/2009/11/10/cornu-ammonis/</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 09:13:09 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>williamakin</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[The darksome gods of yesterday aren&#8217;t as dead as we would like to think, their horns exposed f]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>The darksome gods of yesterday aren&#8217;t as dead as we would like to think, their horns exposed from time to time by shifting sands and forgotten maps leading to the wrong destinations. They live in our minds and memories, in places sequestered and black but pulsating with sparks of life. As long as their names are known and spoken they shall be worshiped, for speech itself is a sort of devotion.</p>
<p>Amun still lives among the oases, an asp in a sun bleached skull, an endless field of bones strewn across the Sahara, in the same places his oracles danced and prayed in ammonia fed dreams that felt like waking life. He is hidden like the fifty thousand Persian corpses lost in the sand, is revealed through his power, like the searing desert wind that disinters their lost skeletons, is gleaming like the exposed gold they once wore. Stepping effortlessly over the bloated decay of three thousand years as if they were but Cambyses or Xerxes, history is a thorny spiral adorning his crown.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Persepolitan roast chicken]]></title>
<link>http://itpleasesus.com/2009/11/10/persepolitan-roast-chicken/</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 22:54:31 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Emily</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[A while back, keen to try a new cuisine, I bought the cookbook &#8220;Persia in Peckham: recipes fro]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align:left;">A while back, keen to try a new cuisine, I bought the cookbook <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Persia-Peckham-Persepolis-Sally-Butcher/dp/190301851X">&#8220;Persia in Peckham: recipes from Persepolis&#8221;</a> by Sally Butcher, from my all time favourite bookshop <a href="http://www.booksforcooks.com.au/">books for cooks</a>. The book is a great resource for Iranian food and doesn&#8217;t take itself too seriously (there are a lot of tongue in cheek asides).</div>
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<div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align:left;">Mr M &#38; I decided to try the Persepolitan roast chicken. We topped up on our Middle Eastern ingredients at Sonsa (150 &#8211; 152 Smith Street, Collingwood) and grabbed a very nice looking bird from <a href="http://">Jonathans</a>. The quality (and cost!) of the chook reminded me of an experience at the Chicken Pantry at Queen Victoria Market, where we purchased (as I termed it) a &#8220;chicken with a story&#8221; (organic, free-range, corn fed from a loving home) for an exorbitant cost. I will say that the Chicken Pantry chook and Jonathan&#8217;s chook were both very good.</div>
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<div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align:left;">On to the cooking, we assembled the ingredients for the stuffing. Behold, some delicious looking fruits and nuts:</div>
<div id="attachment_263" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 510px"><img class="size-full wp-image-263" title="ce1" src="http://itpleasesus.wordpress.com/files/2009/11/ce1.jpg" alt="ce1" width="500" height="424" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Stuffing - walnuts, pinenuts, almonds, sour cherry, barberries, figs and prunes</p></div>
<p> And a few spices for the stuffing and the bird in general:</p>
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<p>The dried fruits were soaked* then chopped into smaller pieces.</p>
<p>* we forgot to soak them ahead of time, so made do with soaking them in boiling water for about 20 minutes while we got on with other preparation.</p>
<p>While we were cooking we indulged in some snacks from Sonsa (no they aren&#8217;t quite Persian): </p>
<div class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 460px"><img class=" " title="ce4" src="http://itpleasesus.wordpress.com/files/2009/11/ce4.jpg" alt="ce4" width="450" height="432" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Snacks: dolmades, hummus and katmer</p></div>
<p>The soaked fruit, nuts, tomato, cardamom and cinnamon were cooked up to make a pretty impressive stuffing.</p>
<div id="attachment_266" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 510px"><img class="size-full wp-image-266" title="ce5" src="http://itpleasesus.wordpress.com/files/2009/11/ce5.jpg" alt="ce5" width="500" height="393" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Stuffing ready to be stuffed</p></div>
<p>The chicken was stuffed, covered in a mixture of butter and saffron and placed in the oven.</p>
<p>Now, I did take pictures of the chicken before and after it was finished, but to be honest, they aren&#8217;t that great. I think I will blame my failure on <a href="http://www.masterchef.com.au/forums/thread.jspa?threadID=108590&#38;tstart=0">Donna Hay&#8217;s wisdom from Masterchef </a> - meat is &#8220;too brown&#8221; and hard to style!</p>
<p>It was delicious though!!</p>
<p><em>Details</em></p>
<p>The chicken can be served with vegetables and roast potatoes, or with rice.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Persia-Peckham-Persepolis-Sally-Butcher/dp/190301851X">Sally</a> explains that you can play with components of the stuffing, but that the important thing is to retain a degree of sharpness in the ingredients you use.</p>
<p>100g barberries, soaked<br />
50g prunes, soaked and pitted<br />
50g dried apricots or peaches, soaked (note we used figs, due to my stone fruit issues)<br />
50g walnuts<br />
50g pistachios and almonds<br />
50g sour or morello cherries<br />
150g butter<br />
1 tsp ground cinnamon<br />
½ tsp ground cardamom<br />
1 tbs tomato pureee<br />
Salt and pepper<br />
A delicious chicken<br />
1 tsp saffron threads covered in 1tsp boiling water<br />
4-5 potatoes<br />
Other vegies for roasting (we used carrot)</p>
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<li>Drain the fruit and pat it dry. Chop the walnuts, prunes, apricots.</li>
<li>Melt 50g butter, fry fruit and nuts for 6-7 minutes.</li>
<li>Add cinnamon, cardamom and tomato puree. Cook some more, then take it off the heat.</li>
<li>Place the chook in a baking dish, season it and fill it with the stuffing. Fold the flap of skin over the stuffing.</li>
<li>Melt the remaining butter, add saffron and pour all over the chicken.</li>
<li>Place in a pre-heated oven 180 degrees, covered for 40 minutes.</li>
<li>Cut spuds into chip shape, sauté in butter and oil until golden.</li>
<li>Remove foil from chicken, baste it, arrange the potatoes around the chicken.</li>
<li>Put chicken back in oven for 35 minutes on 190 degrees until potato cooked and chicken crisp.</li>
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<link>http://biblicalpaths.wordpress.com/2009/11/09/vanished-persian-army-said-found-in-desert/</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 18:10:41 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Stephen Smuts</dc:creator>
<guid>http://biblicalpaths.wordpress.com/2009/11/09/vanished-persian-army-said-found-in-desert/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[msnbc in sensational style (as only they can) has the headline, which caught my eye today, 50,000 so]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[The two most powerful regional powers: Turkey and Iran]]></title>
<link>http://adonis49.wordpress.com/2009/11/09/the-two-most-powerful-regional-powers-turkey-and-iran/</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 17:02:46 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>adonis49</dc:creator>
<guid>http://adonis49.wordpress.com/2009/11/09/the-two-most-powerful-regional-powers-turkey-and-iran/</guid>
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<p><strong> </strong>Turkey is the 16th ranked economy and Iran the 17th with the understanding that Turkey has no oil or gas production while Iran is the second exporter of oil and the second in world&#8217;s reserve.  Turkey has a population of 70 million while Iran is about 60 million.  Iran is much larger than Turkey in superficies but they are big enough to be considered self sufficient and independent nations.  Turkey is the turnpike for most of oil and gas pipelines originating in Russia, Iran, and central Asia and converging to Europe.  Russia has borders with both nations that dictated their foreign policies.  Both countries have over 7 States on their borders. Both nations share the Kurdish problem for self-autonomy: The Kurds are about over 20 millions and live in inaccessible mountain chains and high plateaus; they overflow to vast regions in East Turkey and West Iran. Turkey is mostly Moslem Sunnis and Iran Moslem Chiaa since the 18th century. Since antiquity, Turkey influence reached to the Euphrates River while Iran to the Tigers River; both large rivers take sources in Turkey and cross Iraq. The good news is that these two most powerful regional powers have many interests in common that dwarf any petty political divergences; they are the cornerstone for a new economic and strategic alliance in the Middle East.</p>
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<p><strong>Brief history</strong>:  Throughout antiquity till our modern days three main empires dominated the landscape of the Middle East. Turkey, Iran, and Egypt were vast economic and political empires the advent of Islam. Turkey and Iran managed to enjoy a semi-continuous existence of empires but Egypt had large vacuums of many centuries in between empires since the Pharaohs. Egypt enjoyed special status during the Greek, Roman, Arab, and Ottoman empires and was a world apart as wheat basket and the most advanced in civilization. Turkey and Iran could benefit from stable &#8220;national&#8221; entities but Egypt experienced foreign leaders as kings or sultans and relied on foreign officers to lead its armies, the latest dynasty was from Albania with Muhammad Ali.</p>
<p>The three empires are currently mostly Moslems and they were in general lenient with the minority religious sects.  The three empires have vast lands, rich in water, and have currently about the same number of population of about 70 millions and increasing at high rates. The Iranian empires relied on Afghanistan&#8217;s and the central Asian&#8217;s tribes for their armies.  As the frequent Mogul raids descended on Persia its armies went on the defensive. The Turkish and Ottoman empires relied on the Caucasus tribes from current Azerbaijan, Armenia, and Georgia States, and also from Albania and Romania.</p>
<p>As Russia started to expand southward and occupied many of these regions then Turkey curtailed most of its vast military campaigns and went on the defensive.  The Caucasus triangle of Azerbaijan, Armenia, and Georgia is still a hot spot for domination among Russia, Turkey, and to a lesser extent Iran, especially with the oil and gas pipelines that pass through them.  My post &#8220;Cursed Cities: Cars&#8221; would shed detailed historical accounts on that tragic triangle.</p>
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<p><strong>Modern Status:</strong></p>
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<p>In around 1920&#8217;s two military dictators ruled over Iran and Turkey.  Rida &#8220;shah&#8221; in Iran and &#8220;Attaturk&#8221; in Turkey were attempting to modernize their infrastructure and civil administrations by emulating the European examples.  Attaturk went as far as changing the Turkish alphabet to Latin.  Both dictators confronted the religious clerics for establishing secular States with unequal long term successes.  Iran has reverted to religious oligarchy after Khomeini came to power.</p>
<p>While Iran was historically more lenient with its minorities it appears that Turkey is practically taking steps to outpacing Iran in that advantage; for example, Turkey is translating the Koran into the ethnic languages such as Kurdish.  Women in Turkey are prominent in businesses such as Goler Sabanji; 9% of women are represented in the Parliament.  In Iran, Shireen Abadi is Nobel laureate for defending women&#8217;s rights; Iranian women represent only 3% in the Parliament though they constitute 65% in universities.</p>
<p>In the 70&#8217;s, Iran was flush with oil revenue while Turkey was struggling to establish an industrial infrastructure. It appears that in the long term oil is definitely a curse for emerging nations because wealth is not invested on the human potentials and stable modern political structure.</p>
<p>In 2008, foreign investment in Turkey was 14 billions dollars and increasing while it amounted to just one billion in Iran.  Turkey has expanded its representation in Africa by opening 12 new Embassies and 20 new consulates.</p>
<p>Nisreen Ozaimy is from Iran by origin and fled to Turkey; when her family lived in Turkey it was impressed by the confidence that the Turks valued their various ethnic nationalities; they had this implicit feeling that Turkey is in fact a bridge between East and West.  The Turks managed to blend harmoniously the secular and religious inclinations.  Turkey is a member of NATO and has a chance to joining the European Union.  Turkey is out of its 60 years hibernation and is currently very active in Middle East Affairs.  Turkey is on excellent terms with Syria: they recently opened their borders to enter without visas and are conducting joint military maneuvers.  Turkey is about to reach a peace agreement with the Kurdish opposition movement.  Iran is struggling to be incorporated in the world community and the nuclear issue is poisoning its relations with the western nations.</p>
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<p>Note:  this is a revised and updated version of my post <strong>&#8220;Turkey and Iran: Same and Different (April 25, 2009)&#8221;</strong></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Poezie persană - Ferdousi (935-1020)]]></title>
<link>http://quasiote.wordpress.com/2009/11/06/poezie-persana-ferdousi-935-1020/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 20:45:47 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[Abul Kasim Mansur Hasan Ferdousi s-a născut în satul Baj, regiunea Tus, dintr-o familie de nobili ru]]></description>
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<p style="text-align:justify;">Abul Kasim Mansur Hasan Ferdousi s-a născut în satul Baj, regiunea Tus, dintr-o familie de nobili rurali(dihkani). Înzestrat cu o educație aleasă, încă din tinerețe și-a dovedit talentul, versificând episoade eroice din istoria Iranului. În anul 980, aflând de asasinarea poetului Daghighi, își propune să ducă mai departe opera neterminată a acestuia, inspirându-se din Șah-Name (Cronica șahilor) în proză a lui Abul Mansur Gaznavi și o culegere de legende a prințului tamurid Bai Songhor. În 994, redactează prima versiune a epopeii Șah-Name, pe care o desăvârșește în 1010, dedicând-o sultanului Mahmud Gaznavi. Însă după o perioadă, cade în dizgrația sultanului, care îl condamnă la moarte, cuazele principale ale acestei hotărâri se pare că au fost deosebirea de rasă și deosebirile religioase. Totuși, reușește să fugă de la curtea sultanului din Gazna și-și caută refugiul în alte orașe. Scrie apoi celebra Satiră  împotriva sultanului Mahmud, care astăzi este pusă în fruntea tuturor edițiilor din Șah-Name.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Epopeea lui Ferdousi (100000 de stihuri) este una dintre cele mai fumoase din lume, e formată din trei părți: mitologică, eroică și istorică. Ea povestește lupta poporului din Iran împotriva celui din Turan: duel secular complicat de războaiele împotriva Bizanțului și a arabilor care propovăduiau Islamul.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Ferdousi a fost numit pe bună dreptate „Părintele poeziei persane” și „Homerul Iranului”, epopeea sa este o capodoperă, un model de epopee națională.</p>
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<p style="text-align:justify;"><span style="color:#003366;"><strong>Cum a fost creată Cronica Șahilor</strong></span></p>
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<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">Datini vechi, din gură-n gură, povestite-au fost în șir</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">vrednic ce-i de-mpărtășire nu plăti uitării bir.</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">Povesti-voi din nou parte din ce s-a mai povestit.</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">Tot ce înșira-voi și-alții au mai spus, necontenit,</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">din grădina conștiinței roadele strângând cu sârg.</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">Eu? Nici nu voi atinge poala pomului cel greu de pârg,</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">fiindcă vlagă n-am destulă; totuși, chiar de va ședea</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">omul sub un pom puternic, ocroti-l-va umbra grea.</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">Poate că din chiparosul ce-și asvârle umbra-n zări,</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">voi atinge-o creangă joasă, și-astfel, peste depărtări,</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">prin această carte despre șahi cu mândre străluciri</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">voi lăsa o umbră-n lume, umbra unei amintiri&#8230;</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">Nu-s în cronica mea scrise nici minciuni și nici scorniri;</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">dar nu crede că pe lume toate merg pe-același crug.</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">Cei mintoși găsi-vor hrană în cuvinte, din belșug,</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">chiar de-or trebui să-mi cate-n ele semne-nțelepțești.</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">Fosta-a din vechimi un hronic c-o mulțime de povești.</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">Toți mubezii*-aveau o parte din aceste vechi scripturi,</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">și-orice minte luminată mai păstra ceva frânturi.</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">Fost-a, dintre căpetenii de hotar, un pahlevan</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">înțelept, vestit, puternic și din tată fiu dihkan**;</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">drag i-a fost să scoată fapte din bătrâni, și i-a fost drag </span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">să adune laolaltă povestiri străvechi șireag.</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">El cheamă de pe meleaguri câte un mubed cărunt,</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">și din părți, ei închegară hronicul cu de-amănunt;</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">le ceru să-nșire-obârșii, șahi de șahi , și mari viteji,</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">cum îi întocmiră lumea la-nceput, și, val-vârtej,</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">dusu-s-au, lăsând-o-n starea vrednică de plâns, și cum</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">sub o stea ferice, zilnic, săvârșiră trebi duium,</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">Toți mai-marii povestiră dinainte-i, rând pe rând,</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">datini de la șahi și grele vremuri lumea preschimbând.</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">Ascultându-i, făurit-a hronicul vestit, și-astfel,</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">umbra-aducerii-aminte, fericit, lăsat-a el</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"><em><span style="color:#333333;">printre oameni, și o lume pe de-a pururi laude-l!</span></em></p>
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<p style="text-align:justify;">* Mubed &#8211; înțelept, vizionar, prooroc în Persia medievală.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">**Nobil vechi, proprietar de pământuri și sate, păstrător al tradițiilor istorice (aici e vorba de Danișver Dihkan).</p>
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<p style="text-align:justify;"><span style="color:#333399;"><em>Traducerea  George Dan</em></span></p>
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<link>http://kirjavakirjasto.wordpress.com/2009/11/06/sinun-kanssasi-maailma-on-kuin-kirjasto/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 12:05:38 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Kirjava kirjasto</dc:creator>
<guid>http://kirjavakirjasto.wordpress.com/2009/11/06/sinun-kanssasi-maailma-on-kuin-kirjasto/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Persialainen runoilta kirjastossa 10.11.2009 PERSIALAINEN RUNOILTA Lapin maakuntakirjasto, Rovalan S]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Prince of Persia Official Movie Trailer]]></title>
<link>http://lilseby.wordpress.com/2009/11/06/prince-of-persia-official-movie-trailer/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 11:53:23 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Lil Seby's Blog</dc:creator>
<guid>http://lilseby.wordpress.com/2009/11/06/prince-of-persia-official-movie-trailer/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Mi-au placut la nebunie jocurile Prince of Persia.Imi placea foarte mult cum merge pe pereti:).Cel m]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>Mi-au placut la nebunie jocurile Prince of Persia.Imi placea foarte mult cum merge pe pereti:).Cel mai tare mi sa parut Prince of Persia 3.Oricum, acum sa trecem la film.Din cate ne arata trailer-ul, mie cel putin nu mi se pare foarte spectaculos, adica filmul merge pe cursul jocurilor.Imi da impresia de filmele de pe ProTV gen: Hercule sau Xena(daca asa se scrie).Hai cred ca va amintiti si voi filmele.Sper ca va fii marfa filmu&#8230;</p>
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