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 <title>What have you done?</title>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;This is a continuation of my previous blog, &lt;a href=&quot;/main/blog/iranian-reader/black-blood&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Black Blood&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://legacy.iranian.com/main/blog/iranian-reader/what-have-you-done&quot;&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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 <pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 17:42:58 +0000</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Black Blood &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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Those of us who were around in the 1980s are reliving those days. I go back to the summer of 1986, when I went to Iran after my cousin Marjan was released from Evin.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://legacy.iranian.com/main/blog/iranian-reader/black-blood&quot;&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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 <pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 07:24:50 +0000</pubDate>
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 <title>Iran, A Reflection: Shot in the heart</title>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;In response to Nazy Kaviani&#039;s &lt;a href=&quot;/main/node/72272&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Iran: A Reflection&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;
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So what’s with this being shot in the heart?
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 <pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2009 11:01:49 +0000</pubDate>
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 <title>Allaho Akbar</title>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;
I went to the demonstration against the Ghaza massacre in San Francisco last Saturday. My nine-year old son became so troubled by the images of the slaughtered children at some point that my husband took him home. An old high school friend and I continued with the march down Market and Mission streets. A group leading the march was carrying a bullhorn, yelling out slogans that other marchers echoed: “Free, free Palestine,” “No justice, no peace,” etc. Periodically, the bullhorn cried out “Takbir” and the group broke into “Allaho akbar. Allaho akbar…”
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 <pubDate>Mon, 12 Jan 2009 17:49:34 +0000</pubDate>
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