Happy Women’s Day!

by Moorche

“Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men.”

“The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.”

If women didn't exist, all the money in the world would have no meaning.

Women cannot complain about men anymore until they start getting better taste in them.

"Remember no one can make you feel inferior without your consent."

The average woman would rather have beauty than brains, because the average man can see better than he can think.

Next to the wound, what women make best is the bandage.

When a man talks dirty to a woman, it's sexual harassment. When a woman talks dirty to a man, it's $3.95 a minute.

You see, dear, it is not true that woman was made from man's rib; she was really made from his funny bone.

 Women are never stronger than when they arm themselves with their weakness.

Can you imagine a world without men? No crime and lots of happy fat women.

 A man gives many question marks, however, a woman is a whole mystery.

They call it PMS because Mad Cow Disease was already taken.

There are three things men can do with women: love them, suffer for them, or turn them into literature.

Source: Quotations page  

 Have a good one Ladies, Moorche Farangi


more from Moorche

AnonyMous098, tou dar Iran ba Zane Hejabdar cheha ke nakardi????

by Zade Chadour (not verified) on

من «دوشيزه مکرمه» هستم، وقتي زن ها روي سرم قند مي سابند و همزمان قند توي دلم آب مي شود.
من «مرحومه مغفوره» هستم، وقتي زير يک سنگ سياه گرانيت قشنگ خوابيده ام و احتمالاً هيچ خوابي نمي بينم.
من «والده مکرمه» هستم، وقتي اعضاي هيات مديره شرکت پسرم براي خودشيريني بيست آگهي تسليت در بيست روزنامه معتبر چاپ مي کنند. من «همسري مهربان و مادري فداکار» هستم، وقتي شوهرم براي اثبات وفاداري اش- البته تا چهلم- آگهي وفات مرا در صفحه اول پرتيراژترين روزنامه شهر به چاپ مي رساند.
من «زوجه» هستم، وقتي شوهرم پس از چهار سال و دو ماه و سه روز به حکم قاضي دادگاه خانواده قبول مي کند به من و دختر شش ساله ام ماهيانه بيست و پنج هزار تومان فقط، بدهد.
من «سرپرست خانوار» هستم، وقتي شوهرم چهار سال پيش با کاميون قراضه اش از گردنه حيران رد نشد و براي هميشه در ته دره خوابيد. من «خوشگله» هستم، وقتي پسرهاي جوان محله زير تير چراغ برق وقت شان را بيهوده مي گذرانند.من «مجيد» هستم، وقتي در ايستگاه چراغ برق، اتوبوس خط واحد مي ايستد و شوهرم مرا از پياده رو مقابل صدا مي زند.من «ضعيفه» هستم، وقتي ريش سفيدهاي فاميل مي خواهند از برادر بزرگم حق ارثم را بگيرند. من «...» هستم، وقتي مادر، من و خواهرهايم را سرشماري مي کند و به غريبه مي گويد «هفت ...» دارد- خدا برکت بدهد.
من «بي بي» هستم، وقتي تبديل به يک شيء آرکائيک مي شوم و نوه و نتيجه هايم تيک تيک از من عکس مي گيرند.من «مامي» هستم، وقتي دختر نوجوانم در جشن تولد دوستش دروغ پردازي مي کند.
من «مادر» هستم، وقتي مورد شماتت همسرم قرار مي گيرم.- آن روز به يک مهماني زنانه رفته بودم و غذاي بچه ها را درست نکرده بودم. من «زنيکه» هستم، وقتي مرد همسايه، تذکرم را در خصوص درست گذاشتن ماشينش در پارکينگ مي شنود.من «ماماني» هستم، وقتي بچه هايم خرم مي کنند تا خلاف هايشان را به پدرشان نگويم.من «ننه» هستم، وقتي شليته مي پوشم و چارقدم را با سنجاق زير گلويم محکم مي کنم. نوه ام خجالت مي کشد به دوستانش بگويد من مادربزرگش هستم... به آنها مي گويد من خدمتکار پير مادرش هستم. من «يک کدبانوي تمام عيار» هستم، وقتي شوهرم آروغ هاي بودار مي زند و کمربندش را روي شکم برآمده اش جابه جا مي کند.
دوستانم وقتي مي خواهند به من بگويند؛ «گه» محترمانه مي گويند؛ «عليا مخدره».
من «بانو» هستم، وقتي از مرز پنجاه سالگي گذشته ام و هيچ مردي دلش نمي خواهد وقتش را با من تلف بکند. من در ماه اول عروسي ام؛ «خانم کوچولو، عروسک، ملوسک، خانمي، عزيزم، عشق من، پيشي، قشنگم، عسلم، ويتامين و...» هستم.
من در فريادهاي شبانه شوهرم، وقتي دير به خانه مي آيد، چند تار موي زنانه روي يقه کتش است و دهانش بوي سگ مرده مي دهد، «سليطه» هستم.
من در ادبيات ديرپاي اين کهن بوم و بر؛ «دليله محتاله، نفس محيله مکاره، مار، ابليس، شجره مثمره، اثيري، لکاته و...» هستم.
دامادم به من «وروره جادو» مي گويد. حاج آقا مرا «والده» آقا مصطفي صدا مي زند.
من «مادر فولادزره» هستم، وقتي بر سر حقوقم با اين و آن مي جنگم.
مادرم مرا به خان روستا «کنيز» شما معرفي مي کند. من کيستم؟
نوشته ای از خانم بلقيس سليماني،،


Iranian women against Hejab!

by Anonymous098 (not verified) on

Anahid Hojjati

On this International

by Anahid Hojjati on

On this International Women's Day, I suggest this quote:

"Not every man that we women are concerned about is sincere in their concern for us women."

I don't mean above quote as a form of men bashing.  This quote only applies to small minority of men. 


Natalia Alvarado-Alvarez

Being a woman

by Natalia Alvarado-Alvarez on

Bahram G

My deep respect

by Bahram G on

As a man, I wish to express my deepest respect to women in general and in particular to those valiant women who settle for nothing less than full equality with men. Women who give so much of themselves, by right, must be honored and not treated as second class or simply as chattel, as is the case in certain parts of the world today--including Iran.

May the Day of Woman this year usher in complete and unconditional emancipation of women.

An appreciative man,

Bharam G

Paymaneh Amiri

Happy Women's Day!

by Paymaneh Amiri on

Here's my wish for a world that is free of prejudice and bigotry and discrimination against all and particularly women.  Happy March 8th!


A new birth

by Shekar on

گوشواره ای به دو گوشم می آویزم

 از دو گیلاس سرخ همزاد

 و به ناخن هایم برگ گل کوکب می چسبانم

 کوچه ای هست که در آنجا

 پسرانی که به من عاشق بودند , هنوز

 با همان موهای درهم و گردن های باریک و پاهای لاغر

 به تبسم معصوم دخترکی می اندیشند که یکشب او را

 باد با خود برد”*

* تولدی دیگر-فروغ فرخزاد

Darius Kadivar

Happy Women's Day Khanoumha ! ;0)

by Darius Kadivar on

Mobarak !



مورچه فرنگی جون

mehrnaz (not verified)

Sorry I just realised you had posted this. Thank you very much, and also for the sweet choice of music!


Happy Women's Day

by mehrnaz (not verified) on

to all women, men and children!!!

Irandokht jan and all the other wonderful women on the site, thank you for the inspiring words and suggestions, particularly this one ".... nobody gives you power. You just take it"!! I have loved being a woman, just as I have loved being Iranian, despite (or because) of all the challenges ...


campaign againstg sharia

by abc (not verified) on

Join us to mark International Women's Day and to oppose Sharia and all religious-based Laws in Britain and elsewhere and demand one secular law and full citizenship rights for all.


Happy Women's Day to all you girls :o)

by IRANdokht on

wow so many beautiful contributions from the ladies.

here are some quotes I'd like to share:

Never let the hand you hold, hold you down. 

I wish someone would have told me that, just because I'm a girl, I don't have to get married. 

Women are the only oppressed group in our society that lives in intimate association with their opressors. 

The thing women have yet to learn is nobody gives you power.  You just take it. 

Man endures pain as an undeserved punishment; woman accepts it as a natural heritage

You don't have to be anti-man to be pro-woman. 

History is herstory too. 

Men are taught to apologize for their weaknesses, women for their strengths. 

Being a lady is an attitude.

Some of us are becoming the men we wanted to marry. 

I think, therefore I'm single.   ;-)

Thanks Moorche Farangi aziz and happy women's day to you




by Souri on

Happy Woman's Day to all women around the world, especially all women in Iran and other countries who are struggling for their rights.

With your permission, here I post a bit of history on Woman's Day:

The first IWD was observed on 28 February 1909 in the United States following a declaration by the Socialist Party of America. Among other relevant historic events, it came to commemorate the 1911 Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire. The idea of having an international women's day was first put forward at the turn of the 20th century amid rapid world industrialization and economic expansion that led to protests over working conditions. By urban legend,[1][2] women from clothing and textile factories staged one such protest on 8 March 1857 in New York City.[3]
The garment workers were protesting against very poor working
conditions and low wages. The protesters were attacked and dispersed by
police. These women established their first labor union in the same month two years later.

More protests followed on 8 March in subsequent years, most notably
in 1908 when 15,000 women marched through New York City demanding
shorter hours, better pay and voting rights[citation needed]. In 1910 the first international women's conference was held in Copenhagen (in the labour-movement building located at Jagtvej 69, which until recently housed Ungdomshuset) by the Second International and an 'International Women's Day' was established, which was submitted by the important German Socialist Clara Zetkin, although no date was specified.[4] The following year, 1911, IWD was marked by over a million people in Austria, Denmark, Germany and Switzerland, on March 19.[5]
However, soon thereafter, on March 25, the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory
fire in New York City killed over 140 garment workers. A lack of safety
measures was blamed for the high death toll. Furthermore, on the eve of
World War I, women across Europe held peace rallies on 8 March 1913.
In the West, International Women's Day was commemorated during the
1910s and 1920s, but dwindled. It was revived by the rise of feminism in the 1960s.

Demonstrations marking International Women's Day in Russia proved to be the first stage of the Russian Revolution of 1917.

Following the October Revolution, the Bolshevik feminist Alexandra Kollontai persuaded Lenin to make it an official holiday in the Soviet Union, and it was established, but was a working day until 1965. On May 8, 1965 by the decree of the USSR Presidium of the Supreme Soviet International Women's Day was declared as a non working day in the USSR
"in commemoration of outstanding merits of the Soviet women in
communistic construction, in the defense of their Motherland during the
Great Patriotic War,
their heroism and selflessness at the front and in rear, and also
marking the big contribution of women to strengthening friendship
between peoples and struggle for the peace. But still women's day must
be celebrated as many other days."




شیر زنان ایرانی:


روزتان مبارک. آوای عشق تان مستانه، نعرۀ نبردتان پاینده. فردای سرزمین آریا شکفته ز بانوۀ ایرانی.

Shazde Asdola Mirza

روز زن مبارک باد !

Shazde Asdola Mirza


به نمایندگی‌ از طرف قاطبه اهالی مذکر و خجالتی شهر ایرانیان.کام، که آنطرف سالون نشسته اند و دارند دست تکان میدهند؛ رسیدن این عید سعید باستانی را به همه بانوان عزیز تبریک و تهنیت عرض کرده، از خداوند متعال آرزومندم که سایه محبت و فرهنگ شما را از سر پر تقصیر ما کم نفرماید.

با احترامات فائقه،

وزیر کابینه خران مرد نما

Mona 19

Happy Women's Day to all my fair ladies :)

by Mona 19 on

"... Be a Queen. Dare to be different. Be a pioneer. Be a leader. Be the kind of women who in the face of adversity will continue to embrace life and walk fearlessly toward the challenge. Take it on! Be a truth seeker and rule your dominion, whatever it is – your home, your office, your family – with a Loving Heart."

" Rest ye assured! Ere long the days shall come when the men addressing the women, shall say: 'Blessed are ye! Blessed are ye! Verily ye are worthy of every gift. Verily ye deserve to adorn your heads with the crown of everlasting glory, because in sciences and arts, in virtues and perfections ye shall become equal to man, and as regards tenderness of heart and the abundance of mercy and sympathy ye are superior "

Mona ;)

The Beatles ~ Woman




Azadeh Azad

Happy Women's Day to dear M.F. and all women around the world

by Azadeh Azad on

Here are two poems by wonderful Maya Angelou.

Caged Bird

A free bird leaps

on the back of the wind

and floats downstream

till the current ends

and dips his wing

in the orange sun rays

and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks

down his narrow cage

can seldom see through

his bars of rage

his wings are clipped and

his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze

and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees

and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn

and he names the sky his own

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom.


 Phenomenal woman

(recited by herself on this link)


Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
I say
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my steps
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please
And to a man
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
A hive of honey bees.
I say
It's the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The swing of my waist
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say
It's in the arch of my back
The sun of my smile
The ride of my breasts
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say
It's in the click of my heels
The bend of my hair
The palm of my hand
The need for my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman
That's me.


گلبانوی نازنین نازی، متشکرم .. شیمی جان قوربان. ..


این موزیک زیبا را تقدیم میکنم به خانمهای استان گیلان . نمیدونم که ایا مازندرانیها گیلکی میفهمند یا نه؟



مورچهء فرنگی

Nazy Kaviani

For Moorche, Happy Woman's Day!

by Nazy Kaviani on

Nazy Kaviani

And another from Banoo Simin

by Nazy Kaviani on

ای زن ، چه دلفریب و چه زیبایی
گویی گل شکفته ی دنیایی
گل گفتمت ، ز گفته خجل ماندم
گل را کجاست چون تو دلارایی ؟
گل چون تو کی ، به لطف ، سخن گوید ؟
تنها تویی که نوگل گویایی
گر نوبهار ، غنچه و گل زاید
ای زن ،‌ تو نوبهار همی زایی
چون روی نغز طفل تو ، ایا کس
کی دیده نو بهار تماشایی؟
ای مادر خجسته ی فرخ پی
در جمع کودکان به چه مانایی؟
آن ماه سیمگون دل افروزی
کاندر میان عقد ثریایی
آن شمع شعله بر سر خود سوزی
بزمی به نور خویش بیارایی
از جسم و جان و راحت خود کاهی
تا بر کسان نشاط بیفزایی
تا جان کودکان تو آساید
خود لحظه یی ز رنج نیاسایی
گفتم ز لطف و مرحمتت اما
آراسته به لطف نه تنهایی
در عین مهر ، مظهر پیکاری
شمشیری و نهفته به دیبایی
از خصم کینه توز ، نیندیشی
و ز تیغ سینه سوز ،‌نپروایی
از کینه و ستیزه ی پی گیرت
دشمن ،‌ شکسته جام شکیبایی
بر دوستان خود ، سر و جان بخشی
بر دشمنان ، گناه نبخشایی
چون چنگ نغمه ساز ، فرو خواندی
در گوش مرد ، نغمه ی همتایی
گفتی که : جفت و یار تو ام ، اما
نی بهر عاشقی و نه شیدایی
ما هر دو ایم رهرو یک مقصد
بگذر ز خود پرستی و خودرایی
دستم بگیر، از سر همراهی
جورم بکش ،‌ به خاطر همپایی
زینت فزای مجمع تو ، امروز
هر سو ،‌ زنی است شهره به دانایی
دارد طبیب راد خردمندت
تقوای مرمی ،‌دم عیسایی
چونان سخن سرای هنرمندت
طوطی ندیده کس به شکرخایی
استادتو ، به داتش همچون آب
ره جسته در ضمایر خارایی
بشکسته اند نغمه سرایانت
بازار بلبلان ز خوش آوایی
امروز ، سر بلندی و از امروز
صد ره فزون به موسم فردایی
این سان که در جبین تو می بینم
کرسی نشین خانه ی شورایی
بر سرنوشت خویش خداوندی
در کار خویش ، آگه و دانایی
ای زن !‌ به اتفاق ، کنون می کوش
کز تنگنای جهل برون ایی
بند نفاق پای تو می بندد
این بند رابکوش که بگشایی
ننگ است در صف تو جدایی ، هان
نام نکو ،‌به ننگ ، نیالایی
تا خود ز خواهشم چه بیندیشی
تا خود به پاسخم چه بفرمایی

Nazy Kaviani

From Simin Behbahani

by Nazy Kaviani on

مرا زین چهره ی خندان مبینید
که دل در سینه ام دریای خون است
به کس این چشم پر نازم نگوید
که حال این دل غمدیده چون است
اگر هر شب میان بزم خوبان
به سان مه میان اخترانم
به گاه جلو و پکوبی و ناز
اگر رشک آفرین دیگرانم
اگر زیبایی و خوشبویی و لطف
چو دست من ،‌ گل مریم ندارد
اگر این ناخن رنگین و زیبا
ز مرجان دلفریبی کم ندارد
اگر این سینه ی مرمرتراشم
به گوهرهای خود قیمت فزوده
اگر این پیکر سیمین پر موج
به روی پرنیان بستر ، غنوده
اگر بالای زیبای بلندم
به بالا پوش خز ، بس دلفریب است
میان سینه ی تنگم ، دلی هست
که از هر گونه شادی بی نصیب است
مرا عار ‌اید از کاخی کهدر آن
نه آزادی نه استقلال دارم
مرا این عیش ، از اندوه خلق است
ولی آوخ زبانی لال دارم
نه تنها مرکب و کاخ توانگر
میان دیگران ممتاز باید
زن اشراف هم ملک است و این ملک
ظریف و دلکش و طناز باید
مرا خواهد اگر همبستر من
دمادم با تجمل آشناتر
مپندار ای زن عامی مپندار
مرا از مرکب او پربهاتر
چه حاصل زین همه سرهای حرمت
که پیش پای کبر من گذارند ؟
که او فردا گرم از خود براند
مرا پاس پشیزی هم ندارند
لبم را بسته اند اندیشه ام نیست
که زرین قفل او یا آهنین است
نگوید مرغک افتاده در دام
که بند پای من ، ابریشمین است
مرا حسرت به بخت آن زن اید
که مردی رنجبر همبستر اوست
چننین زن ، زرخرید شوی خود نیست
که همکار و شریک و همسر اوست
تو ، ای زن ای زن جوینده ی راه
چراغی هم به راه من فراگیر
نیم بیگانه ، من هم دردمندم
دمی هم دست لرزان مرا گیر


Dedicated to Mothers Who Made a Difference in the world....

by Moorche on



And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children."

 And he said: Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,  which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far. Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness; For even as he loves the arrow that flies,  so He loves also the bow that is stable. Kahlil Gibran 

    I love this masterpiece, Moorche Farangi