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To the memory of our beloved pets

Cookie — Mon, 23 Jun 2008 20:58:35 +0000

It was 1953, my aunt who was going to Europe for an extended time with her husband. She gave us her French pica boo dog. I called her Micky; she was white and had long white hair. She was missing her family very much, and was very upset. She started trying to run away from the first day, and one day as I opened our front door, she jumped out and ran away. There were too many stray dogs on our street. The municipality had given instructions to their employees to poison all the stray dogs to prevent rabies. Micky fell victim to her escape from home and lost her life.

The hangover

Cookie — Mon, 23 Jun 2008 17:03:00 +0000

The American Nobel prize winners in humanity, economics and diplomacy. President George w. Bush and his vice president Dick Chaney, decided that they have had it with the little Iranian monkey in the front window president Ahmadinejad. It was decided to attack Iran by air, sea, and land. There was one major problem, the American forces which were comprised mostly of the unemployed minorities who had been hood winked by the pie in the sky promises of large tax free cash bonuses, free prostheses for their missing legs, and arms at the premier military hospitals.

The Great Question

Cookie — Wed, 18 Jun 2008 20:50:22 +0000

It was 1978, before the great uprising by the Islamic thugs and hooligans. My father and I used to go to Cafe Naderi in Tehran, around 10 am have our tea and coffee, visit his old and retired friends. It had become a routine with us: If someone was missing, or was late. Everyone would start getting worried and start calling. The average age was in the middle seventies.

Donkey Riders

Cookie — Wed, 18 Jun 2008 19:22:02 +0000

The Recollectins

Cookie — Fri, 13 Jun 2008 21:53:47 +0000

Be careful of what you see or ask in a public bath house

Cookie — Fri, 13 Jun 2008 19:28:10 +0000

My grandmother was a wealthy and generous woman. She had built a house for my mom and dad before I was born in 1941. We all moved in by 1942, My mother's family also joined us and were living on the second floor of our house. My aunt had a 16 year old daughter who was attending the French high school in Tehran, called Joan of Arch. Our house of up to date for the time, but did not have indoor hot water or bathing facilities. It was during the second World War and Iran was occupied by the allied forces.

Left to Rot

Cookie — Fri, 13 Jun 2008 18:04:16 +0000

I had been left to rot by my American Wife in Iran. She had taken my two year old son to visit her mother and father in California. The plan was organized by her good friends at the American wives in Tehran Club. I was not the only one of their victims, they were trying to free their beloved American sisters from their bondage in Iran, and help them go home to find happiness. The plan was secretive and well thought of. We, the poor Iranian husbands had been well kept in the dark.