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"gheyrat" + insanity + insecurity = jealousy

Parchin — Mon, 11 Oct 2010 19:27:22 +0000

Gasp, here comes the Anti-Feminist

Parchin — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 22:33:27 +0000

Sitting in an aisle seat with my legs gracefully crossed, I wonder if I would be landing a different person; I have chosen a seat next to two feminists. I come to them sad and in denial: a single woman yearning to lose her individuality. I can hear myself questioning the education, the freedom, and the career I am working so hard for whenever I start to crackle under the stress which is why I worry about spending a one hour flight next to these women.

Addicted

Parchin — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 22:01:28 +0000

I don't exactly know when it happened, and I'm not sure why either. But I became hooked, unable to forget or live without. Everyday I craved a new one, and would not be happy without it. There were so many possibilities, my imagination would run wild and by the time it was done, I remained in a state of ecstasy; the wonders of the universe, the mystifications of existence, and the depths of my creativity were lucid concepts for a few moments, and then it would fade away. I think it might be where I got my self-confidence from as well.

Bar Paa

Parchin — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 09:14:05 +0000

I knew the boiling and freezing points of water, but was petrified of speaking. I was unable to shift my glance away from the wooden ruler, held so firmly by the woman who would not hesitate to strike my shoulder with it. Looking back, I don’t understand why we never became accustomed to the fear that was imbued into us since grade one. No matter how many years our schooling lasted, we remained a children abused and traumatized.

Doroughe Leilio Majnoun

Parchin — Sat, 28 Nov 2009 01:42:46 +0000

I hate this age, 24. When nothing is figured out, yet everything is expected to fall into place. Prince Charming presents himself and whisks you off your feet, then buys you enough lattés and entrées to take you for a test drive. Of course now a days, it's extremely rude if the female party fails to offer her half, and even ruder for the male party not to accept. It's quite difficult to tell who's riding whom these days.

Namaz Khooneh

Parchin — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 03:27:34 +0000

Of course I wanted to go to heaven with Muhammad and the crew, but it was quite difficult to resist making fart noises when the Principal went to Sojdeh. And who wouldn't savour moments in which you shift your weight on your hands and attempt a high kick in your friend's head praying behind you? Yet most exciting was sneaking away and running down the stairs 5 steps at a time to hide underneath the stairwell to avoid getting caught.