<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691134890103844402</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:21:28.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>our English web page</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>english</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13563730618153151905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691134890103844402.post-9198614687171631418</id><published>2007-05-16T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T18:48:25.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/Rku0Pw_AFjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CFgA2QCDTXk/s1600-h/Pic_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065340388848440882" style="WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" height="289" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/Rku0Pw_AFjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CFgA2QCDTXk/s320/Pic_19.jpg" width="445" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;easy come, easy go باد آورده را باد میبرد&lt;br /&gt;no news is good news بیخبری خوش خبری ست&lt;br /&gt;third time lucky تا سه نشه بازی نشه&lt;br /&gt;be the thin end of the wedge تخم مرغ دزد شتر دزد میشود&lt;br /&gt;tit for tat این به اون در&lt;br /&gt;every cloud has a silver lining در نا امیدی بسی امید است&lt;br /&gt;a liar ought to have a good memory دروغگو کم حافظه است&lt;br /&gt;outstay one's welcome کنگر خوردن و لنگر انداختن&lt;br /&gt;be more catholic than the pope= کاسه داغ تر از آش&lt;br /&gt;more royalist than the king&lt;br /&gt;curiosity killed the cat فضول را بردند جهنم&lt;br /&gt;the biter bit دست بالای دست بسیار است&lt;br /&gt;nothing ventured,nothing gained نابرده رنج گنج میسر نمیشود&lt;br /&gt;bussiness is business حساب حساب است کاکا برادر&lt;br /&gt;practice makes perfect کار نیکو کردن از پر کردن است&lt;br /&gt;The cat dreams of mic شتر در خواب بیند پنبه دانه&lt;br /&gt;(tell) a cock and bull story قصه حسین کرد شبستری گفتن&lt;br /&gt;smell fishy کاسه ای زیر نیم کاسه است&lt;br /&gt;Horses for courses هر کسی را بهر کاربی ساخته اند&lt;br /&gt;A big head has a big ache هر که بامش بیش برفش بیشتر&lt;br /&gt;Go with the ride هم رنگ جماعت شدن&lt;br /&gt;East, West, home’s best هیچ کجا خانه خود آدم نمیشود&lt;br /&gt;Tells tales یک کلاغ چهل کلاغ کردن&lt;br /&gt;Hit the jackpot یک شب پول دار شدن&lt;br /&gt;Keep up with the joneses چشم و هم چشمی کردن&lt;br /&gt;Knock sth down چوب حراج به چیزی زدن&lt;br /&gt;The miles of God grind slowly (but they grind exceeding small) چوب خدا صدا ندارد&lt;br /&gt;Put a spoke in sb’s wheel چوب لای چرخ کسی گذاشتن&lt;br /&gt;Cry wolf چوپان دروغگو&lt;br /&gt;What’s cooking? چه کاسه ای زیر نیم کاسه است&lt;br /&gt;Accidents can happen حادثه خبر نمیکند&lt;br /&gt;Account for حساب پس دادن&lt;br /&gt;Sweet nothing حرف های صد من یه غاز&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691134890103844402-9198614687171631418?l=atishpareh-71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/feeds/9198614687171631418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691134890103844402&amp;postID=9198614687171631418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/9198614687171631418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/9198614687171631418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/2007/05/easy-come-easy-go-no-news-is-good-news.html' title=''/><author><name>english</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13563730618153151905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/Rku0Pw_AFjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CFgA2QCDTXk/s72-c/Pic_19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691134890103844402.post-4812423509270750663</id><published>2007-05-16T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T18:09:54.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE POWER OF ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;One tree can start a forestOne song can spark a momentOne flower can wake the dream&lt;br /&gt;One bird can herald springOne smile begins a friendshipOne handclasp lifts a soulOne star can guide a ship at seaOne word can frame the goalOne vote can change a nationOne sunbeam lights a roomOne candle wipes out darknessOne laugh will conquer gloomOne step must start each journeyOne word must start a prayerOne hope will raise our spiritsOne touch can show you careOne voice can speak with wisdomOne heart can know what is trueOne Life can make a difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;herald: to be a sign of something that is going to come or happen soon.&lt;br /&gt;Handclasp: handshake, grasping and holding of hands by two or more people (customarily done when greeting or parting)&lt;br /&gt;Sunbeam: ray of sunlight&lt;br /&gt;wipes out: destroy&lt;br /&gt;conquer :defeat, overcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;BY FOROOZAN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691134890103844402-4812423509270750663?l=atishpareh-71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/feeds/4812423509270750663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691134890103844402&amp;postID=4812423509270750663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/4812423509270750663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/4812423509270750663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/2007/05/power-of-one.html' title='THE POWER OF ONE'/><author><name>english</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13563730618153151905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691134890103844402.post-611236603600061860</id><published>2007-05-16T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T18:20:50.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The interview with God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/23vc57c"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://tinypic.com/23vc57c" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/23vc57c"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dreamed I had an interview with God.&lt;br /&gt;So you would like to interview me? God asked.&lt;br /&gt;If you have the time? I said.&lt;br /&gt;God smiled. ? My time is eternity.&lt;br /&gt;What questions do you have in mind for me?&lt;br /&gt;What surprises you most about humankind?&lt;br /&gt;God answered...&lt;br /&gt;That they get bored with childhood,&lt;br /&gt;they rush to grow up, and then&lt;br /&gt;Long to be children again.&lt;br /&gt;That they lose their health to make money...&lt;br /&gt;and then lose their money to restore their health.&lt;br /&gt;That by thinking anxiously about the future,&lt;br /&gt;They forget the present,&lt;br /&gt;Such that they live in neither the present nor the future.&lt;br /&gt;"That they live as if they will never die,&lt;br /&gt;آand die as though they had never lived.&lt;br /&gt;we were silent for a while.&lt;br /&gt;And then I asked.&lt;br /&gt;As a parent, what are some of life's lessons you want your children to learn&lt;br /&gt;To learn they cannot make anyone love them.&lt;br /&gt;All they can do&lt;br /&gt;is let themselves be loved.&lt;br /&gt;To learn that it is not good to compare themselves to others.&lt;br /&gt;To learn to forgive by practicing forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;To learn that it only takes a few seconds to open profound wounds in those they love,&lt;br /&gt;and it can take many years to heal them.&lt;br /&gt;To learn that a rich person&lt;br /&gt;is not one who has the most,but is one who needs the least&lt;br /&gt;To learn that there are people who love them dearly,&lt;br /&gt;but simply have not yet learned how to express or show their feelings.&lt;br /&gt;To learn that two people can&lt;br /&gt;look at the same thing and see it differently?&lt;br /&gt;To learn that it is not enough that they&lt;br /&gt;forgive one another, but they must also forgive themselves.&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for your time," I said&lt;br /&gt;"Is there anything else you would like your children to know"&lt;br /&gt;God smiled and said, Just know that I am here... always. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;در رويا ديدم که با خدا حرف ميزنم&lt;br /&gt;او از من پرسيد :آيا مايلي از من چيزي بپرسي؟&lt;br /&gt;گفتم ....اگر وقت داشته باشيد....&lt;br /&gt;لبخندي زد و گفت: زمان براي من تا بي نهايت ادامه دارد&lt;br /&gt;چه پرسشي در ذهن تو براي من هست؟&lt;br /&gt;پرسيدم: چه چيزي در رفتار انسان ها هست که شما را شگفت زده مي کند؟&lt;br /&gt;پاسخ داد:&lt;br /&gt;آدم ها از بچه بودن خسته مي شوند ...&lt;br /&gt;عجله دارند بزرگ شوند و سپس.....&lt;br /&gt;آرزو دارند دوباره به دوران کودکي باز گردند&lt;br /&gt;سلامتي خود را در راه کسب ثروت از دست مي دهند&lt;br /&gt;و سپس ثروت خود را در راه کسب سلامتي دوباره از صرف مي کنند....&lt;br /&gt;چنان با هيجان به آينده فکر مي کنند.&lt;br /&gt;که از حال غافل مي شوند&lt;br /&gt;به طوري که نه در حال زندگي مي کنند نه در آينده&lt;br /&gt;آن ها طوري زندگي مي کنند.،انگار هيچ وقت نمي ميرند&lt;br /&gt;و جوري مي ميرند ....انگار هيچ وقت زنده نبودند&lt;br /&gt;ما براي لحظاتي سکوت کرديم&lt;br /&gt;سپس من پرسيدم..&lt;br /&gt;مانند يک پدر کدام درس زندگي را مايل هستي که فرزندانت بياموزند؟&lt;br /&gt;پاسخ داد:ياد بگيرند که نميتوانند ديگران را مجبور کنند که دوستشان داشته باشند&lt;br /&gt;طوري رفتار کنند که مورد عشق و علاقه ديگران باشند&lt;br /&gt;ياد بگيرند که خود را با ديگران مقايسه نکنند&lt;br /&gt;ياد بگيرند ...ديگران را ببخشند با عادت کردن به بخشندگي&lt;br /&gt;داريد ايجاد کنيد ياد بگيرند تنها چند ثانيه طول مي کشد تا زخمي در قلب کسي که دوستش&lt;br /&gt;ولي سال ها طول مي کشد تا آن جراحت را التيام بخشيد&lt;br /&gt;ياد بگيرند يک انسان ثروتمند کسي نيست که دارايي زيادي دارد&lt;br /&gt;بلکه کسي هست که کمترين نيازوخواسته را دارد&lt;br /&gt;ياد بگيرند کساني هستند که آن ها را از صميم قلب دوست دارند&lt;br /&gt;ولي نميدانند چگونه احساس خود را بروز دهند&lt;br /&gt;ياد بگيرند وبدانند ..دونفر مي توانند به يک چيز نگاه کنند&lt;br /&gt;ولي برداشت آن ها متفاوت باشد&lt;br /&gt;ياد بگيرند کافي نيست که تنها ديگران را ببخشند&lt;br /&gt;بلکه انسان ها بايد قادر به بخشش و عفو خود نيز باشند&lt;br /&gt;سپس من از خدا تشکر کردم و گفتم&lt;br /&gt;آيا چيز ديگري هم وجود دارد که مايل باشي فرزندانت بدانند؟&lt;br /&gt;خداوند لبخندي زد و پاسخ داد: فقط اين که بدانند من اين جا و با آن ها هستم..........براي هميشه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;BY FOROOZAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691134890103844402-611236603600061860?l=atishpareh-71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/feeds/611236603600061860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691134890103844402&amp;postID=611236603600061860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/611236603600061860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/611236603600061860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/2007/05/interview-with-god.html' title='The interview with God'/><author><name>english</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13563730618153151905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691134890103844402.post-7062296084301010364</id><published>2007-05-16T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T17:57:24.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.irib.ir/health/image/brain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand" height="212" alt="" src="http://www.irib.ir/health/image/brain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;An artist went to a beautiful part of the country&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; for a holiday, and stayed with a farmer. Every day he went out with his paints and his brushes&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; and painted from morning to evening, and then when it got dark&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;, he went to bed&lt;br /&gt;At the end of&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; his holiday he wanted to pay&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; the farmer, but the farmer said, 'No , I do not want money - but give me one of your pictures. What is money? In a week it will all be finished, but your painting will still&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; be here&lt;br /&gt;The artist was very pleased and thanked the farmer for saying such kind things&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; about his paintings&lt;br /&gt;The farmer smiled&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; and answered, 'It is not that. I have a son in London. He wants to become&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; an artist. When he comes here next month, I will show him your picture, and then he willnot want to be an artist any more&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;, i think&lt;br /&gt;لغات و اصطلاحات&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;ییلاق ۲- برس - فرچه&lt;br /&gt;۳- تاریک شدن ۴- در پایان - در آخر&lt;br /&gt;۵- پول پرداخت کردن ۶- هنوز&lt;br /&gt;۷- چنین چیزهای خوبی ۸- لبخند زدن - تبسم کردن&lt;br /&gt;۹- شدن ۱۰- دیگر - دیگه - بازهم &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691134890103844402-7062296084301010364?l=atishpareh-71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/feeds/7062296084301010364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691134890103844402&amp;postID=7062296084301010364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/7062296084301010364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/7062296084301010364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-thinking_16.html' title='Good thinking'/><author><name>english</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13563730618153151905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691134890103844402.post-7719031932458122418</id><published>2007-05-16T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T17:53:42.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;An artist went to a beautiful part of the country&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; for a holiday, and stayed with a farmer. Every day he went out with his paints and his brushes&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; and painted from morning to evening, and then when it got dark&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;, he went to bed&lt;br /&gt;At the end of&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; his holiday he wanted to pay&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; the farmer, but the farmer said, 'No , I do not want money - but give me one of your pictures. What is money? In a week it will all be finished, but your painting will still&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; be here&lt;br /&gt;The artist was very pleased and thanked the farmer for saying such kind things&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; about his paintings&lt;br /&gt;The farmer smiled&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; and answered, 'It is not that. I have a son in London. He wants to become&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; an artist. When he comes here next month, I will show him your picture, and then he willnot want to be an artist any more&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;, i think&lt;br /&gt;لغات و اصطلاحات&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;ییلاق           ۲- برس - فرچه&lt;br /&gt;۳- تاریک شدن             ۴- در پایان - در آخر&lt;br /&gt;۵- پول پرداخت کردن            ۶- هنوز&lt;br /&gt;۷- چنین چیزهای خوبی        ۸- لبخند زدن - تبسم کردن&lt;br /&gt;۹- شدن             ۱۰- دیگر - دیگه - بازهم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691134890103844402-7719031932458122418?l=atishpareh-71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/feeds/7719031932458122418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691134890103844402&amp;postID=7719031932458122418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/7719031932458122418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/7719031932458122418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-thinking.html' title='Good thinking'/><author><name>english</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13563730618153151905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691134890103844402.post-6640162557974036693</id><published>2007-05-16T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T17:49:26.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead or Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/RkumMQ_AFiI/AAAAAAAAADI/LVa6QfJV-Y0/s1600-h/b+bnjh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065324935556109858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/RkumMQ_AFiI/AAAAAAAAADI/LVa6QfJV-Y0/s320/b+bnjh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;two men starded a fight in a street. The big man hit the little man hard, and the little man fell down on the ground. Then the big man saw a policeman who was coming along the street, The big man hid himself in a shop&lt;br /&gt;The policeman looked down at the man on the ground but the little man did not move. A taxi was coming along the street and the policeman stopped it. Then he took the man in his arms and put him into the back of the taxi. The policeman got into the taxi too&lt;br /&gt;"Go to a doctor's house quickly," he said&lt;br /&gt;The man in the back did not move or speak. "He's dead!" the policeman thought.&lt;br /&gt;When the taxi stopped outside the doctor's house, the policeman carried the man inside, and the doctor looked at him&lt;br /&gt;"He is;nt moving"&lt;br /&gt;The little man heard the doctor and sat up. He was afraid. "I'm not dead," he cried. "I'm a live!"&lt;br /&gt;The policeman was angry. "Do you know better than the doctor?" he asked&lt;br /&gt;"yes," said the man. "I wanted to get away from that big man who hit me, and i got away from that big man who hit me, and i got away. Thank you very much. Good morning!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;alive = living hit&lt;br /&gt;افتادن fall down&lt;br /&gt;زمين ground&lt;br /&gt;درطول along&lt;br /&gt;مخفي کردن ـــ پنهان کردن&lt;br /&gt;خودش را پنهان کرد to hide hid himself&lt;br /&gt;سوار شدن get into = get on&lt;br /&gt;فکر کردن تصور کردن think (thought ) = suppose&lt;br /&gt;حمل کردن carry (carried) = transport&lt;br /&gt;ممکن است مرده باشد he may be dead&lt;br /&gt;به محض اينکه as soon as&lt;br /&gt;شنيدن hear&lt;br /&gt;بلند شد ـــ برخاست sat up&lt;br /&gt;ترسيدن از to be afraid of = fear&lt;br /&gt;فرياد زدن&lt;br /&gt;بهتر از cry (aried) = shout better than&lt;br /&gt;رها شدن ـــ خلاص شدن get away = get rid of&lt;br /&gt;که مرا کتک زد who hit me&lt;br /&gt;ترجمه لغات و اصطلاحات&lt;br /&gt;مرده ــــ بي جان dead = deceased = lifeless&lt;br /&gt;کتک زدن &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BY FOROOZAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691134890103844402-6640162557974036693?l=atishpareh-71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/feeds/6640162557974036693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691134890103844402&amp;postID=6640162557974036693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/6640162557974036693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/6640162557974036693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/2007/05/dead-or-alive.html' title='Dead or Alive'/><author><name>english</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13563730618153151905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/RkumMQ_AFiI/AAAAAAAAADI/LVa6QfJV-Y0/s72-c/b+bnjh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691134890103844402.post-1040891035113689574</id><published>2007-05-16T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T17:35:56.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A teacher asked a student to write 55. Student asked: How? Teacher: Write 5 and beside it another 5! The student wrote 5 and stopped. teacher: What are you waiting for? student: I don't know which side to write the other 5! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Son: Dad, what is an idiot? Dad: An idiot is a person who tries to explain his ideas in such a strange and long way that another person who is listening to him can't understand him. Do you understand me? Son: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The teacher to a student: Conjugate the verb "to walk" in simple present. The student: I walk. You walk .... The teacher intruptes him: Quicker please. The student: I run. You run ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Teacher: Why are you late? Student: There was a man who lost a hundred dollar bill. Teacher: That's nice. Were you helping him look for it? Student: No. I was standing on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;by foroozan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691134890103844402-1040891035113689574?l=atishpareh-71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/feeds/1040891035113689574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691134890103844402&amp;postID=1040891035113689574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/1040891035113689574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/1040891035113689574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/2007/05/jokes_16.html' title='jokes'/><author><name>english</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13563730618153151905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691134890103844402.post-2854290291424094767</id><published>2007-05-16T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T17:10:55.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://hometown.aol.com/pixyboodle/images/th_animated_cat_with_rose.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" height="245" alt="" src="http://hometown.aol.com/pixyboodle/images/th_animated_cat_with_rose.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A blonde goes into a shop and asks if she can buy the TV that is in the window. The shopkeeper tells her "Sorry! We don't serve blondes." So she goes home and dyes her hair brown. She returns to the shop the next day and asks to buy the TV in the window. Again she is greeted with the same reply. Sorry we don't serve blondes. Thinking maybe her roots had given her away or she had missed a spot with the dye, she returns to the shop the next day wearing a wig, a pair of sunglasses and a large hat. She asks the shop keeper if she can buy the TV in the window and again he says "No sorry we don't serve blondes." Now the blonde is beginning to get naked. "How did you know I was blonde after all I did to my hair?" She shrieked manically. "Easy..." replied the shopkeeper. It's not a TV... It's a microwave."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by foroozan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691134890103844402-2854290291424094767?l=atishpareh-71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/feeds/2854290291424094767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691134890103844402&amp;postID=2854290291424094767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/2854290291424094767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/2854290291424094767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/2007/05/jokes.html' title='a jokes'/><author><name>english</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13563730618153151905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691134890103844402.post-792594467881903720</id><published>2007-05-06T09:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T10:28:59.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/RkdJeA75TJI/AAAAAAAAADA/QxTqZeadtKo/s1600-h/a.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;proverbs(ضرب المثل)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bring home the bacon نان آور خانه بودن&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pick at something ناخنک زدن&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soft-hearted person نازک دل&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glued to something میخکوب شدن&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get in somebody’s hair موی دماغ کسی شدن&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A hen-pecked husband مرد زن ذلیل&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As like as two peas مثل سیبی که از وسط نصف کرده باشن&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by mohadeseh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691134890103844402-792594467881903720?l=atishpareh-71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/feeds/792594467881903720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691134890103844402&amp;postID=792594467881903720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/792594467881903720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/792594467881903720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/2007/05/proverbs-bring-home-bacon-pick-at.html' title=''/><author><name>english</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13563730618153151905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691134890103844402.post-2785315370590124232</id><published>2007-04-28T10:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T10:11:32.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="G:/Picture/picture/GIF"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/Rj4GtQ75TAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6eoxsjrhqqE/s1600-h/3L.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Test of lesson six&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.the doctor had a picture in her hand………… . &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/Rj4MBQ75TEI/AAAAAAAAACY/BXbs1xfIZ6M/s1600-h/2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061496247076604994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="128" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/Rj4MBQ75TEI/AAAAAAAAACY/BXbs1xfIZ6M/s320/2.gif" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)didn’t he b)didn’t she &lt;a href="file:///G:/Madreseh/3L.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c)did he d)did she&lt;br /&gt;2.the teacher…………the news paper in the classroom ,didn’t he?&lt;br /&gt;a)read b)reads&lt;br /&gt;c)could read d)was reading&lt;br /&gt;3.they…………to the country tomorrow ,can’t they?&lt;br /&gt;a)will go b)should go&lt;br /&gt;c)can go d)are going&lt;br /&gt;4.their sons never swim in this part of the river…………they?&lt;br /&gt;a)did b)didn’tc)do d)don’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;by mohadeseh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691134890103844402-2785315370590124232?l=atishpareh-71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/feeds/2785315370590124232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691134890103844402&amp;postID=2785315370590124232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/2785315370590124232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/2785315370590124232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/2007/04/test-of-lesson-six-1_9744.html' title=''/><author><name>english</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13563730618153151905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/Rj4MBQ75TEI/AAAAAAAAACY/BXbs1xfIZ6M/s72-c/2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691134890103844402.post-7760213076182296561</id><published>2007-04-28T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T09:54:37.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sound test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.which word the sound/u:/? &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/Rj4ICw75TBI/AAAAAAAAACA/UTB3V9lcogk/s1600-h/B1+(23).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061491874799897618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="165" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/Rj4ICw75TBI/AAAAAAAAACA/UTB3V9lcogk/s320/B1+(23).JPG" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)could b)took c)should d)fruit&lt;br /&gt;2.which word have the sound/i:/?&lt;br /&gt;a)say b)sign c)see d)sail&lt;br /&gt;3. which word has the sound/eI/?&lt;br /&gt;a)boy b)tree c)p d)pay&lt;br /&gt;4.which word doesn’t have the sound /eI/?&lt;br /&gt;a)plate b)high c)eight d)they&lt;br /&gt;5. which word the sound/i:/?&lt;br /&gt;a)great b)field c)raise d)quite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;by mohadeseh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691134890103844402-7760213076182296561?l=atishpareh-71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/feeds/7760213076182296561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691134890103844402&amp;postID=7760213076182296561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/7760213076182296561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/7760213076182296561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/2007/04/sound-test-1.html' title=''/><author><name>english</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13563730618153151905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/Rj4ICw75TBI/AAAAAAAAACA/UTB3V9lcogk/s72-c/B1+(23).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691134890103844402.post-1452290404025401677</id><published>2007-04-28T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T10:28:13.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/Rj4P-g75TII/AAAAAAAAAC4/S9aeZHcTq5c/s1600-h/images%5B69%5D[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061500597878475906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/Rj4P-g75TII/AAAAAAAAAC4/S9aeZHcTq5c/s320/images%255B69%255D%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="C:/Documents"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/Rj4OsA75TGI/AAAAAAAAACo/V45HuNQl8gQ/s1600-h/hearseespeak.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061499180539268194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/Rj4OsA75TGI/AAAAAAAAACo/V45HuNQl8gQ/s320/hearseespeak.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/Rj4PuQ75THI/AAAAAAAAACw/fcUMP7UtiA0/s1600-h/images[69][1].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;washoe and the puzzles&lt;br /&gt;Washoe is a monkey. she lives in a lab. The lab is a place where men and women study monkey and other animals. They study the animals to find out how they learn. One day a man put a puzzle in washoe’s cage. Washoe had to take the puzzle apart. Each time she did it right, the man gave her a slice of banana. Washoe didn’t eat the banana slices. She just put them there. The man made the puzzle harder. But washoe soon learned how to take it apart. Then the man ran out of bananas. What now? Would she keep on doing puzzles without a reward? Washoe looked at him. She waited. The man gave her the next puzzle. Washoe took it apart. Then she picked up a slice of banana. She put it outside the cage for the man! And so it went. The man would give washoe a puzzle. And she would give back a banana slice. She kept on until she had returned all the bananas. Washow learned many new puzzles that day. And the man learned something too. He learned that some monkeys don’t work puzzle only to get food. They do puzzles for the fun of it. Just like you and me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;New words:&lt;br /&gt;Lab:آزمایشگاه&lt;br /&gt;Cage:قفس&lt;br /&gt;What nowاکنون چه می شود؟&lt;br /&gt;Just like you and me:دقیقاً مثل من و شما&lt;br /&gt;Soon:بزودی&lt;br /&gt;Puzzle: معما&lt;br /&gt;Give back:پس دادن&lt;br /&gt;Keep:انجام دادن&lt;br /&gt;Returned:بازگرداندن&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;by mohadeseh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691134890103844402-1452290404025401677?l=atishpareh-71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/feeds/1452290404025401677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691134890103844402&amp;postID=1452290404025401677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/1452290404025401677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/1452290404025401677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/2007/04/washoe-and-puzzles-washoe-is-monkey_28.html' title=''/><author><name>english</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13563730618153151905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/Rj4P-g75TII/AAAAAAAAAC4/S9aeZHcTq5c/s72-c/images%255B69%255D%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691134890103844402.post-7954362838703195575</id><published>2007-04-15T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T13:54:54.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/RjOzug75S-I/AAAAAAAAABo/276NhgYXMWI/s1600-h/images[90].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058584418163706850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="120" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/RjOzug75S-I/AAAAAAAAABo/276NhgYXMWI/s320/images%5B90%5D.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="C:/Documents"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058584787530894322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="147" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/RjO0EA75S_I/AAAAAAAAABw/G9swrh55dY4/s320/CA1NRDKW.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="C:/Documents"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three little pigs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are three little pigs in a farm, Now they're grown up. they leave their family to the other place. At first ,they should build a house for themselves. After they discuss, pig one deciles use the sticks to build it. The pig two think to build the house use leaves is better. But the pig three likes to finish it with bricks.Pig one and pig two think that it's very difficult to build with bricks. So they build a house au courant to their hobbies. They finish it soon. One evening ,a wolf comes here and shouts at them: “Little pigs, little pigs, open your doors." The three pigs don't open it .But the wolf finds that the sticks house and the leaves houe aren't strong .The wolf blows the house down and eats the two pigs.When the wolf comes to the front of the pig three's door .It find that house is very strong .It couldn't break into the house. So leave it .The pig three has a good dream in the night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new word:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;discuss:گفتگو کردن&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leaves:شاخ و برگ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bricks:آجرومصالح ساختمانی &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wolf:گرگ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;strong:نیرومند&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by mohadeseh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691134890103844402-7954362838703195575?l=atishpareh-71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/feeds/7954362838703195575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691134890103844402&amp;postID=7954362838703195575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/7954362838703195575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/7954362838703195575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/2007/04/three-little-pigs-there-are-three_15.html' title=''/><author><name>english</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13563730618153151905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/RjOzug75S-I/AAAAAAAAABo/276NhgYXMWI/s72-c/images%5B90%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691134890103844402.post-1426001585996507169</id><published>2007-04-15T13:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T13:24:31.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;proverbs(ضرب المثل)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God helps those who help themselves.از تو حرکت از خدا برکت &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The early bird catches the worm. سحرخیز باش تا کامروا باشی&lt;br /&gt;Actions speak louder than words.به عمل کار برآید به سخن دانی نیست&lt;br /&gt;Easy come, easy go. باد آورده را باد می برد&lt;br /&gt;Time is money. وقت طلاست &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First think then speak.اول فکر کن بعد حرف &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;بزن&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;by mohadeseh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691134890103844402-1426001585996507169?l=atishpareh-71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/feeds/1426001585996507169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691134890103844402&amp;postID=1426001585996507169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/1426001585996507169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/1426001585996507169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/2007/04/proverbs-god-helps-those-who-help_15.html' title=''/><author><name>english</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13563730618153151905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691134890103844402.post-403002331609747750</id><published>2007-04-14T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T14:09:54.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a son and mountains</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A son and his father were walking on the mountains.Suddenly, his son falls, hurts himself and screams: "AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"To his surprise, he hears the voice repeating, somewhere in the mountain: "AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"Curious, he yells: "Who are you?"He receives the answer: "Who are you?"And then he screams to the mountain: "I admire you!"The voice answers: "I admire you!"Angered at the response, he screams: "Coward!"He receives the answer: "Coward!"He looks to his father and asks: "What's going on?"The father smiles and says: "My son, pay attention."Again the man screams: "You are a champion!"The voice answers: "You are a champion!"The boy is surprised, but does not understand.Then the father explains: "People call this ECHO, but really this is LIFE.It gives you back everything you say or do.Our life is simply a reflection of our actions.If you want more love in the world, create more love in your heart.If you want more competence in your team, improve your competence.This relationship applies to everything, in all aspects of life;Life will give you back everything you have given to it."&lt;br /&gt;YOUR LIFE IS NOT A COINCIDENCE. IT'S A REFLECTION OF YOU!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;by mohadeseh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691134890103844402-403002331609747750?l=atishpareh-71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/feeds/403002331609747750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691134890103844402&amp;postID=403002331609747750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/403002331609747750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/403002331609747750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/2007/04/son-and-mountains.html' title='a son and mountains'/><author><name>english</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13563730618153151905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691134890103844402.post-1994087399866584395</id><published>2007-04-14T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T06:49:42.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A man and his dog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.naute.com/funimages/amidelhomme.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.naute.com/funimages/amidelhomme.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that his faithful dog had been dead for many years. He wondered where the road was leading them. After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. As he reached the wall, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch, and the street that led to the gate made from pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.&lt;br /&gt;When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"&lt;br /&gt;"This is heaven, sir," the man answered.&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! Would you happen to have some water? We have traveled far," the man said.&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up."&lt;br /&gt;The man gestured, and the gate began to open.&lt;br /&gt;"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."&lt;br /&gt;The man thought a moment, remembering all the years this dog remained loyal to him and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going. After another long walk he came to a plain dirt road, which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water? We have traveled far."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, sure, there's a faucet over there." The man pointed to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in and help yourself."&lt;br /&gt;"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to his dog.&lt;br /&gt;"There should be a bowl by the faucet; he is welcome to share."&lt;br /&gt;They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned faucet with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them.&lt;br /&gt;"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.&lt;br /&gt;"This is heaven," was the answer.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was heaven, too."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell."&lt;br /&gt;"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"&lt;br /&gt;"No. We're just happy that they screen out the folks who'd leave their best friends behind in exchange for material things."&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;by foroozan farzanegan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691134890103844402-1994087399866584395?l=atishpareh-71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/feeds/1994087399866584395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691134890103844402&amp;postID=1994087399866584395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/1994087399866584395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/1994087399866584395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/2007/04/man-and-his-dog.html' title='A man and his dog!'/><author><name>english</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13563730618153151905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691134890103844402.post-2083721427574089281</id><published>2007-04-14T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T06:30:07.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;THE TWELVE IMAMS&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; دوازده امام عليهماالسلام&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Jabir Ibn Samorah has said," One day when I went to the Holy prophet (s.a.w.w)&lt;br /&gt;Along with my father , the Holy prophet said." The Universe shall not come to an end&lt;br /&gt;Until all the twelve caliphs appear " After this, the prophet said something silently,&lt;br /&gt;Which I could not hear . I asked my father ," what did the prophet of Islam say? " He&lt;br /&gt;Answered , " The prophet of Islam says that all of them shall be from the Quraysh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;   WORDS AND EXPRESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;                                                    لغات و اصطلاحات&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Universe = world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;عالم – جهان - دنيا&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Along with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;در معيت – بهمراه - بدنبال&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Silently = calmly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;به آهستگي- بطور آهسته&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;BY FOROOZAN FARZANEGAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>english</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13563730618153151905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691134890103844402.post-6161673477419283563</id><published>2007-04-14T06:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T06:27:52.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>دعا</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;از او خواستم مرا گرفتار درد و عذاب نكند &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I asked god to spare me pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;فرمود رنج از دلبستگيهاي دنيايي جدا و به من نزديكترت ميكند&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God said no, suffering draws you apartfrom worldly cares and brings you closer to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;از او خواستم لااقل به من صبر عطا كند &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I asked God to grant me patience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;فرمود صبر حاصل سختي و رنج است عطا كردني نيست اموختني است&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God said no, patience is a byproduct oftribulation.it isn't granted it is learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BY FOROOZAN FARZANEGAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691134890103844402-6161673477419283563?l=atishpareh-71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/feeds/6161673477419283563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691134890103844402&amp;postID=6161673477419283563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/6161673477419283563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/6161673477419283563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post_9368.html' title='دعا'/><author><name>english</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13563730618153151905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691134890103844402.post-3503083002637717251</id><published>2007-04-14T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T06:19:11.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>يك اصطلاح انگليسي</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A GREY AREA -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A GREY AREA means something that is not clearly defined and needs careful judgement. For example:&lt;br /&gt;"We have always had a professional attitude to copyrighted texts, but online copyright is still a bit of a grey area."&lt;br /&gt;Many people think they know what right and wrong are, but on closer examination it's usually a grey area.&lt;br /&gt;"It's a grey area isn't it?" (Meaning the speaker is talking about an unsure concept).&lt;br /&gt;"I do well in math and most sciences, but chemistry is still kind of a grey area."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;by foroozan farzanegan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691134890103844402-3503083002637717251?l=atishpareh-71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/feeds/3503083002637717251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691134890103844402&amp;postID=3503083002637717251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/3503083002637717251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/3503083002637717251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post_14.html' title='يك اصطلاح انگليسي'/><author><name>english</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13563730618153151905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691134890103844402.post-3712920861833631278</id><published>2007-03-17T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T10:16:03.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/Rj4NMA75TFI/AAAAAAAAACg/b3wuA7iXraE/s1600-h/36-537955147.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061497531271826514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/Rj4NMA75TFI/AAAAAAAAACg/b3wuA7iXraE/s320/36-537955147.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="G:/Picture/picture/FLOWER"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ibrahim in the fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To assist their gods and to take revenge on Ibrahim(P.B.U.H.), Namrud’s followers decided to burn him in a fire. Since, in their view, Ibrahim’s crime was of a social nature, all should participate in taking revenge on him and share in the0 reward of their act. To put their intention in to action they all began gathering fire wood. After only a few days, they had gathered a pile of wood as huge as a hill. Then, they lit the fire; little by little, the fire rose and its flames reached to the sky. There was so much wood that a great and terrifying fire was set in the desert. The heat of the fire was so much that it could burn a person from a distance. Using a catapult, they threw Ibrahim in to the fire and, therby, extinguished the flames of their anger and hatred. Ibrahim disappeared from the sight of the people in to the middle of the flames. The people exclaimed and cried out with joy because they thus had taken revenge on the enemy of their gods. Jibra’il ,the esteemed angel, descended to Ibrahimand said, ”O Ibrahim! Do you have any need? Tell me; I will bring it to pass.”&lt;br /&gt;Ibrahim said,”I am not in need of you; I am in need of my Lord.” Then, he asked God to save him from the fire. By God’s Will, the fire became cold and safe, and Ibrahim was saved from being burned in it. Namrud and followers, who were looking at Ibrahim from around the fire, saw that, much to their surprise, such a horrifying and burning fire did not harm him at all;he was sitting comfortably in the middle of it. They were all staring at him with wonder and admiration. Namrud told those around him,”If someone worships a god, it must be such an able and powerful god like Ibrahim’s God.”?The people, who saw this great and Divine sign, realized the legitimacy of Ibrahim’s invitation. It was proven to them that the right and just path is the very one to which Ibrahim invited them; however, enmity, stubbornness, ignorance, and the love of wealth and position prevented them from accepting Ibrahim’s invitation. Most of the people remained idolators, and only a small group of them joined Ibrahim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ابراهیم در آتش&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;پیروان نمرود برای کمک به خدایان خودوانتقام ازابراهیم تصمیم گرفتند که اورادرآتش بسوزانندوچون به اعتقادآنها جرم ابراهیم جنبه ی عمومی داشت همه مردم بایددرانتقام گرفتن از ابراهیم شرکت کنندوازپاداش خوب این عملشان بهره مندشوند. بدین جهت به جمع کردن هیزم مشغول شدندچند روزنگذشته بودکه به اندازه کوهی هیزم جمع کردند. بعد آتش روشن کردند،آتش کم کم بالا گرفت و شعله اش به آسمان می رسید.آنقدرهیزم زیاد بودکه آتش عظیم وهولناکی دربیابان به وجودآمدحرارت آتش ازدورانسان را می سوزانید.ابراهیم رابامنجنیق به میان آتش پرتاب کردند تابدین وسیله آتش خشم وکینه خود رافروبنشانند. ابراهیم درمیان آتش ازچشم مردم پنهان شد.فریادوغریوشادی ازمردم برخاست زیرابه این وسیله ازدشمن خدایانشان انتقام گرفته بودند. حال باید ببینیم آتش باابراهیم چه کرد؟ ابراهیم درمیان آتش راه می رفت که جبرِِئيل امین فرشته ی مقرب پروردگارخودرابه اورسانیدوگفت: ای ابراهیم آیا حاجتی داری؟به من بگوتابرایت فراهم کنم. ابراهیم گفت : به تونیازی ندارم، اما به پروردگارم نیازمندم. بعد از خدا خواست تا او را ازآتش نجات بدهد. به فرمان خداوندآتش برای ابراهیم سردوسلامت شدوازسوخته شدن درامان ماند. نمرود وپیروانش که ازاطراف آتش به اونگاه می کردند. باتعجب بسیاردیدند که آن آتش هولناک وسوزان هیچگونه آسیبی به ابراهیم ونرسانیده واوبراحتی درمیان آتش نشسته است.همگی با حیرت وتحسین به او خیره شده بودند. نمرودبه اطرافیان خود گفت: اگر کسی خدایی را می پرستد باید مانند خدای ابراهیم باشدکه چنین قادروتواناست. مردم که این آیت بزرگ الهی را دیدند،به حقانیت دعوت ابراهیم پی بردندوبرایشان ثابت شد که راه راست ودرست همان است که ابراهیم آنهارابه آن دعوت می کند. اما دشمن ولجاجت ونادانی ودوستی مال ومقام مانع شد که به دعوت ابراهیم ایمان بیاورند.بیشترمردم بت پرست باقی ماندندوعده ی کمی به ابراهیم گرویدند.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by mohadeseh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691134890103844402-3712920861833631278?l=atishpareh-71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/feeds/3712920861833631278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691134890103844402&amp;postID=3712920861833631278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/3712920861833631278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/3712920861833631278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/2007/03/writing_17.html' title='reading'/><author><name>english</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13563730618153151905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/Rj4NMA75TFI/AAAAAAAAACg/b3wuA7iXraE/s72-c/36-537955147.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691134890103844402.post-3663338851490297079</id><published>2007-03-09T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T11:26:42.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/RfJe5O8e1hI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_x06WULiWCM/s1600-h/ÃÂ®ÃÂ§Ãâ"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040195270338336274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/RfJe5O8e1hI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_x06WULiWCM/s320/%C3%98%C2%AE%C3%98%C2%A7%C3%99%E2%80%A0%C3%99%E2%80%A1+%C3%9A%C2%A9%C3%98%C2%B9%C3%98%C2%A8%C3%99%E2%80%A1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IBRAHIM BUILDS KA’BA&lt;br /&gt;One time that Ibrahim(P.B.U.H.)went to Mecca, he told his son, “My dear son, god has commanded me to rebuild His Holy House, the ka’ba.”Isma’il(P.B.U.H.)immediately declared his readiness to help Ibrahim(P.B.U.H.)fulfil the Divine commandment. With reliance on the Divine power, they hurried to the site of the Ka’ba with the necessary tools and began the job with a firm intention. They called upon God, ”Our Lord !Accept this service from us, for you are the All-hearing, All-Knowing. Our Lord! Make us Muslims, bowing to your will; and make our progeny Muslims, bowing to your will. Show us our places for the celebration of due rites , and turn to us in mercy, for you are the all-Forgiving , All-merciful. ”Isma’il(P.B.U.H.)gathered stones from the desert and Ibrahim(P.B.U.H.)rebuilt the Ka’ba until the walls were raised. Jibra’il-God’s esteemed angel, who was Ibrahim’s guide in all situations showed them the site of “Hajar-ol-Aswad”, the black stone. They dug the stone out of the ground, and Ibrahim(P.B.U.H.) placed it in the spot where it remains today. He made two doors for the Ka’ba one toward the East, the other toward the West. When the construction of the Ka’ba was completed, Ibrahim(P.B.U.H.)and Isma’il(P.B.U.H.) performed the pilgrimage (Hajj) rites. Then Ibrahim(P.B.U.H.)Raised his hands in supplication, saying, ”My Lord, make this a city of peace and feed with fruits those of its people who believe in God and the Last Day."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;بنای کعبه به دست ابراهیم با کمک اسماعیل &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;یکبار که ابراهیم به مکه آمد به فرزند خود گفت: که ای فرزند من ازطرف خدا مأموریت دارم که دراین بیابان خانه ای بنا کنم. اسماعیل آمادگی خود رابرای اجرای فرمان الهی اعلام داشت.سپس با توکل به نیروی الهی ،وسایل لازم رابرداشتندوبه محل مأموریت رفتند.با عزم راسخی شروع به کار کردند. درآن موقع به خدای خود می گفتند: پروردگارابه ما توفیق بده که مسلم باشیم وازذریّه ماامت مسلمانی به وجود بیاور.مناسک حج را به ما بیاموز وتوبه ما را بپذیر،چون تو خداوندتوبه پذیرومهربان هستی. اسماعیل از بیابان سنگ جمع می کردوابراهیم به ساختن خانه می پرداخت.تا وقتی که دیوارها بالا آمد.جبرئیل فرشته ی مقرّب خداوندکه درتمام احوال راهنمای ابراهیم بود،جای حجرالاسود را نشان داد.آن دونفرزمین راکندند و حجرالاسود رابیرون آوردند.ابراهیم بادست خود حجررادرآنجایی که اکنون قراردارد، نصب کرد و برای کعبه دودرقرارداد.یکی به سوی مشرق ویکی به سمت مغرب.چون بنای کعبه به پایان رسید، ابراهیم واسماعیل اعمال حج به جا آوردندسپس ابراهیم دست به دعا برداشت وگفت: پروردگارااین زمین رامحل امن وامان قرار بده وبه اهل آن از میوه ها روزی عنایت فرما&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;by mohadeseh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691134890103844402-3663338851490297079?l=atishpareh-71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/feeds/3663338851490297079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691134890103844402&amp;postID=3663338851490297079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/3663338851490297079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/3663338851490297079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/2007/03/writing_09.html' title='reading'/><author><name>english</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13563730618153151905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/RfJe5O8e1hI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_x06WULiWCM/s72-c/%C3%98%C2%AE%C3%98%C2%A7%C3%99%E2%80%A0%C3%99%E2%80%A1+%C3%9A%C2%A9%C3%98%C2%B9%C3%98%C2%A8%C3%99%E2%80%A1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691134890103844402.post-4209462890002587605</id><published>2007-03-07T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T11:25:33.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039218053056916498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="199" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/Re7mHs4xbBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/niHuaB8xyL4/s320/Makeh77%5B1%5D.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ibrahim and a sign of resurrection&lt;br /&gt;God, the Exalted, created Ibrahim(P.B.U.H.) to guide the misled people and idolaters and granted him the position of prophethood. Ibrahim (P.B.U.H.) and whole-hearted faith in God and didn’t allow any doubt to enter his heart. However, in order to understand the true essence of things, he asked God to show him how he raises the dead. There came a call from God, “do you not yet believe in resurrection, Ibrahim?”&lt;br /&gt;Ibrahim (P.B.U.H.) replied, “surely I have believed, but I want to see it obviously in order to reach the point of perfect certitude.” Since Ibrahim’s intention was to increase his knowledge and certitude, God accepted his request. He told Ibrahim(P.B.U.H.) hunt and kill four birds, cut them up, and mix their parts and pieces together. Then, divide the mixed flesh in to several portions; put each portion on the top of a separate mountain; after that, call them one by one until, by the Command of God, they revive and come flying to you. Ibrahim (P.B.U.H.) did as commanded by God. After killing, cutting up, and dividing the flesh of the birds, and putting each portion on a separate mountain, he called them; the pieces of the birds’ dead bodies came together from the different places, spirit was blown into them, and they became alive again. Ibrahim (P.B.U.H.) witnessed, with his own eyes, one of the great signs of the power of God in the revival of the dead; his heart, filled with faith, reached the point of perfect certitude.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ابراهیم و نشانه ای از رستاخیز&lt;br /&gt;خداوند متعال ابراهیم را برای راهنمایی مردم بت پرست وگمراه خلق واورا به مقام پیغمبری رسانید.ابراهیم از ته دل به خدا ایمان داشت و ذره ای شک وتردید به خودش راه نمی داد ولی برای اینکه حقیقت اشیاء برایش روشن بشود و حقیقت همه ی چیزها را به خوبی بشناسد از خدا خواست که به او نشان بدهد که چگونه مردگان را زنده می کند. ندا آمد که ای ابراهیم مگربه زنده شدن مردگان ایمان نیاورده ای؟ ابراهیم گفت: البته ایمان آورده ام ولی می خواهم که آشکارا ببینم تا به یقین کامل برسم.چون مقصود ابراهیم اطمینان خاطر بود، خداوند به او وحی فرستادکه چهارپرنده رابگیروآنها را بکش وگوشت های آنهاراباهم بکوب که کاملا مخلوط شود.بعد گوشتها را چند قسمت بکن وهر قسمت را بر سر کوهی بگذار. سپس آنها را یکی یکی صدا بزن تا به فرمان خدا زنده شوندوبه نزد تو بیایند.ابراهیم به فرمان خدا عمل کرد.بعد از کشتن و کوبیدن و تقسیم کردن گوشت پرندگان هر قسمتی را بر سرکوهی گذاشت آنگاه آنها را صدا زد ازهر جا جزئی ازقسمت پرندگان جمع شد. وبه هم متصل شدند وجان در جسم شان دمیده شد، دوباره جان گرفتند و زنده شدند. ابراهیم یکی ازبزرگترین نشانه های قدرت پروردگار رادرزنده کردن مردگان با چشم خود مشاهده &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;کرد. قلبش که پر از ایمان بود به یقین کامل نیزرسید&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;by mohadeseh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691134890103844402-4209462890002587605?l=atishpareh-71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/feeds/4209462890002587605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691134890103844402&amp;postID=4209462890002587605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/4209462890002587605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691134890103844402/posts/default/4209462890002587605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atishpareh-71.blogspot.com/2007/03/writing.html' title='reading'/><author><name>english</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13563730618153151905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8If1qYMiko/Re7mHs4xbBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/niHuaB8xyL4/s72-c/Makeh77%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
