Confession Contribution

I read this verse under the shadow of a weeping willow for the first time, some 15 years ago while I was searching for the most beautiful creature: "و اذا سالک عبادی عنی فانی قریب"
Recapturing the moments of my life within which I could perceive my own position in harmony with my surroundings, I should confess I've always uncovered the rhymes of such harmony when the notions of time, space and people were challenged for me. Writing as the most magnificent language, at least for me, has always contributed to such challenges. As I remember, when I was a primary school student, I almost always tried hard to be heard in almost everywhere whether home or out, including school. Although I experienced so many imitations of what the others, including my older brother and Mohammadkazem who was a school friend of mine, used to use, I was still to fail. Most of the times it seemed as if I was not even to understand why the others were not interested in listening to my stories which were very much appreciated and precious for myself. One day after I'd had to carry the burden of the label of "failure" on my shoulders, which definitely I had myself chosen, I decided not to think about that winning-losing game anymore and instead to lean on what no one couldn't even imagine, at least people whom I was trying to have their attentions. I chose to write to people who would care for my stories someday and somewhere. That was one of the most enlightening journeys I've ever stepped into. At the beginning of the journey, it was really important for me to write in a beautiful and sensitive way as people who were going to read my writings, were really important for me and I loved them. It was not only the matter of those people but also the matter of where and when they would read my whole-heartedly stories. After I had written my stories for a while, I realized I had begun to live among people with a much higher sense of calmness, I was still not heard by them though and I didn't need them to be all-ears of my stories anyway.
Now, it is really stunning to see someone else, ebnossabil, love writing. Dear ebnossabil, could you please tell me why you love writing, it may Inshallah help me find myself in your writings more

OLD HAT NEW HAT

salam
wait wait this is too joyful
i am sure i could sit here and read your writings till morning
and i know movements of my lips and eyes won't become slower than happy beating of my heart what can these words do who are you people it's almost midnight now my sister is eating ice cream baba is brushing and maman is washing dishes and i'm fighting with this moving smile on my face that has made me like fools gazing to the monitor reading what you wrote 2 times 3 times .... and i have not stopped yet i am up in the sky giving my hands to the stars i am in karoon river hugging the wild flow of water i am running with the free wind whispering the way in my ears .....
this is really brand old
I LOVE WRITING
thank you weepingwillow mohammad miniature seeny atyieh haji paisley passion rend 100zaban maryam loud nebula
الحمد لله رب العالمين خيرالمستأنسين

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

salam

three nights ago my little sister - she is almost 4 years old now- was selling plane tickets for leili's city
my mother these days is reading nezami's leili and majnoon
i told her these must be so expensive
but she said no
i told her why
this is not something everyone could find everywhere
she answered me cause i am worried you may do not have the money to pay for it

we may in coming months destroy our house and build a new one a little bit taller
it was before eid
one day my father told me come and help me
at the top of the nama of our house there are three lamps
one of them has fallen down and now there is a little empty hole there
last spring it was the house of a gonjishk family
my father was going to put something in it to prevent the gonjishks from making their house there
cause if we ruin our house they will loose their house
in nowrooz he and my little sister made a beautiful small wooden house for the birds and with the help of navid hanged it from our window
it is still empty now
tonight i was telling our little star that you have to go and tell a bongahi to find a bird for living in our house
it is free
if you know someone please email me

now writing for me is like walking
every word seems to be a step
i hardly remember my feet locked to the earth
but i less hardly remember my hands locked on paper or keyboard
i remember myself many many times asking help
these people in our community have helped me
كه شمه اي زبيانش به صد رساله برآيد
i am shahed
and as quran says when i know writing i must write my shahadat كما علمني الله
maybe the sweetest moments are those which i had the chance to ask for help
يا من هو قريب غيربعيد

درخت خرمالوي حياط ما تازه برگهاش دراومدن
ميوه ها هم هستند از همين اول كار اما سبز همرنگ برگها و كوچكتر از نخود
الآن قيافه شون با اون خرمالوهايي كه تو مغازه ها مي فروشند آنقدر فرق مي كنه كه شايد باور آدم نشه كه اينها ميوه هاي اين درختند
اما قول مي دهم اگه تو آبان و آذر همديگرو ديديم رسيده ترين هاشونو براتون مي آرم تا با هم بخوريم
دعا كنيد امسال از شر آفت هاي سال پيش مصون بمونه اون وقت شايد نفري دو تا هم برسه
آخه خرمالو خيلي طول مي كشه كه برسه
ازفروردين بهارتا آخرهاي پائيز ما بعضي هاشون رو حتي تو دي بعد از شب چله مي چينيم
حتي از درخت هم كه مي چينيشون مي رسن و شيرين مي شن
مثل قندي كه تو دل آب ميشه

سلام

weeping willow

I am weeping willow, the grateful
Bending down on my leaves to thank you
I am from a garden whose gardeners
Wrote Tehran on every leave,
On every flower,

Thank Passdaran where my dreams came true

Thank Tajrish for encouraging me to look for myself

in Imamzadeh Saleh

Thank Chamran high way for revealing beauty upon

me by ever-grean trees

Thank Valiasr chenar trees for sharing their compassion

shadowy moments in summer days

Thank Saeedi St. for taking care of Shaheed Rahmani

House

Thank Mehrabad for welcoming my hojjaj

Thank Berry trees of Tarasht for celebrating my birthday

every year

Thank bazaar for his yearly narration of event of Ashura for me

Thank Vanak village for securing me from sorrow and despair

Thank Pish-Poorkan for accepting the invitaion for feast of

memories

Thank Arachte for her alchemical miracle of transforming cold weather

to warmth of love

Thank you for donating space to my roots sticking around in the soil of Tehran,

I am weeping willow, the grateful
Bending down on my leaves to thank you
I am from a garden whose gardeners once decided to call it Hamrahan-e Noor

Thank Hossein for everything, from love to hope, serenity to safety and all the

things coming from heaven

Thank Mohammadhossein for transcribing my outrage to rhymes of calmness

Thank EhsOn for borrowing my grace when I went out of grace

Thank Mehdi for his awakening slaps on my face

Thank Hamid for sharing his own uncoveries with me

Thank Hamidreza for guiding me how to be pure like water, how

to smile like roses

Thank Alireza for listening to me in a way I've always been

dreaming of

Thank Mrs.Ghahremani for teaching me what no one ever

did that teaching is learning

Thank Mrs.Ghomi for respecting me more than I

deserved

Thank Mrs.Doostdar for her ever-hospitality

Thank Mrs.Mahdieh for contributing to God's

greatest gift, generosity

Thank you for creating me a lover among the beloved

Once a weeping willow, I will never die

People die but I never do

as long as I have my roots in gardens as such

and I am nourished by the light of love

Yeah, I do need water

So, I have memories which come and go

just the same as water does

under my feet, underneath my thanks

HELLO

IAM MOHAMMAD JAVAD . IAM 15 YERS OLD I LIKE FOTBALL I LIKE OSVALDO SANCHES O-S IS GOOL KIPER
I AM TEHRANI I LIKE ITALIA I AM STUDENT
MY SCHOOLE IS HOMAY DIN VA DANESH
I HAVE QUES CHEN ?WHO IS THE ابن سبیل

يا سلام

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم انا اعطيناك الكوثر فصل لربك وانحر ان شانئك هوالابتر