<?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-1582648437245595676</id><updated>2012-03-15T23:21:37.489+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Jafar Shamsi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jafarshamsi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1582648437245595676/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jafarshamsi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jafar Shamsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01575159234355187000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/STaLW6YToCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-Fngv46FyV4/S220/%D9%88%D8%AD%D8%AF%D8%AA+%D8%AE%D8%A7%D9%86%D9%87+%D8%A7%D8%AD%D9%85%D8%AF+%DA%AF%D8%B0%D8%B1+%D8%AF%D9%88%D9%85+%D8%AE%D8%A7%D9%86%D9%87+%D8%B1%D8%B6%D8%A7%DB%8C%DB%8C+(6).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1582648437245595676.post-3801262078420088721</id><published>2009-09-06T14:30:00.006+04:30</published><updated>2009-09-06T15:02:17.668+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Religion as Opium of the People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/SqONskH1K5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/r6Y7yOEYR-4/s1600-h/marx1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378298176760785810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/SqONskH1K5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/r6Y7yOEYR-4/s200/marx1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now is Ramadan and Reza speaks about Karl Marx: Religion is Opium of the Masses. "According to Marx, religion is an expression of material realities and economic injustice. Thus, problems in religion are ultimately problems in society. Religion is not the disease, but merely a symptom. It is used by oppressors to make people feel better about the distress they experience due to being poor and exploited. This is the origin of his comment that religion is the “opium of the masses” — but as shall see, his thoughts are much more complex than commonly portrayed. " I think he is a religious man that influenced by don't taking fast, is justifying, legalizing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1582648437245595676-3801262078420088721?l=jafarshamsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jafarshamsi.blogspot.com/feeds/3801262078420088721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1582648437245595676&amp;postID=3801262078420088721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1582648437245595676/posts/default/3801262078420088721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1582648437245595676/posts/default/3801262078420088721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jafarshamsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/religion-as-opium-of-people.html' title='Religion as Opium of the People'/><author><name>Jafar Shamsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01575159234355187000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/STaLW6YToCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-Fngv46FyV4/S220/%D9%88%D8%AD%D8%AF%D8%AA+%D8%AE%D8%A7%D9%86%D9%87+%D8%A7%D8%AD%D9%85%D8%AF+%DA%AF%D8%B0%D8%B1+%D8%AF%D9%88%D9%85+%D8%AE%D8%A7%D9%86%D9%87+%D8%B1%D8%B6%D8%A7%DB%8C%DB%8C+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/SqONskH1K5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/r6Y7yOEYR-4/s72-c/marx1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1582648437245595676.post-2332489686365960200</id><published>2009-09-01T14:27:00.004+04:30</published><updated>2009-09-01T14:49:57.815+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Our New Colleague</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Esma'il&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jafari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mehr&lt;/span&gt; is our new colleague. He is student of economic in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Allame&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tabataba'i&lt;/span&gt; university. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Esma'il&lt;/span&gt; has gained 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; rank in postgraduate entrance exam, and accordingly is "elite". my other colleague and now friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Reza&lt;/span&gt; is elite, too. To become elite, you need to gain a very good rank in entrance exams that every year, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sciences&lt;/span&gt; Ministry carries on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1582648437245595676-2332489686365960200?l=jafarshamsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jafarshamsi.blogspot.com/feeds/2332489686365960200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1582648437245595676&amp;postID=2332489686365960200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1582648437245595676/posts/default/2332489686365960200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1582648437245595676/posts/default/2332489686365960200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jafarshamsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-new-colleague.html' title='Our New Colleague'/><author><name>Jafar Shamsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01575159234355187000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/STaLW6YToCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-Fngv46FyV4/S220/%D9%88%D8%AD%D8%AF%D8%AA+%D8%AE%D8%A7%D9%86%D9%87+%D8%A7%D8%AD%D9%85%D8%AF+%DA%AF%D8%B0%D8%B1+%D8%AF%D9%88%D9%85+%D8%AE%D8%A7%D9%86%D9%87+%D8%B1%D8%B6%D8%A7%DB%8C%DB%8C+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1582648437245595676.post-5147967378760857391</id><published>2009-05-27T12:17:00.003+04:30</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:37:39.605+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Presidential Election</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/Shz0oCS6DFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wOAGhu5rG5c/s1600-h/%DA%A9%D8%B1%D9%88%D8%A8%DB%8C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340412226802682962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/Shz0oCS6DFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wOAGhu5rG5c/s200/%DA%A9%D8%B1%D9%88%D8%A8%DB%8C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presidential election is happening, and my favorite candidate is Mr. Mahdi Karroubi. merit, clear characteristic of Mr. Karroubi is his bravery in declaring reformists ideas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1582648437245595676-5147967378760857391?l=jafarshamsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jafarshamsi.blogspot.com/feeds/5147967378760857391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1582648437245595676&amp;postID=5147967378760857391' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1582648437245595676/posts/default/5147967378760857391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1582648437245595676/posts/default/5147967378760857391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jafarshamsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/presidential-election.html' title='Presidential Election'/><author><name>Jafar Shamsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01575159234355187000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/STaLW6YToCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-Fngv46FyV4/S220/%D9%88%D8%AD%D8%AF%D8%AA+%D8%AE%D8%A7%D9%86%D9%87+%D8%A7%D8%AD%D9%85%D8%AF+%DA%AF%D8%B0%D8%B1+%D8%AF%D9%88%D9%85+%D8%AE%D8%A7%D9%86%D9%87+%D8%B1%D8%B6%D8%A7%DB%8C%DB%8C+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/Shz0oCS6DFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wOAGhu5rG5c/s72-c/%DA%A9%D8%B1%D9%88%D8%A8%DB%8C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1582648437245595676.post-8608302847871578961</id><published>2009-02-17T13:49:00.003+03:30</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:20:42.766+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Karkas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/SZqRh81PMPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/6fJU6wHLtYs/s1600-h/%D8%AE%D9%86%D8%AF%D8%A7%D8%A8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303711523633311986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/SZqRh81PMPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/6fJU6wHLtYs/s200/%D8%AE%D9%86%D8%AF%D8%A7%D8%A8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A few days ago, one of my maybe best friends, Morteza, had gone to Asadabad. Nearly 10 kilometer east of Asadabad, there is a village called Khondab. I think nowadays approximately 20 family are living in this village. Agriculture and ranching are main professions of Khondab families, like most people of Asadabad region (or in other words Asadabad flat), and walnut and grape are main agricultural products. Laki is language of village, one of the branches of Kurdish.&lt;br /&gt;Morteza had captured some pictures from our village. Most beautiful pictures are those that had been captured from Karkas, an estimated 3000 meter height peak.&lt;br /&gt;35 years ago, our family migrated from Khondab to Asadabad and inhabited in Sare-e-viar alley. Because of some geographical causes, nature of this village has remained virgin. A picturesque view from Karkas, are observable in this post. Enjoy it. &lt;/span&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/1582648437245595676-8608302847871578961?l=jafarshamsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jafarshamsi.blogspot.com/feeds/8608302847871578961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1582648437245595676&amp;postID=8608302847871578961' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1582648437245595676/posts/default/8608302847871578961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1582648437245595676/posts/default/8608302847871578961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jafarshamsi.blogspot.com/2009/02/karkas.html' title='Karkas'/><author><name>Jafar Shamsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01575159234355187000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/STaLW6YToCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-Fngv46FyV4/S220/%D9%88%D8%AD%D8%AF%D8%AA+%D8%AE%D8%A7%D9%86%D9%87+%D8%A7%D8%AD%D9%85%D8%AF+%DA%AF%D8%B0%D8%B1+%D8%AF%D9%88%D9%85+%D8%AE%D8%A7%D9%86%D9%87+%D8%B1%D8%B6%D8%A7%DB%8C%DB%8C+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/SZqRh81PMPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/6fJU6wHLtYs/s72-c/%D8%AE%D9%86%D8%AF%D8%A7%D8%A8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1582648437245595676.post-8763741096501824651</id><published>2009-02-14T10:48:00.005+03:30</published><updated>2009-02-15T09:53:08.555+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Routineness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today, like other days of these two recent years, by metro, and a course by bus, arrived my office. Pressed "turn on" button of my computer, hanged on my coat from clothes tree, shake handed with male fellows and "salaamed" to others.&lt;br /&gt;Opening a news website, checking emails and via "www.asadabadi.ir"'s linkage, reviewing web logs of townsmen are my first daily activities.&lt;br /&gt;Reza, postgraduate of economy, from Tehran University, is closest person to me in Contracts office, IPDC organization. Other fellows are Mr. Tehrani, Mr. Hassan beik, Mr. Zia'i and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Clearly, above sentences are unrelated, incoherent. Intention of writing is blurred, even to me. We have a football match against Tavanir. "Geda: beggar" is name of a book from? (I don’t remember), winner of 1988 Noble Prize, with an (I think) existentialistic content, that attempted to read, in a unsuccessful effort, today morning. The book is in my sport bag, now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1582648437245595676-8763741096501824651?l=jafarshamsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jafarshamsi.blogspot.com/feeds/8763741096501824651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1582648437245595676&amp;postID=8763741096501824651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1582648437245595676/posts/default/8763741096501824651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1582648437245595676/posts/default/8763741096501824651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jafarshamsi.blogspot.com/2009/02/routineness.html' title='Routineness'/><author><name>Jafar Shamsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01575159234355187000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/STaLW6YToCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-Fngv46FyV4/S220/%D9%88%D8%AD%D8%AF%D8%AA+%D8%AE%D8%A7%D9%86%D9%87+%D8%A7%D8%AD%D9%85%D8%AF+%DA%AF%D8%B0%D8%B1+%D8%AF%D9%88%D9%85+%D8%AE%D8%A7%D9%86%D9%87+%D8%B1%D8%B6%D8%A7%DB%8C%DB%8C+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1582648437245595676.post-5390213643685323800</id><published>2009-01-05T14:20:00.006+03:30</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:53:34.742+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Innocent Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/SWHvplTh0lI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ee-_TaMngcM/s1600-h/22131_837-300x200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287770935177368146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/SWHvplTh0lI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ee-_TaMngcM/s200/22131_837-300x200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I think that this severe emotion is under influence of media. Emotions due to seeing pictures that have been published from children of Gaza. But when I see TV channels of ever-enemy countries of Palestinian, such as CNN and BBC, that even these are anger and concerned about tragic situation of Gaza, "under attack and fire" city, assure that "this is not media influence". This is real. They are innocent killed children of a immured city&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/1582648437245595676-5390213643685323800?l=jafarshamsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jafarshamsi.blogspot.com/feeds/5390213643685323800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1582648437245595676&amp;postID=5390213643685323800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1582648437245595676/posts/default/5390213643685323800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1582648437245595676/posts/default/5390213643685323800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jafarshamsi.blogspot.com/2009/01/innocent-children.html' title='Innocent Children'/><author><name>Jafar Shamsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01575159234355187000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/STaLW6YToCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-Fngv46FyV4/S220/%D9%88%D8%AD%D8%AF%D8%AA+%D8%AE%D8%A7%D9%86%D9%87+%D8%A7%D8%AD%D9%85%D8%AF+%DA%AF%D8%B0%D8%B1+%D8%AF%D9%88%D9%85+%D8%AE%D8%A7%D9%86%D9%87+%D8%B1%D8%B6%D8%A7%DB%8C%DB%8C+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/SWHvplTh0lI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ee-_TaMngcM/s72-c/22131_837-300x200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1582648437245595676.post-7239749403646946043</id><published>2008-12-14T16:24:00.006+03:30</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:53:59.424+03:30</updated><title type='text'>But a Shelter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/SUUChX5kQeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SzKSK0a7O0Q/s1600-h/vacancy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"A young couple, with a child, don't afford about rental. They are honest, but poor. They are looking for a job like guarding a project or a residential complex, anywhere. They do not want salary or other fringe benefits, but a shelter."&lt;br /&gt;This is text an advertisement that apparently has been published in one of the Iranian newspapers. Seeing this Ad made me very angry and maybe tearful. Many people of Tehran have such, if not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exaggerating&lt;/span&gt;, situation.&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/1582648437245595676-7239749403646946043?l=jafarshamsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jafarshamsi.blogspot.com/feeds/7239749403646946043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1582648437245595676&amp;postID=7239749403646946043' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1582648437245595676/posts/default/7239749403646946043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1582648437245595676/posts/default/7239749403646946043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jafarshamsi.blogspot.com/2008/12/looking-for-vacancya-shelter.html' title='But a Shelter'/><author><name>Jafar Shamsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01575159234355187000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/STaLW6YToCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-Fngv46FyV4/S220/%D9%88%D8%AD%D8%AF%D8%AA+%D8%AE%D8%A7%D9%86%D9%87+%D8%A7%D8%AD%D9%85%D8%AF+%DA%AF%D8%B0%D8%B1+%D8%AF%D9%88%D9%85+%D8%AE%D8%A7%D9%86%D9%87+%D8%B1%D8%B6%D8%A7%DB%8C%DB%8C+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1582648437245595676.post-3246415639404451979</id><published>2008-12-04T13:50:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:54:23.045+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Setayesh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/STevT1LmyWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FfEt__ul1BY/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275878243715959138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/STevT1LmyWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FfEt__ul1BY/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In previous post, I talked about Setayesh: daughter of my brother. She is a very naughty and really sugary child. Picture of Setayesh has been inserted in right side of this post. Faeze, 11 years old, is mere sister of Setayesh. she has been born in Asadabad and unlike her sister, is somewhat shan.&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/1582648437245595676-3246415639404451979?l=jafarshamsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jafarshamsi.blogspot.com/feeds/3246415639404451979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1582648437245595676&amp;postID=3246415639404451979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1582648437245595676/posts/default/3246415639404451979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1582648437245595676/posts/default/3246415639404451979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jafarshamsi.blogspot.com/2008/12/setayesh.html' title='Setayesh'/><author><name>Jafar Shamsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01575159234355187000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/STaLW6YToCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-Fngv46FyV4/S220/%D9%88%D8%AD%D8%AF%D8%AA+%D8%AE%D8%A7%D9%86%D9%87+%D8%A7%D8%AD%D9%85%D8%AF+%DA%AF%D8%B0%D8%B1+%D8%AF%D9%88%D9%85+%D8%AE%D8%A7%D9%86%D9%87+%D8%B1%D8%B6%D8%A7%DB%8C%DB%8C+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/STevT1LmyWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FfEt__ul1BY/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1582648437245595676.post-5492338898182332941</id><published>2008-11-22T13:00:00.010+03:30</published><updated>2009-09-01T14:26:46.102+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Last Photo of Saba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/SpzvtxS9qrI/AAAAAAAAAOk/9Od_gaUlvCY/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376435624779557554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/SpzvtxS9qrI/AAAAAAAAAOk/9Od_gaUlvCY/s200/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asadabadi.ir/picture/saba1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is last picture of my daughter, Saba. We had gone home of my brother, Akbar. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jugulum&lt;/span&gt; of his daughter, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Setayesh&lt;/span&gt;, 3 years old, has fractured. We had gone to visit Setayesh and maybe console.&lt;/span&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/1582648437245595676-5492338898182332941?l=jafarshamsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jafarshamsi.blogspot.com/feeds/5492338898182332941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1582648437245595676&amp;postID=5492338898182332941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1582648437245595676/posts/default/5492338898182332941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1582648437245595676/posts/default/5492338898182332941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jafarshamsi.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-photo-of-saba.html' title='Last Photo of Saba'/><author><name>Jafar Shamsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01575159234355187000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/STaLW6YToCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-Fngv46FyV4/S220/%D9%88%D8%AD%D8%AF%D8%AA+%D8%AE%D8%A7%D9%86%D9%87+%D8%A7%D8%AD%D9%85%D8%AF+%DA%AF%D8%B0%D8%B1+%D8%AF%D9%88%D9%85+%D8%AE%D8%A7%D9%86%D9%87+%D8%B1%D8%B6%D8%A7%DB%8C%DB%8C+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/SpzvtxS9qrI/AAAAAAAAAOk/9Od_gaUlvCY/s72-c/Image014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1582648437245595676.post-6790328435610650913</id><published>2008-11-06T11:45:00.008+03:30</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:19:05.211+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Our Old Quarter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/SRKoux2ZQ8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/PbzpWXgjxks/s1600-h/Sare-e-viar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265456435958465474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/SRKoux2ZQ8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/PbzpWXgjxks/s200/Sare-e-viar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Asadabad&lt;/span&gt; is town of my memorabilia. A few years ago, after acceptation in one of the universities of Tehran, I was migrated from there, maybe forever. Our home was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sar&lt;/span&gt;-e-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;viar&lt;/span&gt; quarter, recently called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shahid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Honari&lt;/span&gt; alley. This quarter was a very unquiet and busy place where per family had several children. Our neighbors were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Seyed&lt;/span&gt; Hussein; who we called him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Agha&lt;/span&gt;, an expression that sometimes is being used for those who have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;genealogic&lt;/span&gt; relations with holy prophet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mohammed&lt;/span&gt;. Other neighbors were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mard&lt;/span&gt; Ali; we called him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ousta&lt;/span&gt; (a nonofficial word or master), mason, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Amoo&lt;/span&gt; Ali Khan, closer than others with our family, Uncle Ali, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t remember name of my first school. But that was in opposite alley of our home, named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;shahid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Soufi&lt;/span&gt;. Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Arefi&lt;/span&gt; was first and only female teacher who have had before university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1582648437245595676-6790328435610650913?l=jafarshamsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jafarshamsi.blogspot.com/feeds/6790328435610650913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1582648437245595676&amp;postID=6790328435610650913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1582648437245595676/posts/default/6790328435610650913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1582648437245595676/posts/default/6790328435610650913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jafarshamsi.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-old-quarter.html' title='Our Old Quarter'/><author><name>Jafar Shamsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01575159234355187000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/STaLW6YToCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-Fngv46FyV4/S220/%D9%88%D8%AD%D8%AF%D8%AA+%D8%AE%D8%A7%D9%86%D9%87+%D8%A7%D8%AD%D9%85%D8%AF+%DA%AF%D8%B0%D8%B1+%D8%AF%D9%88%D9%85+%D8%AE%D8%A7%D9%86%D9%87+%D8%B1%D8%B6%D8%A7%DB%8C%DB%8C+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/SRKoux2ZQ8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/PbzpWXgjxks/s72-c/Sare-e-viar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1582648437245595676.post-993619070093637216</id><published>2008-11-05T10:20:00.006+03:30</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:05:06.877+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Man Doesn't See and Scandalizes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;These days, in Iran, topic of interpellation of interior minister, Ali kordan, for the reason of using forged academic paper, is in top of the news.Certainly, abusing such academic papers is not justifiable. But, let us examine this scandal in a different aspect.&lt;br /&gt;In Iran, taking PhD, using governmental and usually unfair privileges is not unusual. Many annually accepted students of universities of Iran are those who have some relation with power or wealth classes.&lt;br /&gt;These forged doctors that exist in all sectors of government, these days, have begun worst and most severe attacks against interior minister.I think most of these assaults are because of hiding their dirty faces and to this end committed any ugly actions.&lt;br /&gt;God sees, but ignores and relinquishes, man doesn't see but scandalizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1582648437245595676-993619070093637216?l=jafarshamsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jafarshamsi.blogspot.com/feeds/993619070093637216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1582648437245595676&amp;postID=993619070093637216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1582648437245595676/posts/default/993619070093637216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1582648437245595676/posts/default/993619070093637216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jafarshamsi.blogspot.com/2008/11/humans-dont-see-and-scandalize.html' title='Man Doesn&apos;t See and Scandalizes'/><author><name>Jafar Shamsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01575159234355187000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/STaLW6YToCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-Fngv46FyV4/S220/%D9%88%D8%AD%D8%AF%D8%AA+%D8%AE%D8%A7%D9%86%D9%87+%D8%A7%D8%AD%D9%85%D8%AF+%DA%AF%D8%B0%D8%B1+%D8%AF%D9%88%D9%85+%D8%AE%D8%A7%D9%86%D9%87+%D8%B1%D8%B6%D8%A7%DB%8C%DB%8C+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1582648437245595676.post-7990488999155069132</id><published>2008-11-02T17:21:00.003+03:30</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:05:23.971+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Our Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saba, my daughter, born in Monday, January 14, 2008. Her official name is Agrin, a Kurdish name that means fiery, ardent. But Saba, herald of good news, is name of a light breeze that blow from east of Iran, Khora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/SRFWM9-suXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2Oe4pP0_SRo/s1600-h/Saba.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265084220168780146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/SRFWM9-suXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2Oe4pP0_SRo/s200/Saba.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;san.&lt;br /&gt;I am Jafar Shamsi, from Asadabad, father of Saba and spouse of Sare Husseini, my classmate in management faculty, university of Tehran. Sare is from Qom, most religious city of Iran. She was a very hardworking student, with a attractive and respectable character for me. &lt;/span&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/1582648437245595676-7990488999155069132?l=jafarshamsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jafarshamsi.blogspot.com/feeds/7990488999155069132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1582648437245595676&amp;postID=7990488999155069132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1582648437245595676/posts/default/7990488999155069132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1582648437245595676/posts/default/7990488999155069132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jafarshamsi.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-family.html' title='Our Family'/><author><name>Jafar Shamsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01575159234355187000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/STaLW6YToCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-Fngv46FyV4/S220/%D9%88%D8%AD%D8%AF%D8%AA+%D8%AE%D8%A7%D9%86%D9%87+%D8%A7%D8%AD%D9%85%D8%AF+%DA%AF%D8%B0%D8%B1+%D8%AF%D9%88%D9%85+%D8%AE%D8%A7%D9%86%D9%87+%D8%B1%D8%B6%D8%A7%DB%8C%DB%8C+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/SRFWM9-suXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2Oe4pP0_SRo/s72-c/Saba.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1582648437245595676.post-92948271261370922</id><published>2008-10-29T14:48:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:50:06.067+03:30</updated><title type='text'>First Text</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/STaVWe_TfpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9NLt5CToZ98/s1600-h/%D8%B3%DB%8C%D8%AF+%D8%AC%D9%85%D8%A7%D9%84+%D8%A7%D9%84%D8%AF%DB%8C%D9%86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275568227019357842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/STaVWe_TfpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9NLt5CToZ98/s200/%D8%B3%DB%8C%D8%AF+%D8%AC%D9%85%D8%A7%D9%84+%D8%A7%D9%84%D8%AF%DB%8C%D9%86.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Main purpose of launching this weblog is strengthening my English language. Really "writing" is in priority. To this end, I will write about anything that has some attractiveness. One of the main subjects that I will focus is my birthplace, Asadabad, Hamedan province, Iran, a small town in west of Iran that it's main reputation is relation to Seyed Jamal-e-ddin Asadabadi, great intellectual that battled against imperialism and exploitation of Great Britain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1582648437245595676-92948271261370922?l=jafarshamsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jafarshamsi.blogspot.com/feeds/92948271261370922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1582648437245595676&amp;postID=92948271261370922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1582648437245595676/posts/default/92948271261370922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1582648437245595676/posts/default/92948271261370922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jafarshamsi.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='First Text'/><author><name>Jafar Shamsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01575159234355187000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/STaLW6YToCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-Fngv46FyV4/S220/%D9%88%D8%AD%D8%AF%D8%AA+%D8%AE%D8%A7%D9%86%D9%87+%D8%A7%D8%AD%D9%85%D8%AF+%DA%AF%D8%B0%D8%B1+%D8%AF%D9%88%D9%85+%D8%AE%D8%A7%D9%86%D9%87+%D8%B1%D8%B6%D8%A7%DB%8C%DB%8C+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJwTzwqbuJk/STaVWe_TfpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9NLt5CToZ98/s72-c/%D8%B3%DB%8C%D8%AF+%D8%AC%D9%85%D8%A7%D9%84+%D8%A7%D9%84%D8%AF%DB%8C%D9%86.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
