The mob of Trump Supporters Seize Capitol

Wednesday, Jan 06, 2021, Extremist supporters of President Trump attacked the U.S. Capitol, and they failed to stop Congress from affirming Biden’s win.
Hours after Trump’s occupation of Congress, the occupiers were evicted and gathered around the congressional building. Police used tear gas to disperse them. The rally continued until the curfew began.

We Are a Machine Gun

We Are a Machine Gun, killing the people with no personal reason…

“A machine gun is a fully automatic firearm designed for rapid, sustained fire. Other fully automatic weapons, such as assault rifles and submachine guns, are not designed for sustained fire, and not considered machine guns.

As a class of military rapid-fire guns, machine guns are fully automatic weapons designed to be used as support weapons and generally used when attached to a mount or fired from the ground on a bipod or tripod. Many machine guns also use belt feeding and open bolt operation, features not normally found on other weapons.”

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No Justice, No Peace

After killing George Floyd, 46 years African American man, by white police in Minnesota started the protests around nation in the U.S. In Washington, DC; protesters took to the streets on the second night to protest the killing of Mr Floyd. On Saturday, May 30, the roads leading to the White House were completely closed, and the police were protecting the White House. The protests eventually led to clashes between police and people. The windows of nearby buildings were broken, and the car was set on fire.

Then He Said “Good Bye”

Whenever did I say how you are? He would reply with “not bad”! I never heard him say he was doing well. Thirty years ago, he had left Iran, his homeland. His name was Saadi, the same name as a famous Persian poet, and was born in an aristocratic family.
Saadi never let anyone pay for food and other stuff in parties and friend gatherings. He was dominant, kindful and sometimes angry. When someone asked for help, Saadi was going to help.
He would help young people get a job, gave money to friends who had problems. He was a Republican, but sometimes when he was angry he would curse both the Democrats and the Republicans, that’s what made him more lovely!
Several months ago, he realized that he had cancer when it had already taken over almost his entire body. Fighting was futile, but he spent five months trying to stay strong.
Our last visit was when I was on my way to Europe. He spoke with his eyes. I am sure he was great in this combat. Five months after the diagnosis he left us forever.
Saadi was my opponent for playing backgammon. Today I asked myself after Saadi; backgammon is never going to be pleasing for the rest of my life.

Halloween celebrations in Georgetown

On Wednesday, Oct. 31, the annual Halloween celebrations in Georgetown took place in the District of Columbia. In conjunction with this event, there will be traffic restrictions and street closures, most of the people were on there Arab, Persian, and Middle Eastern. Moreover, every year’s people meet to whether in this touristic street between 7 PM to midnight.
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Fan Day With Renaissance

October 6, 2018 – Annapolis, Maryland, U.S – August 25, October 21, 2018, Every year close to the capital of Maryland, Annapolis, Renaissance Festival will happen as one of the biggest festivals around the state.
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Sama Dance, Dervishes in the Ceremony

September 29, 2018 – Rockville, MD, U.S – Sep 29, 2018, A birthday ceremony for one of the famous poet, Rumi, at Johns Hopkins University, Rockville campus. The whirling dance or Sufi whirling that is proverbially associated with dervishes is best known in the West by the practices of the Mevlevi order in Turkey and Iran and is part of a formal ceremony known as the Sama. Sep 30 is Mowlavi (Rumi) birthday. Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Balkhi was a 13th-century #Persian #Muslim poet, jurist, Islamic #scholar, theologian, and #Sufi mystic originally from Greater Khorasan.
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Hi I’m a Piglet

The sun is rising; I get up and take a shower. I look at my iPhone and, boom! I’m buried in the Middle East: the bloodshed by the extremists, beheadings, death, and Ebola. I read the news as I am driving while swigging the Starbucks coffee down.

I drowned in my outside world, but sometimes at night right when my eyelids get heavy for a split second, I feel how much I miss myself.

How lonely I have become. Please don’t tell me I have more than three thousand friends on Facebook and more than a thousand follow me on Twitter.

The pig inside me is lonely.

The pig inside me looks outside from behind bars, but he is a prisoner with a big unsightly lock on his cage.

The anticipating pig inside me, with all the filth around, is still lonely.

Someone will be serving me to a bunch of strangers on an Easter feast; lying in the middle of the table with a red apple in my mouth. Then, at best, they will admire my taste and that how well I was prepared.

They would never know the pig inside me would have liked to be outside of his cage someday.

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A memorial for Vetrans

 

May 29, 2017 – Washington, DC, U.S – The National Memorial Day Parade will be held today in Washington, D.C. America celebrated those who have sacrificed for their country at the National Memorial Day Parade. The parade was organized by the American Veterans Center and World War II Veterans Committee. This year’s theme is ”Saluting our Military and Fallen Heroes from the American Revolution Through Iraq and Afghanistan.”..This year’s parade will also feature a special tribute the World War II generation, commemorating the 75th anniversary of WWII.

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Seeing Something Else

I agreed with an orphanage house on photographing its resident children; kids who were either abandoned by their parents or had no parents at all.

In the end, however, the photos that I submitted to the orphanage manager were different than the ones I kept for myself.

The photos I kept did not only reflect what was physically happening in them, but they also showed my thinking while I was taking them: lives full of distortion, doubt, anxiety, and fear. Fear of the uncertain tomorrow that would offer them only ambiguity and not much else.

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I’m a Sentient

On an autumn day, the directors* of the Mashhad’s Care Facility for the Acute Mentally Disabled Girls asked me to visit them. Most of the girls had been abandoned by their parents on street corners and were brought by somebody to this charity center. Some unfortunate ones had spent many years in quarantine.
I did not know what to expect. When I got there, the shift supervising nurse alerted me to the fact that seeing the disabled youth maybe somewhat hard to stomach. That worried me a bit, but I had already decided to go through with the visitation.
They led me to a two hundred square meter salon where the girls stayed. There stood beds, each surrounded by long metal bars and in those beds, each occupying child ate, slept and answered the nature’s call.
This type of life is called a vegetative growth. Those kids had no concept of how much -and what to eat. They ate anything they were given even if that ended up killing them. You could try teaching them, but they had extreme difficulty learning.
For three consecutive months after my initial visit, I made it a daily errand of mine to see those girls right after work, especially the quarantined ones. I found out that, despite their vegetative states, they understood things and had things to say. They wanted to protest and shout but could not.
I mainly got close to one quarantined girl and took nearly a thousand photo of her in those three months. Feeling-wise, the last picture that I took of her was by far the most difficult. One day, I got to the center and found out that, after many years of suffering, she had passed away only five minutes before my arrival. On that day, I had a vision of her surrounded by rays of light.
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* The center is managed by a charitable husband and wife couple, both doctors. Their only source of funding to shelter and feed the girls is through individual contributions.

Portrait of the Soul

These children were to be photographed for their school identification cards. So on a set day, they were gathered in the schoolyard, and we began the work. When we finished, I realized that their laughter and joy was much more valuable to be reflected on their ID cards.

So here they are…

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Women’s March, Here is Washington DC

Jan 21, 2017 – Washington, District of Columbia, the U.S. – Women’s March attended by an estimated 1,000,000 demonstrators in the capital area.

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