Posted by Parsin on May 2, 2008
All of us heard the news about Joseph Fritzl (Fritzel):
“A man held a woman prisoner for decades in an underground cell, forcing her to bear seven of his children. The victim was his own daughter. Behind this door and underground, unthinkable horrors occurred unheard and unnoticed for at least 24 years. 73-year-old Joseph Fritzl, an electrical engineer, kept his own daughter imprisoned as a sex slave. He reportedly confessed to authorities he fathered seven children with her. One is said to have died as an infant. His wife and their own six children lived upstairs, allegedly unaware. ” [ http://www.necn.com/]
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Posted by Parsin on May 2, 2008

Those who believe, and whose hearts find satisfaction in the remembrance of GOD, for without doubt in the remembrance of God do hearts find satisfaction.(13:28)/
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Posted by Parsin on May 2, 2008

LISTEN TO THE WHOLE CITATION BY POET
1 Haydar Baba when it thunders,
Floods rush down
Girls stand back and watch,
I hail your glory and your people,
May you remember our names too.
2 When your partridges take flight,
When the rabbits hop out of the bushes,
When your gardens have burst into blossoms,
May you remember our name too,
And make our depressed hearts happy.
3 When Nowruz gales uproot garden shelters!
And Nowruz flowers and snow drops blossom!
When the clouds wring out their clothes!
Greetings to those who remember us,
Let our sighs turn into mountains.
4 Haydar Baba may the sun warm your back,
Make your smiles and your springs shed tears,
Your children collect a bunch of flowers,
Send it with the coming wind towards us,
Perhaps my sleeping fortune would awaken!
5 Haydar Baba may you be fortunate!
Be surrounded with springs and orchards!
May you live long after us!
The world is paved with events, deaths and losses!
This world has long been childless and an orphan!
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