Ordinary pencil

Here in Iran, people trade their lives with nothing. Everybody is running from early morning till late in the night. And at the end of a day, you've done nothing important for your life. You have just spent your time, no satisfaction.

And, of course, there are some people who do believe in their job here. They work and fight for the things they believe.

Remember the "ordinary pencil" by "Klyuev"? Yes. It reminds me the story of the pencil who was writing all his life. He spent the whole life on writing stories about a princess but nobody was willing to read them. He wrote willingly and traded his body with some heartful words. You know, he wrote the first story when he was big.
Shorter and shorter night by night, it was the time to write the last story. Then he died...

And a few seconds later, all the papers flew. To the sky. To his best friend, the moon...

Children's letter to God

I got enough time to read "Children's letter to God" by Stuart Hample and Eric Marshall once again.

The book, as the title shows, is a collection of the letters of children to God. Letters are simple but worthy to read. To remind your childhood. To breeze your mind with some simple but very true writings:

"Dear God,
I went to this wedding
And they kissed right in church. Is that OK?"
Neil

And it is true. You know, things do not change but our view point changes as we grow up. I, sometimes, wish to have a simple but true look as I saw the things in those years. Remember, the world is the one we used to live in our childhood. It is all about us...

No excuse...

Well. I've no excuse for being late.

The thing is that I was sick for a month or so and am recovering from the damn disease now.
So, I'll start writing as of tomorrow.

BTW, thanks to all of you for your kind support. I promise to write regularly as of tomorrow morning...