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Looking into China: I want to be a messenger between China and world

The history of the Syrian Arabian horse – a precious part of Syrian heritage


Bill the Butcher: Bhola Babu And The Bhairaas: A Ghost Tale From Bunglistan

Dye your own all natural Greek Easter eggs | Gardening with kids | Gardening Australia

Bulgarian orthodox Easter Eggs. Українська: Болгарські православні великодні яйця. Date 7 April 2007 Source Own work Author Ikonact Permission (Reusing this file) released under CC-BY-SA and GFDL

Bob Marley – Three Little Birds

Prepariamo la FOCACCIA con MANUEL

Lebanese Fruit Cocktail With Rose Water Ashta Cream

One of the many street foods you could encounter while roaming Lebanese cities is an all-time favorite special fruit cocktail that is garnished with nuts, ashta cream and honey. There are many variations of the cocktail, and what we’re featuring in this post is what’s referred to as “cocktail shikaf” which translates to “fruit chunks cocktail”.

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Are we Aliens in this world? | The Butterfly Within Pt. 1 | Br. Khalil Jafar

Curd Balls (Better Than Donuts) | (شیرینی توپک با چکه از ( دوناس کرده مزه دار و آسان”

Snow in Karbala (Baynul Haramayn)

Ancient festival of ‘Sadeh’ in Shiraz

SHIRAZ, Jan. 31 (MNA) – Zoroastrians in Shiraz observed the ancient festival of ‘Sadeh’ on Thursday. Sadeh, meaning ‘hundred’ in Persian, is an Iranian festival dating all the way back to the first Persian Empire, Achaemenid, which celebrates 50 days before the New Year, Nowruz.


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‘Rehtah’ or ‘Rugag’ bread, a special dish in southern Iran by Rahbar Emamdadi

BANDAR ABBAS, Jan. 25 (MNA) – The ‘Rehtah’ bread, or as it is commonly known in the Persian Gulf littoral states as ‘Rugag’, originated in southern Iranian cities such as Bandar Abbas, Larestan and Minab. The bread is baked on a small ‘taveh’ – a flat, sometimes slightly curved, round iron griddle, and then is wrapped around some scrambled egg to make a very delicious dish for breakfast.

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Youth, Islam and the Media | Muzaffer Hyder

How to make Soft Flour Tortillas | Como Hacer Tortillas de Harina

Snow blankets the Iranian capital By Majid Asgaripour

TEHRAN, Jan. 19 (MNA) – Tehraners experienced their first serious winter snow on Sunday. The rather heavy snowfall forced officials to close schools and some universities in the province.


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Beyond Our Eyes – Imam Hussain in the eyes of non-Shia Muslims

Galang ~ Alika🎶

Dem Got No Love ~ Alika

Lebanese Shish Tawook Chicken Kabob Recipe

Shish Tawook can be one of the tastiest chicken Kabobs around.  The name points to its Turkish origins (Tavuk şiş) however it is quite a common chicken bbq dish in virtually every Middle Eastern country, and with Persians having their own “Jujeh Kabob” version.

Lebanese Chicken Shish Tawook Recipe

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From The Baboon Chronicles

Once upon a time, long ago, there was a baboon troop that lived in a tree by an oasis.

It was a splendid tree, full of succulent fruit; and below the tree’s bark scurried juicy beetles, which could be scraped out with a diligent claw and crunched down with relish. And the tree’s branches were studded with thorns, so sharp and long that not even a leopard would dare venture to climb into it.

So the baboons prospered exceedingly. All day they ran around on the ground, rooting for worms and seeds, and drank deeply from the water hole. And at night they climbed on the tree, chewed at fruit and insects, and slept safely until the new day.

On the far side of the oasis there lived an old crocodile. The crocodile was very old and very large, and he did not bother the baboons at all, for they were far too swift for him to catch, and too small to be worth the effort. All day he lay on the shore, his jaws open to let the cleaner birds peck rotting food from his teeth. In the evening, as the baboons retreated into their tree, he would slip noiselessly into the water, and wait for the antelopes and zebras to come down to drink. And then he would hunt, and if he was successful, he would not hunt again for several days, for he never killed more than he could eat. This was the crocodile.

Now it so happened that one day a young baboon found a glittering stone by the water. It was red and blue and white and glittered in the sun, and the baboon liked it exceedingly. Holding it up in his paws, he rushed back to the tree to show the other baboons what he had found.

“It is pretty,” the baboons all said, “but it isn’t any use, is it?” And they glanced at it out of the corners of their eyes, for they were all taken by it.

“If you give it to me,” one of the other baboons said, a big baboon, with a mane like a lion. “If you give it to me, I will give you three extra fruit and a beetle tonight.”

“But I can find three fruit and a beetle to eat by myself,” the young baboon said. “Why should I give it to you?”

“I live on the branch with the best fruit and beetles in the tree,” the big baboon responded. “I can give you bigger, tastier fruit and juicier beetles than you would find elsewhere.”

So the young baboon gave the big baboon the glittering stone, and in return got three fruit and a beetle, which were perhaps bigger and juicier than elsewhere on the tree, or perhaps not; but they certainly looked bigger and juicier to the other young baboons.

And the other big baboons looked at the glittering stone and each said to himself, “He has a stone that we don’t. He will claim to be better than us because he has the stone. Therefore I must get my own stone too. But where can I find one?”

The next morning the big baboons each discreetly called some young baboons to him. “Find one of the glittering stones for me,” they said, “and I will give you four fruit and two beetles to eat.” And all the young baboons went out on to the shores of the oasis, and dug assiduously among the rocks and sand and grass, looking for a stone. And by the end of the day each had found one stone, except one, who had found two.

That night all the big baboons had a stone each, except one, who had now two. And all night the other big baboons twisted uneasily on their branches, looking at their stones and reminding themselves that one of them now had two.

So the next morning they summoned the younger baboons again. “Get more stones,” they said, “and you’ll get five fruit and three beetles to eat.”

All day the young baboons toiled, searching for stones instead of looking for food for themselves; and when they finally arrived, tired and hungry, they had found enough stones so that each of the big baboons had got more. Some now had two, some three, some even four or five, and one or two even had as many as seven.

“This will never do,” the baboons who only had three or four each said to himself. “Tomorrow I must have more stones than anyone else.”

“But,” the young baboons whined the next morning, “we spend all our time looking for these stones, and we have no time left over to get food or water for ourselves; the few fruit and beetles you give us at night are hardly enough to assuage our hunger and thirst.”

“How dare you,” the big baboons roared. “We give you these excellent fruit and beetles from our branches, which you have no right to taste otherwise, and you will not even look for stones for us. Very well, we will not allow you to eat even a single fruit, or a single beetle, from the tree. Let us see how you manage to live on seeds and roots alone.”

Soon, then, the young baboons were starving, for all of them were forced to compete for the few seeds and roots and insects in the grass by the oasis, and not touch even a single dried-up rind of a fruit from the tree; and when, at night, they crept up into the branches for shelter, the big baboons chased them away with fearsome roars and gnashing of teeth.

“You won’t eat from our branches, you won’t sleep in our branches,” they said. “Away with you!”

“But we’ll starve to death,” whined the young baboons, “or the leopard will get us.”

“That is none of our affair,” the big baboons said. “You are responsible for your own plight.” And they went up into their tree to eat fruit and scratch up bark to find beetles to gnaw on, while the young baboons went off hungry into the night to find what shelter they could.

Soon enough, as the big baboons had known, the young baboons one by one crept back begging to be allowed to look for stones in return for fruit and beetles and shelter. “Very well,” the big baboons told them, “but you’ll get only one fruit and one beetle for each stone you find. You’re lazy and greedy and we don’t have enough to feed your greed.”

So the young baboons spent all their days searching for stones, and gratefully eating whatever fruit and beetles they could earn from their labours. But, as time went on, little by little they had searched almost the entire shores of the oasis, and collected all the stones they could find, and there were no more to be found.

“Get us more stones,” the big baboons thundered. “We need more stones.”

“There are plenty of stones on the other side of the watering hole,” the young baboons reported, “but we cannot reach them. They are where the old crocodile spends his day basking in the sun. If we come close to him, he will bite us in half.”

“We must have the stones,” the big baboons declared. “The evil old crocodile is stealing our stones, the stones that belong to us. We will make war on him! He is old and stupid, and we are many and have sharp claws and teeth. And, besides, the Great Baboon is on our side, so we cannot possibly lose.”

And so the baboons formed into an army and stormed the other end of the oasis, where the old crocodile was dozing peacefully in the sun. They came hooting and howling, throwing stones and sharp sticks as they came, their fangs and claws bared.

The old crocodile watched them come, and tolerated their stones and sticks and their sharp bites as long as he could.

Then he stirred, and with one sweep of his tail he smashed half the baboons into the middle of next week. And he opened his gigantic jaws, and bit the other half in two with one snap and a half.

Then he went back to sleep on the shore, because the day was only half done.

And the stones around him glittered, green and white and red in the sun.

Copyright B Purkayastha 2020


Note to Reader:

The above is not meant to be satire on the Amerikastani warmongering against Iran, culminating in the murder of General Qassem Soleimani.

And if you believe that the above is not meant to be satire on the Amerikastani warmongering against Iran, you must be an idiot…or else an Amerikastani.


A peek into Christmas celebration in Iran


TEHRAN, Jan. 01 (MNA) – One may not expect Christmas celebration in a country where 99 percent of its population is Muslim, but surprise is awaiting you in the case of Iran.

Christians comprise less than one percent of Iran’s population, however, they are enjoying the freedom to perform their rituals and celebrate their festivities.

Most of the Christians in Iran are Armenians who have lived here for centuries. Assyrians, Catholics, Protestants, and Evangelical Christians constitute the rest of Christians in Iran.

Armenians follow the Oriental Orthodox denomination of Christianity and accordingly, celebrate Christmas on January 6, concurrent with the Epiphany.

To better understand the rituals of these people on the eve of Christmas, I reached out to our long-serving colleagues at the Tehran Times Daily, Herand Baghdasarian. As an Armenian Christian, he has been working in the daily for 21 years in different sections.

I asked him to give a general explanation about his community’s traditions for Christmas. “Christians in Iran have their own peculiar Christmas festivities and rituals. On Christmas Day, which falls on January 6th, Christians celebrate Jesus Christ’s birthday by feasting on a traditional chicken stew called ‘harissa’, or on a roast turkey,” he said.

“Like other Christian nations, Armenians design and decorate the Christmas tree, buy new clothes and usually give gifts to children.

Asked about the coexistence of Muslims and Christians in Iran, he highlighted that these two have lived peacefully along with each other. “Iranian Armenians, are Iranians of Armenian ethnicity who speak Armenian as their mother tongue. Armenians have lived in Iran for millennia,” he said, noting, “They have lived peacefully and friendly with their Muslim people.”

“After the Islamic Revolution, Armenians have also served in the Iranian Army and many have died in the action,” Baghdasarian said, referring to the eight years of Iraqi imposed war on Iran (1980-1988), also known as Sacred Defense, where thousands of Armenians went to the frontline along with their Muslim brothers to defend the country. The Armenian Diocese of Tehran told me that 114 Armenians from across the country have been martyred during the war.

Baghdasarian went on to point to his community’s position in Iran’s politics, saying, “The Armenians remain the powerful religious minority in Iran. They have two seats in the Iranian Parliament.”

He referred to the need for training the youth generation for following the community’s traditions. “The rising generation follows the past traditions and religious rituals like their forefathers; Parents must educate their children to follow in the footsteps of their ancestors on observing and perpetuating these rituals.”

Armenians have mainly gathered in Majidieh neighborhood in Tehran, and Jolfa neighborhood in Isfahan. Taking a walk in these regions at the time of Christmas, one cannot ignore the energy and spirit of the community that is preparing for the New Year.

I asked Baghdasarian where he wishes to spend Christmas celebrations and the answer was Isfahan. “I prefer the city of Isfahan since Christmas festivities are tremendously fascinating in Jolfa district where pine trees are beautifully decorated with string lights.”

“Vank Cathedral is the most significant church in Iran. Shops are crowded and people are very busy shopping, walking around and taking photos,” he concluded.


Stunning ice rainbows in -53°C

Imam Hossein (AS) Mourning Ceremonies in Iran

TEHRAN (FNA)– Iranians across the country, including Tehran, take part in ceremonies every night to mourn on the martyrdom anniversary of Imam Hossein (AS), the grandson of Prophet Mohammad (PBUH). [PHOTOS]

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