Onde muitas vezes eu dizia, nunca isto ou nunca aquilo, aqui me provei ao contrário.
Muitos pensam que o Irã é um lugar que só têm bombardeio, que as pessoas debaixo do véu ou burca, não são felizes, que é somente um país pobre, etc. Este país têm suas riquezas, as mulheres mesmo usando véu ou burca podem ser felizes, as crianças brincam no quintal, nunca presenciei um bombardeio, no inverno você sente aquele floquinho de neve cair no teu rosto, na primavera você ver flores radiando de cores vivas, no verão você ver o nascer-do-sol e pôr-do-sol mais lindo do ano, no outono você ver as folhas amareladas das árvores voar em torno de você.
O Islamismo têm seus costumes, tradições e sua forma de julgar justiça e injustiça. Como muitos outros países, têm amor/ódio, felicidade/tristeza, riqueza/pobreza, fidelidade/adultério, lealdade/corrupção, entre outros....porém o que muitos não sabem é que por trás da burca, têm uma história...
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Where many times I said, "never this" or "never that", here I proved myself that "never say never".
Many people think that Iran is a place of bomb attacks, women under the veil or burqa are not happy, that it is just a poor country, etc. This country has its own values, women can be happy even wearing veil or burqa, children play in their garden, in winter you feel the snow flakes falling on your face, in spring you see gorgeous colourfull flowers, in summer you see the most beautiful sunrise and sunset of the year, in autumn you see the yellow leaves falling around you.
Islam has its own costum, tradition and its own way of judging justice and injustice.
As many other countries, it has love/hate, happiness/sadness, richness/poorness, fidelity/adultery, loyalty/corruption, etc...therefore, what many don't know is that there is a story behind the burqa...
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"That which is come about, it is my fault, and henceforward will my youth be a theme of derision among the people. But I sped not forth for empty glory, but I went out to seek my father; for my mother had told me by what tokens I should know him, and I perish for longing after him. And now have my pains been fruitless, for it hath not been given unto me to look upon his face. Yet I say unto thee, if thou shouldest become a fish that swimmeth in the depths of the ocean, if thou shouldest change into a star that is concealed in the farthest heaven, my father would draw thee forth from thy hiding-place, and avenge my death upon thee when he shall learn that the earth is become my bed. For my father is Rustem the Pehliva, and it shall be told unto him how that Sohrab his son perished in the quest after his face."
When Rustem heard these words his sword fell from out of his grasp, and he was shaken with dismay. And there broke from his heart a groan as of one whose heart was racked with anguish. And the earth became dark before his eyes, and he sank down lifeless beside his son. But when he had opened his eyes once more, he cried unto Sohrab in the agony of his spirit. And he said-
"Bearest thou about thee a token of Rustem, that I may know that the words which thou speakest are true? For I am Rustem the unhappy, and may my name be struck from the lists of men!"Stretch of The Epic of Kings (Shahnameh): Hero Tales of Ancient Persia, - Chapter 8 - Rustem and Sohrab, created by Hakim Abol-Ghasem Ferdowsi Toosi
http://www.enel.ucalgary.ca/People/far/hobbies/iran/shahnameh.html
