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(Mahnaz Bannazadeh)shifteshabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10673248290345687174noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532591501537998734.post-74649777458020912272010-10-03T23:33:00.000-05:002010-10-03T23:35:26.237-05:00Are these Americas' young role models?Our children’s role models<br />Are you kidding me? Are Snooki, lady Gaga, Paris Hilton, and Lindsay Lohan, are today’s teens and young role model? I was sadly surprised to see that American young’s role models are the ones who show more skin, do more drugs, do more crazy things, are more trashy and are complettely out of control. Why do you think these trashy drug users come at the top of the list of most-searched-for people on the internet? It’s because most of the young look at them as a role model. Media has given these people too much power and attention and have forggoten about the real role models. Why give the attentin to the ones who don’t deserve it. 90 percent of shows on T.V are trashy. How do you think our children turn out to be by watching them? Children don’t know, their mind is fresh, they just want to be famous and get more attention and money and the media has a huge role of encouraging them. That’s why they follow whatever they see and hear, that’s why they follow these people’s trashy footsteps. This is the reason that America is falling apart. These children are going to be the future of America. You read more about this huge problem in my new book, Is America Falling Apart?Mahnazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476456157450578776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532591501537998734.post-72371860028691960662010-09-27T11:21:00.003-05:002010-09-28T23:01:18.193-05:00Everything at public shools sucks.Everything about the public schools sucks.27Sep10 <br />Everything about the public schools sucks. This is the most serious massage that the America will fall apart. Are these kids at public schools today are the future of this country? The schools has become the most terrifying place for the parents. Anything bad that our kids not aware of they learn it at school. Most of the teachers don’t care about their job, they just want a check. The educational job means a bussiness for them. The food they feed our kids at schools sucks. The way students dress up for school sucks. The fighting and bullying going on in American schools sucks. Unfourtunately, the school zone in America has become a danger to, or a war zone for our children. Right now, the real reason most of our children go to school is for fashion, drugs, romance, and bullying. Who is the Secretary of Education? Who are the principles, who and where are the schools law makers? And where are the parents to do something before it’s too late.Mahnazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476456157450578776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532591501537998734.post-58982438634133171052010-09-22T23:35:00.001-05:002010-09-22T23:37:00.250-05:00kamran<p align="center"><a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; CLEAR: right" href="http://goo.gl/photos/Fbo9" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD7RkinTf7F8c-6c2oDBi_PXfhIKhJOSRmGyq0baC1TEqi_bf0mmLk8_24TIps55yR-XJEb0gh44aB-FVTzQRDV0y_5ikA0Eu00PuN8SblPupmmO5JD2FbA_h45T1S2LMqgabZkHYQsUTj/s512/kamran.jpg" /></a></p>Mahnazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476456157450578776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532591501537998734.post-17863792742191040662010-09-14T18:50:00.003-05:002010-09-14T19:15:19.889-05:00It's then, that i realize september is here.<div align="center">When the sun comes to the end of its journey for the day,</div><div align="center">and when the sun paints the sky in the west.</div><div align="center">When the sky is cover with the dark clouds,</div><div align="center">and when the clouds cry.</div><div align="center">It's then, that i feel my sorrow.</div><div align="center">When the trees get nacked and flowers dry away,</div><div align="center">and when the leaves make a sad music on the ground.</div><div align="center">When the birds quit singing,</div><div align="center">and when Autumn is here.</div><div align="center">It's then, that i feel my grief.</div><div align="center">When i feel the wormth of my tears on my cheeks,</div><div align="center">and when the rain wash away my tears.</div><div align="center">When i listen to the music of cold breeze in my heart,</div><div align="center">and when i feel my broken heart.</div><div align="center">It's then, that i realize September is here.</div><div align="center">It's then, that i realize is the end of journey for my little angel, Kamran.</div><div align="center">REST IN PEACE KAMRAN.</div><div align="center">MOMY ALWAYS LOVE YOU.</div>Mahnazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476456157450578776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532591501537998734.post-89800926658313979682010-07-16T12:28:00.003-05:002010-07-16T13:25:53.360-05:00The things don't like me<div align="center">The road don't like me</div><div align="center">The road never did</div><div align="center">The sky likes me</div><div align="center">It likes me indeed</div><div align="center">The river don't like me</div><div align="center">The river never did</div><div align="center">The ocean likes me</div><div align="center">It likes me indeed</div><div align="center">The rock don't like me</div><div align="center">The rock never did</div><div align="center">The mountain likes me</div><div align="center">It likes me indeed</div><div align="center">The war don't like me</div><div align="center">But the peace does</div><div align="center">The sadness don't like me </div><div align="center">But the happiness does</div><div align="center">The lies don't like me</div><div align="center">But the truth does</div><div align="center">The evil don't like me</div><div align="center">But God does.</div>Mahnazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476456157450578776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532591501537998734.post-7164655027409329562010-06-10T19:26:00.004-05:002010-07-01T19:00:04.990-05:00children of the whole world<div align="center">children of America</div><div align="center">children of Australia</div><div align="center">children of Asia</div><div align="center">no matter where you are</div><div align="center">no matter where you live </div><div align="center">no matter where you from</div><div align="center">you are all innocent</div><div align="center">you are all innocent</div><div align="center">you are all innocent</div><div align="center">children of Africa</div><div align="center">children of Europ</div><div align="center">children of America</div><div align="center">no matter how poor you are</div><div align="center">no matter how rich you are</div><div align="center">no matter how blessed you are</div><div align="center">you are all angels</div><div align="center">you are all angels</div><div align="center">you are all angels</div><div align="center">children of Iran</div><div align="center">children of Kenya</div><div align="center">children of Venezuela</div><div align="center">no matter who you are</div><div align="center">no matter what color you are</div><div align="center">no matter how sad you are</div><div align="center">you are all equal</div><div align="center">you are all equal</div><div align="center">you are all equal</div><div align="center">children of uzbekistan</div><div align="center">children of India</div><div align="center">children of the whole world</div><div align="center">no matter what religion you have</div><div align="center">no matter what dreams you have</div><div align="center">no matter what feelings you have</div><div align="center">you are all innocent</div><div align="center">you are all angels</div><div align="center">you are all equal</div><div align="center">and</div><div align="center">you are all precious</div>Mahnazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476456157450578776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532591501537998734.post-35499974306126279132010-05-16T22:11:00.002-05:002010-05-16T22:37:58.250-05:00memory of KamranThese days not much come to my mind but the memory of Kamran.<br />Kamran, if you are missed among us,<br />it's because of your selflessness spirit and giving heart.<br />Kamran, if you are gone still signs of your goodness exist among us.<br />Your charming smile, your way of unity, your humanity captured our heart.<br />Your way of easing everybody's sadness and strengthen our heart still exist among us.<br />Kamran, i learn from you to have a purpose in life.<br />To learn from my mistake and grow from my failure.<br />Kamran you were the greatest in heart and purest in spirit.<br />I always remember you as an angel with no wings.<br />Love you for ever:MomyMahnazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476456157450578776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532591501537998734.post-62691114608140491352010-05-08T23:59:00.007-05:002010-05-16T21:33:22.589-05:00happy mother's day, to my wonderful momMomy,<br />every time i look above the rainbow<br />i see you there.<br />Momy,<br />every time i look into my heart<br />i feel you there.<br />Momy,<br />every time i reach for support and advice<br />i hear you there.<br />Momy,<br />every time i see you in my dreams<br />i squeeze you there.<br />Momy,<br />every time i need a shoulder to cry on<br />i find you there.<br />Momy,<br />every time i go through your pictures<br />i think of you there.<br />Momy,<br />every time i search for someone to talk to<br />i have you there.<br />Momy,<br />every time i want to be beautiful and graceful<br />i look up to you there.<br />Momy, you are the most compassionate human being.<br />Momy, please feel my infinite love for you.<br />Momy, i hope you hear the deeper meaning behind those words.<br />From Quran 46/15<br />And we did enjoin on man to be kind and caring to his /her parents: his mother bore him with hardship and delivered him with hardship: and the bearing of him and the weaning of him took her almost thirty months. When he attained strength and maturity and he was forty years old, then he prayed: O, my Creator! Bestow upon me the opportunity of expressing my gratefulness to you for your favour which you have bestowed upon me and my parents; and that i may do good deed in a way that may acquire your pleasure; and grant me righteous offsprings: truly i have turned to your way sincerely and i am one of the Muslims<br />46/16<br />From such men we shall accept the best of their deeds and we shall disregard their evil deeds: they shall be, among the dwellers of Paradise; a true promise which was made to them.<br />Fram Bible, PROVERBS 6/20-23<br />Do not forsake your mother's teaching. Bind them upon your heart forever; fasten them around your neck. When you walk, they will guide you; when you sleep, they will watch over you; when you awake, they will speak to you. For these commands are a lamp, these teaching is a light, and the corrections of discipline are the way to life.Mahnazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476456157450578776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532591501537998734.post-52333143612035754432010-05-05T10:45:00.004-05:002010-05-05T11:29:44.149-05:00what's wrong with peace?Faisal Shahzad, living American dream, married, well educated wife, two beautiful children, master's degree. He was in custdy late monday for his terrorism act. I have one huge and also a simple question for you. What else did you want? Didn't you have anything better to do in your life but killing the innocent people? Did you have that much extra time on your hand? If you did, how about spreading peace and love, how about making God happy by following him, how about spending this extra time for your children to raise them in a wonderful way that when they grow up they be spreading love and peace every where they go. Doesn't God want love and peace on his earth and among his creations. Isn't love and peace that God talk about in all his holy books? I don't know who's foot steps you were following. Killing innocent people. It got to be evil's foot steps. It's kind of late for you to wake up but isn't too late for some others that are carrying evil thoughts.Mahnazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476456157450578776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532591501537998734.post-52635702889494439102010-05-05T09:46:00.002-05:002010-05-05T10:45:16.662-05:00who Kamran wasI lost my beloved son Kamran, on september 22nd-2009.<br /><div align="left">He was as beautiful as flowers.</div><div align="left">He was as innocent as birds.</div><div align="left">He was as peaceful as the sky.</div><div align="left">He was as pure as the angels.</div><div align="left">He was as green as te forests.</div><div align="left">He was as warm as the sun.</div><div align="left">He was as active as the clouds.</div><div align="left">He was as sweet as honey.</div><div align="left">He was as shiny as the stars.</div><div align="left">He was as joyful as the music from heart.</div><div align="left">He was as delicate as the sea breeze.</div><div align="left">He will always be my angel, always. </div><div align="center"> </div>Mahnazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476456157450578776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532591501537998734.post-17281781410276546652010-04-26T11:31:00.003-05:002010-04-26T13:46:10.004-05:00free bird<div align="center">Kamran a free bird</div><div align="center">Go rise higher like a free bird</div><div align="center">Go higher higher till you reach the sky</div><div align="center">Join the other birds go higher together</div><div align="center">rise a little higher to conquer the mountain</div><div align="center">If you glance down you see the ocean</div><div align="center">If you look up you see the blue sky</div><div align="center">Go further higher to swim in the white clouds</div><div align="center">If you pass the clouds you see the stars</div><div align="center">Rise a little higher to reach the moon</div><div align="center">Land on the moon with the other free birds</div><div align="center">You have gone far enough to dance with the angels</div><div align="center">Don't stay on the moon you can still go higher.</div><div align="center">Go higher higher, go higher higher</div><div align="center">Go higher higher, go higher higher </div>Mahnazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476456157450578776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532591501537998734.post-85741773694262447652010-04-24T09:42:00.000-05:002010-04-24T10:04:19.663-05:00I'm not sure<div align="center"> I'm not sure</div><div align="center">I'm not sure if i smile or to cry any more </div><div align="center">I'm not sure if i fly or to die</div><div align="center">I'm not sure if i dream in my sleep</div><div align="center">or i scream in my dreams</div><div align="center">I'm not sure what to believe any more</div><div align="center">I'm not sure what's right or wrong any more</div><div align="center">I'm not sure who to love or to trust any more</div><div align="center">I'm not sure what i want any more</div><div align="center">But i'm sure there is a God who loves me.</div><div align="left">I was suffering and confused after Kamran's death so this poem came to my mind, i never gave up on God even at those harsh moments.He was the one who walked me through my sorrow.</div>Mahnazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476456157450578776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532591501537998734.post-36208131178513629752010-04-23T09:58:00.002-05:002010-07-01T18:55:53.372-05:00<div align="center">Looking for Kamran</div><div align="center">I glanced at a white blossom on a rose bush, thinking it might be you</div><div align="center">I glanced at the moon in the blue sky, thinking that might be you</div><div align="center">The brightness of a star caught my eyes, thinking that might be you</div><div align="center">A beautiful butterfly passed by me, thinking it might be you</div><div align="center">I saw a free white bird flying over the blue see, thinking that might be you</div><div align="center">I saw a beautifully piece of white cloud floating in the sky, thinking that might be you</div><div align="center">I heard a singing voice from a singer bird, thinking it might be you</div><div align="center">I searched every corner of the blue sky for you</div><div align="center">I searched every tree with the blossom for you</div><div align="center">I searched between the stars for you</div><div align="center">But at the end i found you here in my heart.</div><div align="center">For the memory of Kamran</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div>Mahnazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476456157450578776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532591501537998734.post-25267492471921712072010-04-23T09:49:00.000-05:002010-04-24T09:42:13.932-05:00Somebody somewhere<br />Love me true<br />I am so lonly<br />Love me tender<br />Somebody somewhere<br />Hold me true<br />I am so lonly<br />Hold me tight<br />Somebody somewhere<br />Come to my life<br />Make my heart move<br />Don't leave me<br />Somebody somewhere<br />Bring me peace<br />I am so lonly<br />I need it<br />Somebody somewhere<br />Somebody somewhere.<br /><div align="justify">THis poem came to my mind shortly after Kamran was gone and i felt so distress and in desperate need of finding him.</div>Mahnazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476456157450578776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532591501537998734.post-63736971169253625002010-03-30T15:28:00.000-05:002010-03-30T15:51:12.726-05:00laugh and cry(in memory of Kamran)I thought i never laugh again.<br />With all the pain i,ve been through.<br />I thought i never laugh again.<br />With my broken heart.<br />I thought i never laugh again.<br />With my broken wings.<br />I thought i be smashed to pieces.<br />After you were gone,my angel.<br />I thought i never smile again.<br />After you took my soul with you.<br />God lifted my spirit and gave me strength.<br />I think, i never cry again, never again.Mahnazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476456157450578776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532591501537998734.post-72815526684631106342010-03-30T14:49:00.002-05:002010-05-15T11:31:48.864-05:00To my wonderful fatherYour face is full of grace.<br />Your hands is full of frienliness.<br />Your eyes is full of happiness.<br />Your heart is full of kindness.<br />Your thoughts is full of forgiveness.<br />Your smile is so precious.<br />Your wisdom is so priceless.<br />Your persuade is so courageous.<br />I look into you with all the brightness i see in you.Mahnazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476456157450578776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532591501537998734.post-20504791852515184382009-11-15T00:21:00.001-06:002010-05-14T12:02:47.536-05:00The Darkest Days of My Life in the U.S. and Iran<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbSf8zsWrcXt32NTIlB-l77B5eYsSaVcr84S8r7Q1Fl_Yzgl0Xx34jZemQidOyG1cZO1ALNy0HXWyRZS_FCxG52hW2PpLofVchr32If8H2DhJjXNNhWM71ovkMW2-WrN7Ra33EuU8xLdS9/s1600-h/dorrance_2080_1530697.jpeg"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404213561965371314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbSf8zsWrcXt32NTIlB-l77B5eYsSaVcr84S8r7Q1Fl_Yzgl0Xx34jZemQidOyG1cZO1ALNy0HXWyRZS_FCxG52hW2PpLofVchr32If8H2DhJjXNNhWM71ovkMW2-WrN7Ra33EuU8xLdS9/s320/dorrance_2080_1530697.jpeg" /></a><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><b>The Darkest Days of My Life in the U.S. and Iran</b><br /><i>by Mahnaz B. Consolver<br /><br /></i></div><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Mahnaz Consolver grew up in a loving, traditional home in Iran. Her parents gave her instruction in life and relationships and encouraged her to always do things the right way. When she marries Amin, Mahnaz has dreams of a loving husband and a wonderful new life in America. </p><div></div><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Her dreams are immediately shattered when Amin strikes her for the first time. Even when she is pregnant with their first child, he routinely beats her and abuses her emotionally. She finds out he is addicted to opium and would gladly spend all his money on drugs before he would spend anything on her. Mahnaz is overcome by the shame of the situation; she cannot even bring herself to tell her own family of the abuse but asks her father not to send any more money to support them. Amin flies into a rage, blaming Mahnaz for everything and beating her harder than ever. </p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"></div><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">When Amin realizes the rights American women have, he brings Mahnaz and their young family back to Iran, in essence, making her a prisoner in her own home. She is defiant, refusing to give him the satisfaction of being afraid. She begs God for protection and deliverance, knowing she must reach deep within herself for the courage to save herself—and her children. She knows there is one place where she can start over, where she will be safe in the land of hope and justice: America. But Amin has her passport locked in the safe. Even if she could get an international visa, how would she get out of the country? </p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><b>About the Author </b></div><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Mahnaz B. Consolver was born in Iran and currently resides in Kansas. Mahnaz is the proud mother to three sons, Bob, Kamran, and Sean. She enjoys spending time with them and her husband, as well as cooking and playing sports. It is her hope that through her story and experiences, other women will use their opportunities and become more involved in their children’s lives and raise them more responsibly.<br /></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><a href="http://www.dorrancebookstore.com/dadaofmyliin.html">http://www.dorrancebookstore.com/dadaofmyliin.html</a><br />Small portions of "The darkest days of my life in the U.S. and Iran"</p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">On January 3, 2008, Oprah mentioned on her show that there are ten million children either in an abusive family relationship or are being abused. Come on. I had much better thoughts about family relationships here in America. How is it possible? Don't you think these children are the future of the country? Don't you think life should be full of love and peace for kids? Don't you think we shape the future of society by the way we raise our children? Dont't you think.....don't you think?</p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">From chapter 4,</p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">I never received any care from my husband during the pregnancy. He ever took me to the doctor during the nine months of pregnancy. Every time i said i needed to see a doctor, he said it was not time yet. I had no knowledge on how to give birth to the baby. My life situation was so boring, and i was living in strained circumstances. </p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">From chapter 18,</p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">The thirty- minute ride seemed like the longest ride of my life. I thought i had nothing to lose now that they were going to kill me. I was at the highest level of craziness. I started to ask them questions again, "Sir please tell me what's going to happen to me. Sir, have i done something awfully wrong that i am not even aware of? Sir, please talk to me and say something!</p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">From chapter 20</p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">My husband knew he couldn't mess with me in a country where they respected a woman as much as a man. He knew a male and a female were equal in the U.S.A. He knew he wasn't a king here a i wasn't his slave. He knew this country had the same values and qualities for women as they had for men. He knew in this country, women were proud to be women. He knew in America, i didn't have to hate myself as a woman. He knew here, i didn't get depressed and hurt myself simply because i was born a female. Most importantly of all, he knew America was the land of justice for women.</p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">From chapter 23,</p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Raise your kids well. Bring up your kids responsible. A responsible person is very involved, knows his or her duties, is very sensitive and is able to fulfill his or her obligations. A responsible person is able to choose between right and wrong. A responsible person has positive reaction to anything, anywhere, at anytime. A responsible person is very understanding. A responsible person is very patient, especially when it comes to raising children.</p>Mahnazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04476456157450578776noreply@blogger.com1