سال نو مبارک

همبستگی ملی و انسجام اسلامی فراموش نشه

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Days after nights pass, and nights after days come. The wind turns over the leaves of the calendar. Heavily, it is raining. I am captured in my room. All call me, every drop of the rain. All call me with their harmonious melodies. I am called into the world of darkness, beauty, infinity. Yes, the infinity. It is midnight. No star twinkles in the sky. The rain still does her best. The wind blows furiously. The sounds call me. The rain calls me. The rain comes to remind me of my dreams. The rain comes to remind me of the fairylands. The wind calls me. The wind comes to make me back to the beauties of the past. The wind comes to remind me of the most harmonious melodies I have ever heard.  The lightening is flashing and setting on fire my entire world. I dare not open my eyes. With the eyes shut, I go after the sounds calling me into them. I go as if the bosom of someone calls me into the darkness.

Suddenly, I shudder. I stop. A song is heard which makes me return. And now I see you, just you. The sounds and the song are heard all over my world. You come to play the most harmonious melodies of the world. You come and sing me the songs from the heaven. You come and paint the most colorful paintings of the days and the nights. You come and promise me the splendid future. You come and define the meaning of the being.

But now, as I open my eyes … all are gone. It is present. There are just melodies of the past and the future. It is still raining.