farnoosh

life is a game. 1..2..3.. the coach's whistle...the game begins
..you run,you throw your arms and legs,you drown ,you break hearts,your in love,you're cruel,you get nicer,...you were little ,you grew up,you get old,...
the coach's whistle...the game is over...you lost the game.

A silence falls upon them all. This is no time to talk about the beauty of any country. Sadness and fear and hate,how they rise up in heart and mind!
Cry for the broken tribe, for the law and custom that is gone.And Cry for the man who is dead,for the woman and children who have lost him.
Cry,the beloved country,these things are not yet at an end.The sun pours down on the earth,on the lovely landthat man cannot enjoy.
He knows only the fear of his heart

school starts in 2 weeks

i have buyed everything!!!!!!! except one small problem;i havent bought my books!!

school starts in 2 weeks

i have buyed everything!!!!!!! except one small problem;i havent bought my books!!