Patience is the companion of wisdom.  ~St. Augustine

Patience is also a form of action.  ~Auguste Rodin

One moment of patience may ward off great disaster.  One

moment of impatience may ruin a whole life.  ~Chinese

Proverb

A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.  ~Tenneva Jordan

The moment a child is born, the mother is also born.  She never existed before.  The woman existed, but the mother, never.  A mother is something absolutely new.  ~Rajneesh

I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me.  They have clung to me all my life.  ~Abraham Lincoln

Sweater, is a garment worn by child when its mother is feeling chilly.  ~Ambrose Bierce

FOUR is HALF of FIVE. Is this statement True

or False?

The answer:

It's True. The Roman Numeral FOUR (IV) is in the middle of the word Five: F(IV)E

The less one has to do,

the less time one finds to

do it.

Happy New Year

 just that  i have nothing more to put and say for now.

.have fun. be happy. and take care

and do not eat tooooooo much

we often borrow from our tomorrow to pay our debts to our yesterday

I take my daughter to her English class for her first lesson on her new term. At the end of last term some mothers insisted on that the teacher should not be changed, so when they sow the new teacher coming to the class they were furious about it. They did not even listen to her about the way of teaching that she was going to use.

Why some people are so afraid of changes?

Why do they think that changes are always bad?

Why do they prefer to stay and do things again and again but never try to do something new?

Why do they like stillness?

Why do they prefer to be like a swamp rather than being like a river?    

There is a saying that says: never nag to anyone, if you do, that fault or imperfection will happen for you too.

Now it happened. I have not updated my blog for more than fifteen days.

I always nag about not updating the blogs frequently.

Well I never thought that you could be come out of ideas for writing in the blog, but now I am out of ideas. I do write but they are not suitable for blog.

Any one has any ideas that I could think about?

Maybe I should go and search about something and put it in the blog, or maybe I should write whatever comes to my mind in the blog.

My mind is full of new happenings that mix my thoughts so it is hard to concentrate on anything

It was the first time that his hart was bumping like this. He was never so nervous in his life. But he couldn’t resist this news. He knew it well that if everything went well it will be the biggest news of the century; he knew that who ever writs this story would becomes one of the biggest reporters of the time. So he convinced himself that nothing will happen.

When he sat in the plane he asked one of them if he could talk to Ayatollah. If he sees him here I can talk to him face to face, but in Tehran it will never happen. They went to ask Ayatollah and his answer was positive. I went to him; he was sitting on a seat near the window. He was so calm. I sat beside him and ask him how dose he feel going back to his country after fifteen years?

Oh God I did not believe what I heard, I was waiting to hear words oh joy and pride… But instead he just said “nothing”. Do you believe it he felt nothing, nothing, and nothing?     

Once upon a time, not so long a go and not so very near our time, there was a woman, who was very brave, from a family that they all were brave and courages. She married a man who was the bravest man in all time.

She had borne four sons for this man, that they all were brave like there mum and dad. But the first son was something else. No one could match him in courage except his two step brothers, well that was nothing, because he loved them and he knew more than any one else that they were his teachers. He loved both of them. His mother has taught him to respect them even more than her.

He always loved the smallest of these two step brothers more, he didn’t know why, but after some years he found out why he liked him more. There came a time that he had to choose between his life and being with him to die.

You know what, he choosed to stay with him, with his three younger brothers, to die with him.