<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633080</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:39:31.646+04:30</updated><title type='text'>The feminine life in Iran</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog focuses on the way women live their lives in Iran.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femiran.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femiran.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393581369580822407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633080.post-108101948695158624</id><published>2004-04-03T23:21:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2004-04-03T23:44:07.186+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Again.After a long time I am writting.It is too bad that I can't update my weblog frequently.In new year I will try more.I was talking about our neighbor .Now, I will continue my story.One day morning in fall she left her family.She came to Tehran with her brother.She said good bye to him and went to start a new life in the biggest city of Iran.I think it is frghtening to live here without any support.She told me that most of the time her father was bitting her.He didn't let she and her sisters to talk with any men exept their brothers.He didn't allow them to go out just for going to school or buying clothes.If they were late he hurt them.She said that her parents are drug addicted and most of their relatives are drug dealers.She said that she loved her causin but her father didn't let them to marry.Now she escaped.If their family find her they will kill her.Because in their custom "A girl which has escaped is like a prostitute and she haveto killed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another story of an iranian woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633080-108101948695158624?l=femiran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/108101948695158624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/108101948695158624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femiran.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108101948695158624' title=''/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393581369580822407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633080.post-107791198297155794</id><published>2004-02-27T23:13:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2004-02-27T23:31:47.403+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is a young girl in my neighbourhood.She came here one month ago.She workes as a nurse for an old lady.she was so upset last night and wanted to talk to me.She said :"I have very bad situation here.The old lady is nagging most of the time.she thinks that I am not reliable.Most of the time she wants to search her cupboard because she thinks I am a thief ".she was crying when she was telling me the story.She told that she hadto tolerate this condition because she had no othar way.I was surprised;so,I asked her why?and she explained she escaped from her family and can't comeback to them...&lt;br /&gt;To be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633080-107791198297155794?l=femiran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/107791198297155794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/107791198297155794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femiran.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107791198297155794' title=''/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393581369580822407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633080.post-107745458955229266</id><published>2004-02-22T16:24:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2004-02-22T16:28:28.746+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is a long time that I haven’t written any word here. I was studying for IELTS examination and I could pass it with an acceptable mark.&lt;br /&gt;The most important which happened during these days was the parliament election.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the result of this election isn’t satisfaction. The conservative party won and it is a bad news for reformist activists. Conservatives entrance to the parliament may have negative affects on women movements in Iran. They may ban the different tribunes which women activists send their messages through them include: newspapers, meetings, websites and etc. &lt;br /&gt;If it happens the women should find another way to make connection with the other women. It can be difficult; but, I think a weak act is better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;We will wait and see what will happen. My country is an unpredictable place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633080-107745458955229266?l=femiran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/107745458955229266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/107745458955229266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femiran.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107745458955229266' title=''/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393581369580822407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633080.post-107297798444454441</id><published>2004-01-01T20:40:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2004-01-01T20:57:31.670+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last week a disaster happened.Erthquake in Bam.one of our very important historical place ruined.40000 persons were killed and much more became homeless.During them were alot of women and children.From last friday till now people all over the Iran helped so much.Their help wondered everybody.&lt;br /&gt;However, they did the duties that government should did.In addition,the women NGO's a committee to help; specially women and children.Women needs some especial things that public media never mentioned like the tampon .Shirin Ebady announced that her deposit account is ready for the people all over the world to help.It is 8080 Saderat Bank,Jamaledin Asadabadi Branch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633080-107297798444454441?l=femiran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/107297798444454441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/107297798444454441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femiran.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107297798444454441' title=''/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393581369580822407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633080.post-107211735196068833</id><published>2003-12-22T21:52:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2003-12-22T21:53:29.436+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is along time that I didn't have time to write anything here.I am studyung for IELTS exam then so busy.In addition me with some of my friends that are members of &lt;a href="http://www.womeniniran.org"&gt;womeniniran&lt;/a&gt;are working on a questionnaire about the Street Harassment. It is supposed to become prepare for the march 8th. The women right activitists in Iran are working on the violence against women in Iran and have made a &lt;a href="http://8march.persianblog.com/"&gt;campaign&lt;/a&gt; for it .This year ,march 8th,will concetrate on the different kind of violence against women.Different groups are working on different aspects of harrasments in the society that exists against women.It is made a &lt;a href="http://http://www.womeniniran.org/82/specials/09/06.htm"&gt;petition&lt;/a&gt; to opposit all kind of the geneder violence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633080-107211735196068833?l=femiran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/107211735196068833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/107211735196068833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femiran.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107211735196068833' title=''/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393581369580822407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633080.post-106970213004909459</id><published>2003-11-24T22:58:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2003-11-24T22:59:19.670+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think one of the most problems that exists in women society in Iran is that the Iranian women don't belive themselves.In history the women _most of the time_ were competitors for cathching men.Because always men could have several wives or lovers,and this made women antagonists.According these women's self-confidence were taken during history and all of these are conclusian of patriarchy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633080-106970213004909459?l=femiran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/106970213004909459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/106970213004909459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femiran.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106970213004909459' title=''/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393581369580822407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633080.post-106936128312855974</id><published>2003-11-21T00:18:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2003-11-21T00:18:28.560+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched"The Hours" last night.Three stories that both of them was based on Viginia Woolf novel ,"Mrs Dalloway".The film was shocking.It's screen play was great.The movie was about three women that one of them was Woolf.The women who wanted to have her choices to live.One of them was a wife and a mother that leaves her family to live the rest of her life for her own,for being a woman not just a spouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633080-106936128312855974?l=femiran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/106936128312855974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/106936128312855974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femiran.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106936128312855974' title=''/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393581369580822407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633080.post-106909480646937795</id><published>2003-11-17T22:16:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2003-11-17T22:17:08.903+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was at the 7-11.&lt;br /&gt;I ate a burrito.&lt;br /&gt;I drank a Slurpee.&lt;br /&gt;I was tired.&lt;br /&gt;It was late, after work washing dishes.&lt;br /&gt;The burrito was good.&lt;br /&gt;I had another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it every day for a week.&lt;br /&gt;I did it every day for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cook a burrito you tear off the plastic wrapper.&lt;br /&gt;You push button #3 on the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;Burritos are large, small, or medium.&lt;br /&gt;Red or green chili peppers.&lt;br /&gt;Beef or bean or both.&lt;br /&gt;There are 7-11's all across the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out I bought a quart of beer for $1.39.&lt;br /&gt;I was aware of social injustice&lt;br /&gt;In only the vaguest possible way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whose this poet is but it gave me a good feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633080-106909480646937795?l=femiran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/106909480646937795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/106909480646937795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femiran.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106909480646937795' title=''/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393581369580822407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633080.post-106832313118517266</id><published>2003-11-08T23:55:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2003-11-08T23:55:28.996+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IRIB announced the Shrini Ebadi wining with a short news at the end of one of it's NEWS programe,however the returning of two iraninan documentarians that have been arresting in America announced several times in an sport programe.Of corse nobody can ask IRIB why didn't American kill your coleages although know who are they and what were doing in Iraq?Nobody can ask them "Why did you kill Zahra Kazemi although you were sure that she isn't a spy?The answer is that "Because _in this way_Americans are less wild than you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633080-106832313118517266?l=femiran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/106832313118517266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/106832313118517266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femiran.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106832313118517266' title=''/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393581369580822407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633080.post-106787881585592204</id><published>2003-11-03T20:30:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2003-11-03T20:30:14.683+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In Khozesatan (western south of Iran) large amount of Arabs live.Tha arabs have their special traditions that have come for many years and never changed.Most of their customs related  to women are so opressive.When I hear about them I become so nervous.One of their traditions called "Hediye"that means gift and it is when a family missed one of it's members and the other members are so sad about him then the other relatives give one of their girls as a gift to samapathize with the afflicated family.In another tradition the girl havto marry her cousin  ( the son of her father's brother).If her cousin have wife,she must be the second or third wife.The girl can't turn away of that if she does, her brothers or her father will kill her.If her cousin doesn't want to marry her, she hasto stay unmarried till her death.&lt;br /&gt;Most of these customs have remained since the intoduction of the Isalam, 1400 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago when one of the women that had a responsiblity in government had an interview about these customs and codemned them,Her male coleages got angry and went after her and told they would bring her to court&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633080-106787881585592204?l=femiran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/106787881585592204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/106787881585592204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femiran.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106787881585592204' title=''/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393581369580822407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633080.post-106736998859781275</id><published>2003-10-28T23:09:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2003-10-28T23:10:40.116+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I,ve heard there is a village in Iran that one day in the year the doors of the houses are open and men can go in every house they want and have the sex with the first woman they find.It maybe was their daughter or their sister.So savagely.It means the rape is not forbidden for one day.Oh,it is unbelivable.In 21 century.In the Islamic Republic of Iran.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633080-106736998859781275?l=femiran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/106736998859781275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/106736998859781275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femiran.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106736998859781275' title=''/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393581369580822407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633080.post-106656707818325844</id><published>2003-10-19T16:04:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2003-10-19T16:11:12.703+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This  is a story that I read this morning.It is about &lt;a href="http://www.cwluherstory.com/CWLUArchive/wantawife.html"&gt;WHY MEN WANT WIFE?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633080-106656707818325844?l=femiran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/106656707818325844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/106656707818325844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femiran.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106656707818325844' title=''/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393581369580822407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633080.post-106205853593215059</id><published>2003-08-28T12:45:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2003-08-28T12:45:35.986+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I heard one of my friend :" The difference between an asian woman and an american is that if the asian is sitting in a bus and the strang man _ sitting next to her _ hurts her _ verbally and physically _  she bears and doesn't say anything and most of the times she feels ashame to protest. But the american gives a slap to man"&lt;br /&gt;I agree with my friend because evry day i saw alot of  iranian women that are silence in front of any violence that are from their husband or an strange man in the street.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633080-106205853593215059?l=femiran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/106205853593215059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/106205853593215059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femiran.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106205853593215059' title=''/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393581369580822407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633080.post-106118444599178263</id><published>2003-08-18T09:57:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2003-08-18T09:57:25.986+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last week I was working on a report about" How many Iranian women know about the Convention Of Elimination Of All Forms Of Discrimination Against Women". The result was awful, among 20 persons only 2 persons has heard about it. The others didn't know what  it is .Is it  some kind of food or cloth?&lt;br /&gt;Another day we were preparing  a letter to our boss that our taxes are high. We asked our coleages to sign it. One of our women coleage didn't know how much she is paying for the tax. After that I  thought  when she doesn't know about the amount of her tax she knows about the convention?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633080-106118444599178263?l=femiran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/106118444599178263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/106118444599178263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femiran.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106118444599178263' title=''/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393581369580822407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633080.post-106084650450797466</id><published>2003-08-14T12:05:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2003-08-14T12:09:42.660+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friend has a suitor who has met her last week. He was graduated from university as a director. He started his opinion “You know that prophet Mohammed said that wife hasto follow her husband .I don’t like you continue your study, so far is enough for you, if I decide to continue for Ph.D. then you can continue your study. I don’t want my wife works out of home. You can do everything you want, at home. I don’t like doing any work at home even wash a dish. House works are for women, I don’t like my wife to speak and laugh with stramge men.” &lt;br /&gt;He continued that: “because the agriculture was prophets’ job I want to continue my relationship with my farm. I go to my farm every summer,it might be difficult for the first time,but I am sure you will enjoy the grape picking up in the second day”&lt;br /&gt;During he was telling these, my friend was silent and listening to him.I would told: “ If I were u I would flap him” but she said “he was honest because has said his  opinion honestly”….. OH my god, she made me crazy. I think there are a lot of girls that such men are their ideal men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633080-106084650450797466?l=femiran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/106084650450797466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/106084650450797466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femiran.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106084650450797466' title=''/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393581369580822407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633080.post-105998047805401949</id><published>2003-08-04T11:31:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2003-08-04T14:17:52.173+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was talking to my  grandmother today. she tells the story of her marriage again. Her story is interesting, however, it is unacceptable for me that lives in this age.But for her generation  it was  typical. She says that she married when she was 11 and my grandfather was 20.when she married she hadn't her menstruated yet.Before her marriage she was engaged for 2 years (means it started when she was 9). In these 2 years she has visited my grandfather just 2 times. These visits used scare her alot and she used to escape. She married without any love and she didn't like my grandfather until he died.I thinkstill there are such girls in Iran that marry when they are children.Our laws permit the father to force their girls marry when they are  9 year old. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633080-105998047805401949?l=femiran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/105998047805401949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/105998047805401949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femiran.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105998047805401949' title=''/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393581369580822407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633080.post-105965160268885779</id><published>2003-07-31T16:10:00.000+04:30</published><updated>2003-07-31T16:10:02.716+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am starting this weblog to talk about Iranian women situation, what they think, what they do and what they want to do to have a better life. My English isn't good and i don't brag about it but I want people who don't know persian be able to read about women in iran.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5633080-105965160268885779?l=femiran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/105965160268885779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5633080/posts/default/105965160268885779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femiran.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105965160268885779' title=''/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393581369580822407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
