Even Simple Things Could Bring Us Happiness.
Last week some of my classmates and I went to a park near ATU to have fun.
One of the friends suggested to buy a big watermelon and eat it together in the park. Amin(one of my dear friends) and I went down the South Allameh St to a fruit shop and bought a watermelon which weighed approximately 10 KGs.Since I had terrible experiences of buying unmature watermelons for our guests in homeland, I wasn’t really sure this watermelon would come out the one I intended. I picked up one of several watermelons lying on the floor and beated it for a couple of times(a way to find a mature and a red-inside one)to hear the sound it gave out. I myself doubt if I really know what kind of a sound a mature watermelon would give out when being beated. We relied on the shopkeeper who garanteed it to be a good one.Finally, we paid the money and came out of the shop.Our classmates waiting for us were sitting in circle ,and they were chatting happpily.we all “geniuses” of ATU didn’t even think of a knife to cut that watermelon in pieces.We asked whoever was sitting in the park for a knife, but we were left empty-handed. It was really fun hearing other friends` ridiculous ideas.We even came up with the idea of knocking neighbors`doors and ask them for a knife. Suddenly a man came out of blue and asked if we needed anything,and we all answered simultaneously “knife”.He said:”I will bring you a knife in no time.”After several minitues not only did he bring us a knife, but he also brought us some plates and small forks.We suddenly turned out to be his guests and he our host.He started to cut the watermelon in pieces and spread it among us.We were having the watermelon with a lot of fun,joking ,and laughing.I undoubtedly could say it was one my best watermelons I had ever had in my life.After this memorable fun, I realized that being happy is totally in our own control;we can bring it to ourselves even by simple things like a watermelon.

On April 28, 2009 an exciting, new phenomenon happened at Allameh Tabatabee`s Literature and Foreign Languages Faculty. I don’t really know what to call it, but students called it a "Free Lectern". As I was walking through the campus, I saw my friend talking on a microphone behind a lectern encircled by a crowd of students. I walked closer and I pushed through the crowd, elbowing people out of the way in order to have a clear sight of the scene. This was arranged in order that students could say their ideas on upcoming presidential election which will be held on June 12. After awhile, a campaign was run for and against the Ahmadi Nejad`s administration. Something that really made me to contemplate a little bit was that whenever a student brought up official names, the moderator suddenly stopped them. They said, "They would sensor students` talks if they contained any criticism of official figures." The question is: Why are we afraid of finding and hearing the truth. To be continued.

Being Stubborn Left Me With a Broken Leg

I guess it was about eight years ago when my family and other relatives decided to go on a
picnic.They decided to go to Mahallat in Arak province to enjoy their time;there were a beautiful warm water pool and other entertainment stuff for children and teenagers to enjoly themselves.
After we arrived there,my cousins and I started to wonder around that place to have fun.We really enjoyed ourselves playing around.It was very crowded there,because alot of people had gone there to enjoy there holiday.It was really enjoying to see people being happy all around.Meanwhile,I saw a scene which really hurt my feelings.I saw a boy being carried on his father`s arms with a severely bleeding foot.The boy was crying outloud of his pain.I passed the scene immediately,since I was really afraid of blood.
There was an area comprised of some entertainment stuff.There was a steep slope on the hill on which there was a slippery curling slide that boys had fun sliding down it.In order to have more fun I insisted on my cousins to go up the hill without walking up the stairs and then slide down, but my cousins didn’t agree.They said, "it was late and our parents wanted to leave for home."So they left me alone.So I decided to go up alone.
A guy was down the hill and told me,"don’t do it. It`s very dangerous.That man on top of the hill won`t allow you to use the slide without giving him a ticket." Since I was too eager to experience the joy, I started to go up that hill which was completely strewn with pebbles.I tried very hard to reach the top, but the man as I presumed didn’t let me to slide down and he told me,"return your way back you`v come up."Finally, I started to come down the hill.Coming down the hill,I unintentionally began to run.Yeah, you can imagine how dangerous it could be to run down a hill. My speed got faster and faster in a way that my feet could easily hit my back.I began to topple and suddenly I hit a half-a-meter tall wall that was down the hill; I was thrown some meters away from the wall with badly hurt feet.At that unbelievably painfull moment, that man cameand sniggered at me and said"didn’t I told you not to do that.You deserve it man."It was so difficult for me to hear that, but I didn’t have anything but to regret.
Finally, I started to wiggle slowly to where my parents were waiting for me.Although it was a disappointing experience, I learnt a lesson-being stubborn is not always good.