Dr. Sima Ali

- General Medicine, Internal & Pediatrics Medicine in Central Asia - Founder & Chief of Drug Addicted Hospital in Afghanistan - Diploma & Degree of Herbal & Alternative Medicine in Russia - Establisher of Holistic Medicine, Obstetrics & Gynecology Clinic in Tajikistan - Doctor of Acupuncture & Chinese Medicine in Canada - Doctor of Natural Medicine in Canada More than 25 years of experience in Medical Health Internationally. - Treatment of all sickness with natural method and detoxification without the usage of any chemicals. - Prevention and therapy from common cold to progressive cancers, prevention from side effects, chemotherapy side effect and reoccurrence of cancers.


Dr. Sima Ali

Toronto , ON
Canada
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ﭼﻨﺎﻥﻣﺴﺘﻢ, ﭼﻨﺎﻥﻣﺴﺘﻢ ﻣﻦاﻣﺮﻭز_ﻛﻪاﺯﭼﻨﺒﺮﺑﻴﺮﻭنﺟﺴﺘﻢﻣﻦاﻣﺮﻭﺯ ﭼﻨﺎﻥ ﭼﻴﺰﻱ, ﻛﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺧﺎﻃﺮ ﻧﻴﺎﻳﺪ _ ﭼﻨﺎﻧﺴﺘﻢ, ﭼﻨﺎﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﻣﻦ اﻣﺮﻭﺯ ﺑﻪ ﺟﺎﻥ ﺑﺎ ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ ﻋﺸﻖ ﺭﻓﺘﻢ _ ﺑﻴﺮﻭﻥ ﺭﻭ ﻛﺰﺗﻮ, ﻭارﺳﺘﻢ ﻣﻦ اﻣﺮﻭﺯ ﻧﻤﻴﺪاﻧﻢ ﻛﺠﺎﻳﻢ! ﻟﻴﻚ , ﻓﺮﺥ _ ﻣﻘﺎﻣﻲ, ﻛﺎﻧﺪﺭ اﻭ ﻫﺴﺘﻢ. ﻣﻦ اﻣﺮﻭﺯ ﺑﻴﺎﻣﺪ , ﺑﺮ ﺩﺭﻡ اﻗﺒﺎﻝ ﻧﺎﺯاﻥ _ ﺯﻣﺴﺘﻲ ﺩﺭ, ﺑﺮ اﻭ, ﺑﺴﺘﻢ ﻣﻦ اﻣﺮﻭﺯ ﺑﺸﻮي اﻱ ﻋﻘل! ﺩﺳﺖﺧﻮﻳﺶاﺯﻣن ﻛﻪﺩﺭﻣﺠﻨﻮﻥ ﺑﻴﭙﻴﻮﺳﺘﻢ ﻣﻦ اﻣﺮﻭز

Published on 2013-08-14 09:52:26 GMT

ﺩﻭﺑﻴﺘﻲ... ﻣﻦاﻳﻨﺠﺎﺳرﺩﺳﺮﺩﻡ, اﻱﺩﻝ! اﻱﺩﻝ! _ ﺟﺪااﺯاﻫﻞﺩﺭﺩﻡ اﻱﺩﻝ! اﻱﺩﻝ! ﻣﻦ ﻭ ﺭﻓﺘﻦ, ﺑﺴﻮﻱ.ﺭﻭﺷﻨﺎﻳﻲ _ ﺩﻋﺎ ﻛﻦ ﺑﺮ ﻧﮕﺮﺩﻡ, اﻱ ﺩﻝ! اﻱ ﺩﻝ! ﻏﻢ ﻋﺸﻘﻲﻛﻪ ﺩﺭﺧﻮﺩ ﻣﻲﻧﻬﻔﺘﻢ _ ﺷﺒﻲ ﺁﻥ ﺭا ﺑﻪ ﭼﺸﻢ ﺧﺴﺘﻪ ﮔﻔﺘﻢ ﺩﻝ ﻣﻦ ﮔﺸﺖ ﻣﻬﺘﺎﺏ ﺩﻝ ﺷﺐ _ ﺳﺤﺮﮔﺎﻩ, ﻣﺜﻞ ﺧﻮﺭﺷﻴﺪﻱ ﺷﮕﻔﺘﻢ

Published on 2013-08-14 09:48:57 GMT

ﮔﻔﺘﻢ ﺑﺪﻭم, ﺗﺎﺗﻮ ﻫﻤﻪ ﻓﺎﺻﻠﻪ ﻫﺎ ﺭا ﺗﺎﺯوﺩﺗر, اﺯﻭاﻗﻌﻪ ﮔﻮﻳﻢ ﮔﻠﻪ ﻫﺎﺭا ﭘﺮﻧﻘﺶ ﺗﺮاﺯﻓﺮﺵ ﺩﻟﻢ ﺑﺎﻓﺘﻪ اﻱ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ اﺯﺑﺲ ﻛﻪ ﮔﺮﻩﺯﺩ, ﺑﻪ ﮔﺮﻩ, ﺣﻮﺻﻠﻪ ﻫﺎ ﺭا ﻣﺎﺗﻠﺨﻴﻲ, ﻧﻪ! ﮔﻔﺘﻨﻤﺎﻥ ﭼﺮاﻛﻪ ﭼﺸﻴﺪﻳﻢ ﻭﻗﺖ اﺳﺖ ﺑﻨﻮﺷﻴﻢ اﺯاﻳﻦ ﭘﺲ, ﺑﻠﻪ! ﻫﺎﺭا ﻳﻜﺒﺎﺭﻫﻢ اﻱﻋﺸﻖ ﻣﻦ! اﺯﻋﻘﻞ ﻣﻴﻨﺪﻳﺶ ﺑﮕﺬاﺭﻛﻪ ﺩﻝ ﺣﻞ ﺑﻜﻨﺪ, ﻣﺴﻟﻪ ﻫﺎﺭا!!!

Published on 2013-08-14 09:48:21 GMT

اﺯ ﻟﺐ ﻟﺒﺎﺏ ﻣﺜﻨﻮﻱ ﻣﻌﻨﻮﻱ : ﺩﺭﺑﻴﺎﻥ ﺭﻭﺯﻩ, ﻭﺁﻥ ﺩﺭ ﺷﺮﻳﻌﺖ اﻣﺴﺎﻙ اﺳﺖ اﺯ ﻣﻔﻂﺮاﺕ, ﻭﺩﺭﺣﻘﻴﻘﺖ اﻋﺮاﺽ اﺳﺖ اﺯ اﻟﺘﻔﺎﺕ ﺑﺠﻤﻴﻊ ﻛﺎﻳﻨﺎﺕ ﻭﮔﻔﺘﻪ اﻧﺪ: ﺭﻭﺯﻩ اﻱ ﺟﺴﺪ, ﺑﺎﺯاﻳﺴﺘﺎﺩﻥ اﺳت اﺯﻃﻌﺎﻡ, ﻭﺭﻭﺯﻩ اﻱ ﺩﻝ ﻧﮕﻬﺪاﺷﺘﻦ ﺩﻝ اﺳﺖ اﺯﻭﺳﻮاﺱ ﺁﺛﺎﻡ, ﻭﺭﻭﺯﻩ اﻱ ﺭﻭﺡ, ﻋﺪﻡ اﻟﺘﻔﺎﺕ ﺑﻜﻞ اﻧﺎﻡ, ﻭﺭﻭﺯﻩ اﻱ ﺳﺮ, اﺳﺘﻐﺮاﻕ ﺩﺭ ﺑﺤﺮﻣﺸﺎﻫﺪﻩ اﺳﺖ ﻋﻠﻲاﻟﺪﻭاﻡ. ﻭﺁﻧﻜﻪ ﺭﻭﺯﻩ اﻱ ﺻﻮﺭﺕ ﺩاﺭﺩ; اﻓﻂﺎﺭاﻭ ﺩﺭﺷﺐ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ. ﻭﺁﻧﻜﻪ ﺭﻭﺯﻩ اﻱ ﻣﻌﻨﻲﺩاﺭﺩاﻓﻂﺎﺭاﻭ ﺩﺭ ﻭﻗﺖﻟﻘﺎﻱ ﺭﺏ(ج) ﺑﺎﺷﺪ. ﺭﻭﺯﻩ ﻇﺎﻫﺮ اﺳﺖ اﻣﺴﺎﻙ ﻃﻌﺎﻡ _ ﺭﻭﺯﻩ اﻱ ﻣﻌﻨﻲ, ﺗﻮﺟﻪ ﺩاﻥ ﺗﻤﺎﻡ اﻳﻦﺩﻫﺎﻥﺑﻨﺪﺩﻛﻪ ﭼﻴﺰﻱ ﻛﻢ ﺧﻮﺭﺩ _ ﻭاﻥﺑﺒﻨﺪد ﭼﺸﻢ ﻭﻏﻴﺮﺵﻧﻨﮕﺮﺩ ﺭﻭﺯﻩ ﮔﺮﺩﺩ ﮔﺮﺩ ﺗﻘﻮﻱ اﺯ ﺣﻼﻝ _ ﺩﺭﺣﺮاﻣﺶ ﺩاﻥ ﻛﻪ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ اﺗﺼﺎﻝ ﻟﺐ ﻓﺮﻭﺑﻨﺪ اﺯ ﻃﻌﺎﻡ ﻭ اﺯ ﺷﺮاﺏ _ ﺳﻮﻱﺧﻮاﻥ ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻧﻲ ﻛﻦ ﺷﺘﺎﺏ ﺭﻭﺯﻩ ﮔﻴﺮ , اﻻﻧﺘﻆﺎﺭ اﻻﻧﺘﻆﺎﺭ _ اﺯ ﺑﺮاﻱ ﺁﺵ ﺑﺎﻻ , ﻣﺮﺩ ﻭاﺭ ﻭﺻﻒ ﺑﻴﺪاﺭﻳﻲ ﺩﻝ اﻱ ﻣﻌﻨﻮﻱ _ ﻣﻲ ﻧﮕﻨﺠﺪ ﺩﺭ ﻫﺰاﺭاﻥ ﻣﺜﻨﻮﻱ

Published on 2013-07-30 10:34:41 GMT

ﭼﻪ ﺷﺪ ﺷﺎﻋﺮ! ﻛﻪ ﺩﺭﺑﺎﻏﻢ ﮔﻠﻲ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﻧﻤﻲ ﺭﻭﻳﺪ _ ﺑﻪ ﺁﻫﻨﮓ ﻗﺪﻡ ﻫﺎﻳﻢ ﻛﺴﻲ ﺷﻌﺮﻱ ﻧﻤﻲ ﮔﻮﻳﺪ... و ﻳﻜﺮﻭﺯ ﺩﺭﻛﻨﺎﺭ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡ ﻛﻮﺩﻛﺎﻧﻪﺩﺭ ﻣﻮﺭﺩ ﺭﻭﺯ ﺗﻮﻟﺪ ﻭﻧﺎﻣﻢ ﺗﺠﺴﺲ ﻣﻴﻜﺮﺩﻡ. ﺭﻭﺯﻫﺎﻱ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﻲ ﻏﺮﻳﺒﺎﻧﻪ اﻱ ﻛﺎﺑﻞ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺁﻧﺮﻭﺯ ﻫﺎ ﻫﺮ ﭼﻴﺰ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ, اﻣﺎﺟﻨﮓ ﻫﻢﻧﺒﻮﺩ...ﻣﺎﺩﺭ ﻣﻦ ﻇﺮﻳﻒ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭﺯﻳﺒﺎ, ﺩﺭ ﺣﺎﻟﻲ ﻛﻪ ﺑﺎ اﻧﮕﺸﺘﺎﻥ ﮔﺮﻡ ﻣﺤﺒﺖ, ﺣﻠﻘﻪ اﻱﻣﻮﻱ ﻫﺎﻱ ﻧﺮﻣﻢ ﺭا ﺻﺎﻑ ﻣﻴﻜﺮﺩ, ﮔﻔﺖ: ﺗﻮ ﺩﺭ ﻳﻚ ﺷﺐ ﻛﺎﻣﻼ ﻣﻬﺘﺎﺑﻲ ﻮ ﻣﻌﺘﺪﻝ ﻣﺎﻩ ﺳﺮﻃﺎﻥ(ﻣﺎﻩﺗﻴﺮ), دﺭﻫﻮاﻱ ﺁﺯاﺩﻣﻼﻳﻢ ﻭﺩﻟﻜﺶ اﻳﻼﻕﺑﻪ ﺩﻧﻴﺎ ﺁﻣﺪﻱ. ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡ ﮔﻔﺖ : ﺁﻥ ﺷﺐ ﻣﻬﺘﺎﺏ ﻣﺜﻞ ﺧﻮﺭﺷﻴﺪ ﻣﻲ ﺗﺎﺑﻴﺪ. ﺁﻥ ﺯﻣﺎﻥ ﻫﺎ ﺑﺮﻕ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ ﻭﺁﻧﺸﺐ ﭼﺮاﻍ ﻫﻢ ﻛﺎﺭ ﻧﺸﺪ.ﻣﺎﻩ ﺧﻴﻠﻲ ﺭﻭﺷﻦ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭﻫﻮاﻣﻌﺘﺪﻟﻲ ﮔﺮﻣﺘﺮﻙ, ﻭﻫﻤﻪ ﭼﻴﺰ ﻣﻨﺎﺳﺐ ﻭﺁﺭاﻡ. ﺩﺭ ﺩﺭﺩﺁﺧﺮﻭﻃﺎﻗﺖ ﻓﺮﺳﺎﻱﺯاﻳﻤﺎﻥ, ﻭﺻﺪاي ﻧﺎﺯﻙ ﮔﺮﻳﻪ اﻱﻧﻮﺯاﺩ...ﮔﻔﺘﻨﺪ ﺩﺧﺘﺮ اﺳﺖ!!! ﮔﻔﺘﻢ ﺷﻜﺮ ﺧﺪاﻳﺎ! ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡ ﮔﻔﺖ:اﻭﻻﺩ ﻫﺎﻳﻢ ﻣﻴﻤﺮﺩﻧﺪ,ﺷﺶ ﭘﺴﺮ ﻭﺩﺧﺘﺮﻡ ﺑﻪﺳﻦ وﺳﺎﻝ ﻣﺨﺘﻠﻒ ﻭﺷﻴﺮﻳﻦ اﺯ ﺩﻧﻴﺎ ﺭﻓﺘﻨﺪ ﻭﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﻋﺎﺭﻑ ﺟﺎﻥ(ﺑﺮاﺩﺭﻡ) ﻣﺎﻧﺪ. ﻭﺗﻮ ﺗﻨﻬﺎﺩﺧﺘﺮﻱ ﺑﻮﺩﻱ ﻛﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺗﻮﻟﺪﺕ ﺷﻜﺮ ﻛﺮﺩﻧﺪ, ﺷﺎﺩﻣﺎﻧﻲ ﻭﺁﺭاﻣﺶ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﻳﻲﺑﻪ ﻓﻀﺎ ﺁﻣﻴﺨﺖو ... ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﺜﻞ ﺭﻭﺯ ﻣﻴﺘﺎﺑﻴﺪ, ﺻﻮﺭﺕ ﮔﺮﺩ ﻭﻛﻮﭼﻚ ﺗﻮ ﺩﺭ ﺭﻭﺷﻨﻲ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻛﻮﭼﻜﺘﺮ اﺯ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻴﺪﺭﺧﺸﻴﺪ...و ﻧﺎﻣﺖﺭا(ﻣﺎﻩ), ﮔﺬاﺷﺘﻢ.ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡ ﮔﻔﺖ:ﻋﺮﻕ ﺩﺭﺩ ﺭااﺯﭘﻴﺸﺎﻧﻲ اﻡ ﭘﺎﻙ ﻛﺮﺩﻡ, ﻭﭘﻴﺶ اﺯ ﺩﻳﮕﺮاﻥ ﻧﺎﻣﺖ ﺭاﺧﻮﺩﻡ اﻧﺘﺨﺎﺏ ﻛﺮﺩﻡ. (ﻣﺎﻩ ﺳﻴﻤﺎ)... ﺯﻣﺎﻥ ﺩﺭ ﭘﺮﻭاﺯ, اﺑﺪﻱ اشﻣﻴﺮﻓﺖ ﻭﻣﻴﺮﻓﺖ ﻭﻣﻴﺮﻓﺖ...ﺗﺎﺭﻭﺯﻱ ﭘﺪﺭ(ﺑﺎﺑﻪ ﺟﺎﻧﻢ) ﺩﺳﺖ ﻛﻮﭼﻜﻢ ﺭاﮔﺮﻓﺖ ﻭﮔﻔﺖ: ﻣﻪ ﺩﺧﺘﺮﻣﻪ ﻣﺜﻞ ﺑﭽﻴﻢ ﺩﻣﻜﺘﺐ ﺷﺎﻣﻞ ﻣﻴﻜﻨﻢ ﺗﺎﺩﺭﺱ ﺑﺨﻮاﻧﻪ ﻭﺑﺎﺳﻮاﺩ ﺷﻮﻩ...اﻣﺎ ﺳﺮﻣﻌﻠﻢ ﻣﻜﺘﺐ( ﻣﺴﻌﻮﺩﺳﻌﺪ)ﮔﻔت: ﻫﻨﻮﺯﺧﻮﺭﺩاﺳﺖ, ﺩﻧﺪاﻧﺶ ﻧﻴﺎﻓﺘﺎﺩﻩ, اﻣﺴﺎﻝ ﺷﺎﻣﻞ ﻧﻤﻴﺸﻪ...ﻭﻧﺎاﻣﻴﺪﭘﺲ ﺑﻪﺧﺎنه ﺁﻣﺪﻳﻢ.ﻓﺮﺩاي ﺁﻥ, ﻣﻦ وﺑﺮاﺩﺭﻧﺦ (ﺗﺎﺭ) ﺧﻴﺎﻃﻲ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﺭا, ﺑﻪ ﺩﻧﺪاﻥ ﻛﻮﭼﻚ ﭘﺎﻳﺎﻧﻲ اﻡ ﻛﻪ ﻟﻖﻭﺳﺴﺖ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻛﺸﻴﺪﻳﻢ, ﺩﻧﺪاﻥ ﻛﻨﺪﻩﺷﺪ! ﻭﺭﻭﺯﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﻣﻌﻠﻢ ﻧﺠﻴﺒﻪ ﺟﺎﻥ ﻫﻤﺴﺎﻳﻪ اﻱ ﺧﻮﺏ ﻗﻨﺪﻫﺎﺭﻱ ﻣﺎ, ﻣﺮاﺑﺮﺩﻭﺑﻪ ﻣﻜﺘﺐ ﺷﺎﻣﻞ كرد.ﺩﺭاﻭﻟﻴﻦ ﻭﺭﻕ ﺷﻨﺎﺳﺎﻳﻲ ﻣﻦ ﻧﻮﺷﺘﻨﺪ.(ﺳﻴﻤﺎ ﺑﻨﺖ ﮔﻞ اﺣﻤﺪ). ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻙ ﺧﻮﺏ ﻭﺑﻲگپ ﻭﻣﻮﻣﻦ ﻣﻦ, تاﻣﻮﻫﺎﻳﺶ ﻣﺜﻞ ﺑﺮﻑ ﺳﻔﻴﺪ ﺷﺪ, اﺯﻳﺎﺩﻭﺑﻮﺩ ﻛﻮﺩﻛﺎﻧﻪ اﻡ, ﺗﺎاﺧﺬ ﺩﻳﭙﻠﻮﻣﺎﻱ ﺩاﻛﺘﺮﻱ اﻡ, ﻭﺣﺘﻲ ﺗﺎﺯﻣﺎﻧﻴﻜﻪ ﺣﺎﻓﻆﻪ اﺵﻛﻮﺗﺎﻫﻲﻛﺮﺩ, ﻳﻚ ﻛﻠﻤﻪﺗﻜﻴﻪﻛﻼﻣﺶ ﺑﻮﺩ, (ﺳﻴﻤﺎﺟﺎﻥ...). ﺩﺭﺳﺎﻟﻴﺎﻥ, ﮔﺮﺩﺵ ﻋﻘﺮﺑﻪ اﻱ ﺧﻮﺩ ﻛﺎﺭ ﺯﻣﺎﻥو ﻗﺎﻧﻮﻥﺭﺳﻮﻡ و ﺟﺒﺮ ﻃﺒﻴﻌﺖ (ﺩاﻛﺘﺮ ﺳﻴﻤﺎ ﻓﻘﻴﺮﻱ) ﺷﺪﻡ. ...ﺁﻥ ﻛﻮﺩك ﺷﺐ ﻣﻬﺘﺎﺑﻴﻲ, ﺩﻫﻜﺪﻩ اﻱ ﻏﺮﺑﺖ ﻣﻨﻢ( ﺩاﻛﺘﺮ ﺳﻴﻤﺎ ﻋﻠﻲ).ﺩﺭﺷﻬﺮﺯﻳﺒﺎﻭﭘﺮاﺯﺩﺣﺎﻡ ﺩﻧﻴﺎ( ﺗﻮﺭﻧﺘﻮ_ﻛﺎﻧﺎﺩا)ﺩﺭﮔﻮﺷﻪ اﻱ ﻏﺮﺑﺖ, ﺩﺭﺑﻴﻦ ﺁﺩﻡ ﻫﺎﻳﻲ ﻳﻜﺮﻧﮓ, ﺑﻴﺮﻧﮓ, ﻛﻤﺮﻧﮓ, ﺩﻭﺭﻧﮓ, ﭘﺮﺭﻧﮓ...اﻣﺎﺩﺭاﻳﻦ ﺟﻤﻊ ﺭﻧﮕﺎﺭﻧﮓ, ﺗﻨﻬﺎﻳﻲ ﺗﻨﻬﺎ! ﮔﻔﺘﻨﺪ: اﻣﺮﻭﺯﺳﺎﻟﮕﺮﺩ ﺳﺎﻟﻬﺎﻱ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﻲ ﻛﻢ ﺑﺎﺭ, ﻣﻦ اﺳﺖ.اﻣﺎ ﺑﺎ ﻫﻤﻪ ﻳﺎﺩ ﺁﻭﺭﻱ ﻫﺎ اﺯ ﻳﺎﺩ ﻫﺎ ﻓﺮاﻣﻮﺷﻢ, ﺣﺘﻲ اﺯ ﻳﺎﺩ ﺗﻮ...ﻳﺎﺩﺕ ﺑﺎﺷﻪ!!!

Published on 2013-07-23 04:48:24 GMT

ﺳﺮﺧﺎﻙ ﻣﺎﺩﺭ. ...ﻣﺎﺩﺭﺟﺎﻧﻢ : ﻋﻘﺮﺑﻪ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﺗﻴﺮﭘﻴﻤﺎﻱ ﺯﻣﺎﻥ,ﭼﻪ ﺯﻭﺩ ﮔذﺷﺖ. ﺑﺎﻭﺭﻡ ﻧﻤﻲ ﺷﻮﺩ ﭼﻬﺎﺭﺳﺎﻝ ﺷﺪ ﻛﻪ ﺑﺎ ﺩﻫﺮ ﻓﺎﻧﻲ ﻭﺩاﻉ ﻛﺮﺩﻱ,اﻣﺴﺎﻝ ﻫﻢ ﻣﺎﻧﻨﺪﻫﻤﻪ ﺳﺎﻝﻫﺎ, ﺑﻪ آﺭاﻣﮕﺎﻫﻲ ﺁﺭاﻣﺖ,ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﺭﻓﺘﻢ.اﺯﺧﺎﻙ ﺑﻲ ﺯﺑﺎﻧﺖ ﻫﻤﺰﺑﺎﻧﻲ ﺟﺴﺘﻢ,ﮔﻮﻳﻲ ﮔﻔﺘﻨﻲ ﻫﺎﻳﻢ ﺭا ﺷﻨﻴﺪﻱ, وﮔﻔﺘﻨﻲ ﻫﺎﻳﺖ ﺭا ﺷﻨﻴﺪﻡ.ﻣﺜﻞ ﻫﻤﻴﺸﻪ ﺑﺎﻣﺘﺎﻧﺖ, ﺑﻲ ﮔﻠﻪ, ﺑﻲ ﻧﺎﻟﺶو ﺷﻜﺎﻳﺖ...ﻓﻘﻄﻣﺤﺒﺖ,ﻣﺤﺒﺖ ﻭﻣﺤﺒﺖ.ﭼﻪ ﺧﻮﺏ,ﺩﺭﻭاﺯﻩاﻳﻦ ﺧﺎﻧﻪاﺕ ﻫﻤﻴﺸﻪ ﺑﺎﺯ اﺳﺖ. ﺁﺯاﺩ ﻣﻴﺎﻳﻢ ﻭآﺯاﺩ ﻣﻴﺮﻭﻡ.ﻣﺜﻞ ﻫﻤﻴﺸﻪ ﺁﺭاﻣﺸﻢ ﻣﻴﺪﻫﻲ, ﻣﺎﺩﺭ ﺟﺎﻥﺧﻮﺏ ﻣﻦ ﺭﻭﺡ اﺑﺪﻳﺖ ﺷﺎد ﺑﺎﺩ. 16 ﺟﻮﻻﻱ 2012 (ﺗﻮﺭﻧﺘﻮ,ﻛﺎﻧﺎﺩا) . 16 ﺟﻮﻻﻱ 2013 ﺗﻮﺭﻧﺘﻮ. . . ﺑﻨﺎﻡ ﺁﻧﻜﻪ اﺷﻚ ﺁﻓﺮﻳﺪ, ﺗﺎ ﺳﺮﺯﻣﻴﻦ ﻭﺩاﻉ ﺭا ﺁﺗﺶ ﻧﮕﻴﺮﺩ. ...ﻭﺑﺎﺯﻫﻢ ﮔﺬﺷﺖ ﺭﻋﺪﺁﺳﺎﻱ ﺯﻣﺎﻥ! اﻣﺮﻭﺯﻭﻫﻤﻴﻦ ﻟﺤﻆﻪ, ﭘﻨﺞ ﺳﺎﻝﺷﺪ ﻛﻪ ﻋﺰﻳﺰﺗﺮﻳﻦ ﻣﻮﺟﻮﺩ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﻲ(ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻣﻦ), ﺩﻫﺮﻓﺎﻧﻲ ﺭا ﻭﺩاﻉ ﻛﺮﺩ.ﻏﻤﮕﻴﻦ ﻭاﺷﻜﺒﺎﺭ ﺑﺎ ﺧﻮد, اﺯ اﻭ ﻭاﺯﺁﻧﭽﻪ ﮔﺬﺷﺖ ﺯﻣﺰﻣﻪ ﻣﻴﻜﻨﻢﻛﻪ: ﻣﺎﺩﺭ ﻧﺎﺧﻮاﻥ ﻣﻦ اﻫﻞ ﻋﺮﻓﺎﻥ ﻭﺷﻴﻔﺘﻪاﻱ ﻣﻌﻨﻮﻳﺖ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻣﻦ, ﺑﻪ ﺷﻌﻠﻪ اﻱ ﺷﻤﻌﻲ ﻣﻴﻤﺎﻧﺪ, ﻛﻪ ﺳﺮا ﭘﺎ ﻏﺰﻝ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭﻣﻌﺮﻓﺖ, ﺩﺭ ﺑﺤﺮﺳﻴﻨﻪ اﺵ ﻗﺼﻴﺪﻩ ﻭﻣﺜﻨﻮﻱ ﻭﺩﻭﺑﻴﺘﻲ ﻣﻮﺝ ﻣﻴﺰد, ﻣﺨﻤﺲ ﻭﻣﺴﺪﺱ ﺭا ﻣﻴﺸﻨﺎﺧﺖﻭﭘﺎﻭﺭﻗﻲ ﻫﺎﻱ ﻛﺘﺎﺏ ﭘﻨﺪﻭاﻧﺪﺭﺯﺣﻜﻴﻤﺎﻧﻪ اﻱﺯﻧﺪﮔﻲ ﺑﻮﺩ.ﻣﺎﺩﺭ ﻧﺎﺧﻮاﻥ ﻣﻦ ﺻﺪ ﻫﺎ ﺧﻮاﻧﺪﻧﻲ ﺭا اﺯﺑﺮ ﺩاﺷﺖ ﻭﺗﺎﺁﺧﺮﻳﻦ ﻟﺤﻆﻪ اﻱ ﺣﻴﺎﺕ ﻓﺎﻧﻲ اﺵ, ﺗﺎﺑﻘﺎﻱ ﻣﻌﻨﻮﻱ ﻭﺭﻭﺣﺎﻧﻲ ﻏﺰﻟﺴﺮا ﺑﻮﺩ.ﺑﻠﻨﺪﻭﺳﻠﻴﺲ ﺑﺎ ﻣﻮﻻﻳﺶ ﺭاﺯﻭﻧﻴﺎﺯ ﻣﻴﻜﺮﺩ.ﮔﻮﻳﻲ ﻣﺪﺗﻬﺎ ﭘﻴﺶ اﺯ ﺩﻧﻴﺎﺩﻝ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻪ و ﺑﻪﺣﻖ ﭘﻴﻮﺳﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺑﻨﺎﻛﺮﺩﻡ ﺑﻪ ﺁﺏ ﺩﻳﺪﻩ اﻳﻦ ﺗﻌﻤﻴﺮ ﺭا ﻣﺎﺩﺭ _ ﺑﻴﺎ ﻣﻌﻨﻴﻮﺑﻪﺑﻜﻦ اﻳﻦﺧﻮاﺏ ﺑﻲﺗﻌﺒﻴﺮﺭاﻣﺎﺩﺭ ﺻﻔﺎﻱﺧﺎﻃﺮاﺗﺖﺻﺪﻏﺰل ﺑﺰﻡﺳﻤﺎﻉﺩاﺭﺩ _ ﺳﻮاﺩ ﻣﻦ ﻧﺪاﺭﺩ ﺗﺎﺏ اﻳﻦ ﺗﻘﺮﻳﺮ ﺭاﻣﺎﺩﺭ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﺟﺎﻧﻢ!ﺳﺎﻟﻬﺎﻱ ﺳﺎﻝ ﻣﻴﮕﺬﺭﺩ ﻭﻟﻲ ﻫﻤﻴﺸﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺭﻭﺯﻫﺎﻱ ﻋﻴﺪﭘﻴﺮاﻫﻦ ﺳﺮﺧﺮﻧﮓ ﭼﻴﺖ ﮔﻠﺪاﺭﺭاﻛﻪ ﺑﺮاﻳﻢ ﺩﻭﺧﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻱ ﺑﻴﺎﺩ ﻣﻴﺎﻭﺭﻡ, ﺯﻳﺮا ﺗﻨﻬﺎﭘﻴﺮاﻫﻨﻲ ﺑﻮﺩﻛﻪ ﺣﺘﻲ ﺩﺭ ﺭﻭﺯ اﻭﻝ ﻣﻜﺘﺐ, اﻧﺮا ﺷﺴﺘﻪ ﻭﺑﻪ ﺗﻨﻢ ﻛﺮﺩﻱ, اﺯﻛﻤﺮﺗﺎﺁﺧﺮ ﺩاﻣﻨﻢ ﺩﺳﺖ ﻛﺸﻴﺪﻱ ﺗﺎ ﭼﻤﻠﻜﻲ ﻫﺎﻱ اﻭﺗﻮ, ﻧﺎﺷﺪﻩاﻱ ﺁﻥ ﻟﺸﻢ ﺷﻮﺩ...اﻣﺎﻭﻗﺘﻲ ﺩاﺧﻞ ﻣﻜﺘﺐ ﺷﺪﻡ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺩﺧﺘﺮ ﻫﺎ ﻟﺒﺎﺱ ﺳﻴﺎﻩ ﻣﻜﺘﺒﻲ ﭘﻮﺷﻴﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ, ﭼﻨﺪ ﻧﻔﺮ ﺧﻨﺪﻳﺪﻭﻳﻜﻲ ﺩﻭﺗﺎ ﺗﺒﺼﺮﻩ ﻛﺮﺩﻧﺪﻛﻪ! ( اﻭ ﺭﻩ ﺑﺒﻴﻦ ﺑﺎ ﻛﺎﻻﻱ ﺭﻧﮕﻪ ﻣﻜﺘﺐ ﺁﻣﺪﻩ! ...).ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡ ﻣﻜﺘﺐ ﻧﺮﻓﺘﻪﺑﻮﺩﻭﺑﻪﮔﻔﺘﻪ اﻱ ﺧﻮﺩﺵ ﺑﻴﺴﻮاﺩﺑﻮﺩ, ﻭﺭﺳﻢ وﺭﻭاﺝﺷﻬﺮﻱ ﻭﻣﻜﺘﻲ ﻫﺎ ﺭا ﻧﻤﻴﺪاﻧﺴﺖ! اﻣﺎ ﻣﻦ...ﺁﻥ ﺳﺎﻝ ﻭﺗﻤﺎﻡ ﺳﺎﻟﻬﺎﻱ ﺩﺭﺳﻲ ﺭا اﻭﻝﻧﻤﺮﻩاﻱ ﺻﻨﻒ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ... ﺁﻩ! ﭼﻪ ﺧﻮﺏ ﻳﺎﺩﻡ ﻣﻴﺎﻳﺪاﺯ ﺭﻭﺯﻫﺎﻱ ﻛﻪ ﺩﺭ ﻣﻘﺎﺑﻞ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡ ﭼﺎﺭﺯاﻧﻮ ﻣﻲ ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻢ ﻭﻗﻠﻢ ﭘﻨﺴﻠﻢ ﺭا ﺑﻴﻦ ﺳﻪ اﻧﮕﺸﺖ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﻳﺶ ﺟﺎﺑﺠﺎ ﻣﻴﻜﺮﺩﻡ ﻣﻴﮕﻔﺘﻢ: آﭘﻪﺟﺎﻥ, ﻧﻮﺷﺘﻪ ﻛﻦ ا _ ب _ پ ...ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻛﻢ ﺑﺎ ﻧﻮﻙ ﺯﺑﺎﻧﺶ ﻗﻠﻢ ﭘﻨﺴﻞ ﺭا ﺗﺮ ﻣﻴﻜﺮﺩﻭﻣﺎﻧﻨﺪ ﺷﺎﮔﺮﺩ ﺧﻮﺏﻭﺣﺮﻑ ﺷﻨﻮ,دﻭﺳﻪ ﺑﺎﺭ ﻧﻮﺷﺘﻪ ﻫﺎﻳﻢ ﺭاﺗﻜﺮاﺭ ﻣﻴﻜﺮﺩ, اﻣﺎ ﺑﺰﺭﮒ ﻭﺑﺪﺭﻳﺨﺖ!!! ﺧﺴﺘﻪ ﻣﻴﺸﺪ ﻭﻣﻴﮕﻔﺖ: ﺑﭽﻴﻢ ﺣﺎﻟﻲ ﻧﻤﻴﺸﻪﭘﻴﺮ ﺷﺪﻳﻢ, ﻭﻗﺘﻲ ﺧﻮﺭﺩ ﺑﻮﺩﻳﻢ ﺑﺮاﺩﺭ ﻫﺎﻳﻢ ﺭا ﻣﻼ ﺩﺭﺱ ﻣﻴﺪاﺩ, ﻣﻨﻬﻢ ﭘﻨﺴﻮﺭﻩ ﺭﻩ ﺗﺎﺁﺧﺮ اﻟﺤﻤﺪاﻟﻠﻪ ﻳﺎﺩ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ.اﻣﺎ ﻫﻤﺴﺎﻳﻪ ﻫﺎ ﻛﻪ ﺩﻳﺪﻧﺪﺧﻨﺪﻩ ﻭﻣﺴﺨﺮﻩ ﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﮔﻔﺘﻨﺪ: ﻛﺘﺎﺑﻪ ﺑﺎﻥ! ﺩﺧﺘﺮﻩ ﻛﺲ ﻧﺪﻳﺪﻩ ﻛﻪ ﺩﺭﺱ ﺑﺨﻮاﻧﻪ...اﻣﺎ ﭘﺪﺭﻡ ﺩﻓﺎﻉ ﻣﻴﻜﺮﺩﻭﻣﻴﮕﻔﺖ: ﺑﺎﻧﻴﻦ ﺩﺧﺘﺮ ﻫﺎ ﻫﻢ ﺩﺭﺱﺑﺨﻮاﻧﻨﺪ, ﺧﻮاﻧﺪﻥ ﺩﺧﺘﺮ ﺑﭽﮕﻲ ﻧﺪاﺭﻩ! ﻭﻟﻲ ﻣﻦ ﺷﺮﻣﻴﺪﻡ ﻭﺩﻳﮕﺮﻛﺘﺎﺏ ﺭا ﺩﺭ ﺩﺳﺖ ﻧﮕﺮﻓﺘﻢ ... مﺎﺩﺭمﺣﺴﺮﺕ ﺑﺎﺭﻭﺁﻫﺴﺘﻪ ﭘﻨﺴﻠﻢ ﺭاﺭﻭﻱ ﻛﺘﺎﺑﭽﻪ اﻱ ﺑﻴﺴﺖ ﻭﺭﻗﻪ اﻡ ﻣﻴﮕﺬاﺷﺖ ﻭﻣﻴﺮﻓﺖ...ﻗﺪﻭاﻧﺪاﻡ ﻣﺘﻨﺎﺳﺐوﺑﺎﺭﻳﻚ ﻣﺎﺩﺭم ﺑﻪ ﻓﺮﺷﺘﻪ اﻱ ﻣﻴﻤﺎﻧﺪﻛﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺁﺭاﻣﺶ ﻭ ﻗﺪﺳﻴﺖ رﻧﮕﻴﻦ, ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﻫﺎﻱ ﺣﺴﺮﺕﺑﺎﺭ, ﻛﻮﺩﻛﺎﻧﻪ اﻡ ﺭااﺯﻻﺑﻼيﺩﺭ, ﺑﺎﺧﻮﺩ, ﻣﻴﺒﺮﺩ. ﻭﺁﺭﺯﻭﻱ ﺁﻧﻜﻪ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡ ﺧﻮاﻧﻨﺪﻩ ﻭﺑﺎﺳﻮاﺩ ﺷﻮﺩ, ﺭا, ﺩﺭﺫﻫﻨﻢ ﺑﻪ ﭘﺮﺗﺎﺏﺳﻨﮕﻲ ﺩﺭ ﺩﻝ ﻣﻮﺝ ﻣﺒﺪﻝ ﻣﻴﺴﺎﺧﺖ. و...اﻣﺎﮔﻮﻳﻲ ﺯﻣﺎﻧﻪﺩﺳﺖاﺯﺳﺮ ﻧﺎﺳﺎﺯﮔﺎريﺑﺮﻧﻤﻲ داﺷﺖ, ﺩﺭﻳﻚﺻﺒﺢﺑﻬﺎﺭيﺷﮕﻮﻓﻪ ﺑﺎﺭاﻥ, ﭘﺪﺭ(ﺑﺎ ﺑﻪﺟﺎﻧﻢ)ﺩﻫﺮﻓﺎﻧﻲ ﺭا ﭘﺪﺭﻭﺩ ﮔﻔﺖ.ﻭﺑﺎﺯﻫﻢﺳﺎﻟﻬﺎﺑﻪ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﻲ ﻭﻏﺮﺑﺖاﻓﺰﻭﺩه ﻣﻴﺸﺪ. ﻣﻨﻬﻢﭼﻮﻥﻣﻮﺟﻲ, ﺩﺭ ﺩﻝ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﻲاﺯﻧﻘﻂﻪاﻱ ﭘرﺗﺎﺏ ﺳﻨﮓ ﻣﺸﻘﺖ ﻭﻧﺎﺭﺳﺎﻳﻲ ﻫﺎ, ﺑﺰﺭﮔﺘﺮﻭﺑﺰﺭﮔﺘﺮ ﺷﺪﻡ, ﺗﺎﺷﻬﺎﺩﺗﻨﺎﻣﻪ ﻭﺩﻳﭙﻠﻮﻣﺎﻱ ﺁﺭﺯﻭﻫﺎﻳﻢ ﺭااﺯ ﻃﺐ ﻋﻤﻮﻣﻲ ﻛﺎﺑﻞ ﺑﺪﺳﺖ ﺁﻭﺭﺩﻡ, و...ﺑﻪ ﺩاﻣﻦ ﮔﻠﺪاﺭ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﺟﺎﻧﻢ ﮔﺬاﺷﺘﻢ! وﺧﺪاﻳﺎ! ﺧﺮﻣﻦﮔﻴﺴﻮاﻥ ﭼﻮﻥ ﺑﺮﻑ ﺳﻔﻴﺪﺵ ﺭا ﺑﺎ اﺷﻚ اﻣﻴﺪ ﻫﺎ ﻭاﻓﺘﺨﺎﺭ ﺑﻮﺳﻴﺪﻡ...و ﻣﺎ...ﺑﻪ ﺁﺭﺯﻭ ﻫﺎﻱ ﻣﺎﻥ ﺭﺳﻴﺪﻳﻢ! و...ﭼﻪ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﺷﺪ.ﺳﻔﺮﻩ اﻱ ﺣﻘﻴﺮﻓﻘﺮ, ﺑﻪ ﻃﻌﺎﻡ ﻧﻤﻜﻴﻦ ﺗﺤﺼﻴﻞ ﻭاﺩﺏ ﻟﺬﻳﺬﺷﺪ...ﻭﺁﭘﻪ ﺟﺎﻧﻢ, ﺑﺎﻟﺬﺕ, ﻣﺰﻩ اﻱ, ﻣﻐﺰﻧﺎﻥ ﮔﻨﺪﻡ, ﻛﻠﻤﻪاﻱ( ﺩاﻛﺘﺮ) ﺭا, ﭘﻴﺸﻮﻧﺪ, ﻧﺎﻡ ﻣﻦ ﻣﻴﺴﺎﺧﺖ! ﻭﺩﺭﭼﺸﻤﺎﻥ ﺣﺴﺮﺗﺒﺎﺭ, ﺯﻳﺒﺎﻭﻣﻬﺮﺑﺎﻧﺶ (ﻏﺮﻭر, ﻳﻚ ﻓﺮﺯﻧﺪ اﻓﺘﺨﺎﺭ), ﺑﺮﻕ ﻣﻴﺰﺩ. ﻣﺎﺩﺭ! ﻓﺪاي ﺗﻮ ﻭﻧﺎﻡ ﻣﻘﺪﺱﺗﻮ, اﻱ ﻛﻤﺎﻝ ﻋﺸﻖ ﻭﻣﺤﺒﺖ ﻻﻳﺰاﻟﻲ...ﺭﻭﺡ ﻭﺭﻭاﻥ ﭘﺎﻛﺖ ﺗﺎ اﺑﺪﻳﺖ ﻣﻠﻜﻮﺕ ﻣﺎﺩﺭ ﺁﻓﺮﻳﻦ ﺷﺎﺩ ﺑﺎﺩ. 16 ﺟﻮﻻﻱ 2013 (ﺗﻮﺭﻧﺘﻮ,ﻛﺎﻧﺎﺩا) .

Published on 2013-07-23 04:47:44 GMT

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