Tehran, is the city I love and can not stand for even a few days in.. It's my home town, I played my first childhood games on it's alleys, I saw the first snow falling from its sky. For me, the basic scene of rain is the opposite house's roof of our neihbour getting wet drop by drop, and the first memory of automn is large orange sycamores' leaves falling and covering asphalted streets of Tehran.
It is the begining of everything for me, and also a town I can't take the vigorous sunlight of its summers, the polution of the air, and being a woman -though it's forbidden to look sexy due to having hejab- all the time being disterebed in its streets in many ways. Anyhow, check this out:

Lagos, Nigeria's economic hub and Centre of Excellence has been voted the fifth worst city to live in by the Economist Intelligence Unit (EIU) just as Vancouver, Canada ranked first on the list of top 10 best cities to live in.
Other cities in the bottom 10, from the least are Port Moresby (Papua New Guinea), Dhaka (Indonesia), Karachi (Pakistan), Phnom Penh (Cambodia), Abidjan (Ivory Coast), Harare (Zimbabwe), Douala (Cameroon) and Tehran (Iran).

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After more than one month lacking of coocking gas, today I was feeling so desperate and sad, not just becuase that but also it was like the gas agencies really did not give a shit and was so cold blooded telling they could not do anything for me.
For coocking you have to buy gas cylenders in here. It was like that in iran but when I was 10 or 9 changed to gas pipe system which was extremely comfortable in comparison to cylender system.
To day I was like god I can't take it any more, trying to remember some people lost their home in india and pakestan, and in new orleans. They may stay thirsty and hungry for hours and days. Some women always you can find between them, raped, insulted and injured physically and spritually... non of these happened to me, I just could'nt cook for myself for a month, so what's the point of being desperate and hopeles this much?
Anyway to change my thoughts I went to a cyber center and strated to read blogs, and of course the news which thank god always have something to make you even glummer.. earthquake news, iran's possible war in a not so far future.. women's news (catch this one: Saffar Harandi forbided the presence of women in Ershad's offices after 6 pm, as their "extremely important role in family" mustn't be effected by their jobs! (looool they are so damn ridiculous!) anyhow, obviously these all did not change my bad mood, so I decided to go in a chat room.
I chose "holly day room" since here in india they are celebrating diwaly feast. There was crowdy as I expected, and then, a young man sent a pm. I said to my self lets have a little fun, so when he introduced himself as a 25-man, I told him I am a 40 year old man, and asked him if he is gay or not, which freaked him out telling me why I am chatting with him haha that was so much fun imagining his face while typeing these!.. though Im not so proud of what I did.. you know, I usually do not lie, just becuase "it's just an id".
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This is a painting I drew during the spring holy days. As a renaissance art lover, I treied to create a classic composition, with triangularity and humanitarianism.. It took a long time though to paint it, which I beleive if a painting took lots of time and energy it means something is rong with it.
People usually like glossy, nature-like shapes, if shiny would be better. But a real good work must give you pleasure while working and this one, did not.
In past, I had so much fun, it was so exciting when ideas came up all by themselves, unlike the deliberated one I mentioned earlier.