Peace in the Middle East

Gracefully she approached, in a dress of bright blue silk; With an olive branch in her hand, and many tales of sorrows in her eyes. Running to her, I greeted her, and took her hand in mine: Pulses could still be felt in her veins; warm was still her body with life. “But you are dead, mother”, I said; “Oh, many years ago you died!” Neither of embalmment she smelled, Nor in a shroud was she wrapped. I gave a glance at the olive branch; she held it out to me, And said with a smile, “It is the sign of peace; take it.” I took it from her and said, “Yes, it is the sign of . . .”, when My voice and peace were broken by the violent arrival of a horseman. He carried a dagger under his tunic with which he shaped the olive branch Into a rod and looking at it he said to himself: “Not too bad a cane for punishing the sinners!” A real image of a hellish pain! Then, to hide the rod, He opened his saddlebag. in there, O my! I saw a dead dove, with a string tied round its broken neck. My mother walked away with frustration and sorrow; my eyes followed her; Like the mourners she wore a dress of black silk. - By Simin Behbahani, a contemporary Persian poet and one of the most prominent figures in modern Persian literature

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9 May 2015

I love the idea of being able to play a game while keeping the message in my face ...its a really great game too. The best match 3 game since bejeweled 😃


25 July 2014

Very good