روز روان شناس مبارک

روز روان شناس...
به احترام کسانی که با رویی گشاده و آغوشی باز به درد و رنج غریبه ها گوش کردند و برای هر مشکلی راه حلی یافتند.

روز روان شناس...
به احترام کسانی که با رویی گشاده و آغوشی باز به درد و رنج غریبه ها گوش کردند و برای هر مشکلی راه حلی یافتند.

گروه وبلاگ نویسی محفل ققنوس (Order of Phoenix)، میلاد با سعادت منجی عالم، حضرت مهدی موعود (ع) را به تمامی شیعیان جهان تبریک میگوید.

گاها از جلوی آینه که رد میشیم، انعکاس کمرنگ چیزی توجهمون رو بیشتر از بقیه روزها جلب میکنه. انگار تا همین روزهای قبل هم اثری ازش روی پیشونی هامون نبوده اما... اما کم کم متوجه حضورش میشیم. یه خط نصفه و نیمه که یواشکی داره جای خودش و پیدا میکنه... حتی از دور خیلی هم مشخص نیست اما وقتی بهش دقت میکنی، ردپاش و میتونی توی صورتت ببینی، یا شایدم بتونی حرفاش و بشنوی... خط پیشونی و حرف زدن؟! اگه هنوز صداش و نشنیدی به این خاطره که بهش گوش نکردی... خط پیشونی یعنی دیگه اون نوجوان سابق نیستی... سن و سالی به هم زدی و احتمالا اواسط دوران جوانیت به سر میبری... مسئولیت های بزرگتری توی زندگی به عهده داری و مورد احترام اطرافیانت هم هستی... اهداف بلندتری توی سر داری و برای یه زندگی بهتر در حال جنگی... خلاصه که بهترین روزهای عمرت و سپری میکنی... اما یادت باشه که قدر تک تک لحظه های این دوران شیرین و بدونی... نحوی زندگی کنی که در سالهای پیش رو، وقتی چین و چروک روی صورتت جای خالی باقی نزاشت، حسرت دوران جوانی رو نخوری...
هفدهم فروردین 1398 ه.ش ، برابر با یازدهم شعبان 1441 ه.ق و مصادف با ولادت با سعادت حضرت علی اکبر (ع) و روز جوان بر تمامی جوانان عزیز گرامی باد.

شعر: علی بحرانی
طراحی پوستر: اردلان لادن، علی تاج پرست

سلام دوستان...
چند روزی رو به لطف جناب کرونا خونه نشین شدیم... اما ما اعضای انجمن علمی زبان انگلیسی (محفل ققنوس) در کنارتون هستیم تا اگر سوالی درباره نحوه استفاده از سایت آموزش مجازی دانشگاه داشتین، با کمال میل پاسخ بدیم... کافیه از طریق واتساپ به ما پیام بدید...
پی نوشت:
لطفا پیام ها محدود به سامانه آموزش مجازی باشد.

Born on 25th of Esfand, 1285.
Passed away on 15th of Farvtardin 1320 due to typhoid fever.
About hundred and some years ago, a little star started twinkling in the well-lit sky of Persian poetry. Rakshandeh Etesami, better known as Parvin Etesami was born on 25th of Esfand, 1285. Unfortunately, she passed away at the age of 35 due to typhoid fever. She is considered to be one of the greatest poets of all time in Iranian literature.
This is one of her poems in Farsi…
ای خوشا مستانه سر در پای دلبر داشتن
دل تهی از خوب و زشت چرخ اخضر داشتن
نزد شاهین محبت بی پر و بال آمدن
پیش باز عشق آئین کبوتر داشتن
سوختن بگداختن چون شمع و بزم افروختن
تن بیاد روی جانان اندر آذر داشتن
اشک را چون لعل پروردن بخوناب جگر
دیده را سوداگر یاقوت احمر داشتن
هر کجا نور است چون پروانه خود را باختن
هر کجا نار است خود را چون سمندر داشتن
آب حیوان یافتن بیرنج در ظلمات دل
زان همی نوشیدن و یاد سکندر داشتن
از برای سود، در دریای بی پایان علم
عقل را مانند غواصان، شناور داشتن
گوشوار حکمت اندر گوش جان آویختن
چشم دل را با چراغ جان منور داشتن
در گلستان هنر چون نخل بودن بارور
عار از ناچیزی سرو و صنوبر داشتن
از مس دل ساختن با دست دانش زر ناب
علم و جان را کیمیا و کیمیاگر داشتن
همچو مور اندر ره همت همی پا کوفتن
چون مگس همواره دست شوق بر سر داشتن


فرقی نمیکنه روی کدوم نقطهی این کرهی خاکی ایستاده باشی، همین که سری بگردونی و چشمی وا کنی، ساخته هاشون توجهت رو به خودش جلب میکنه. همونایی که سر و کله زدن با جبر و حساب و هندسه رفیق شب بیداری ها و کابوس پلک به هم گذاشتن هاشون شده، اما عشق تبدیل یه رویای کاغذی به یه محصول کاربردی اجازه نمیده که این غول بی شاخ و دم کمرشون رو خم کنه... روزتون مبارک...
پنجم اسفند، روز بزرگرداشت خواجه نصیر طوسی، و روز بزرگداشت مقام مهندس گرامی باد...

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گروه وبلاگ نویسی محفل ققنوس (Order of Phoenix) چهل و یکمین بهار پیرزوی انقلاب اسلامی را تبریک میگوید.

Guess that it was bound to happen
Was just a matter of time
But now I've come to my decision
And it's a-one of the painful kind
'Cause now it seems that you wanted a martyr
Just a regular guy wouldn't do
But baby I can't hang upon no lover's cross for you
Yeah, I really got to hand it to you
'Cause girl you really tried
But for ev'ry time that we spent laughin'
There were two times that I cried
And you were tryin' to make me your martyr
And that's the one thing I just couldn't do
'Cause baby, I can't hang upon no lover's cross for you
'Cause tables are meant for turnin'
And people are bound to change
And bridges are meant for burnin'
When the people and mem'ries they join aren't the same
Still I'll hope that you can find
Another who can take what I could not
He'll have to be a super guy
Or maybe a super god
'Cause I never was much of a martyr before
And I ain't 'bout to start nothin' new
And baby, I can't hang upon no lover's cross for you
'Cause tables are meant for turnin'
And people are bound to change
And bridges are meant for burnin'
When the people and mem'ries they join aren't the same
But I'll hope that you can find
Another who can take what I could not
He'll have to be a super guy
Or maybe a super god
'Cause I never was much of a martyr before
And I ain't 'bout to start nothin' new
And baby, I can't hang upon no lover's cross for you

Sтop acтιng ѕo ѕмall.
Yoυ are тнe υnιverѕe ιn ecѕтaтιc мoтιon.
Rumi

Our emotions are tied to our thoughts, and our thoughts can be controlled.
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All ears👂: prepared to listen carefully, listening eagerly and intently
Head in the clouds: impractical, absentminded, not grounded dreamer
From the ground up➡: from the beginning, start to finish, foundation to completion, basic level to advanced

Rat Race🐀🐀💰
A way of life in modern society,
in which people compete with
each other for power and money.

I Still...
Backstreet Boys
Who are you now?
Are you still the same or did you change somehow?
What do you do
At this very moment when I think of you?
And when I'm looking back
How we were young and stupid,
Do you remember that?
No matter how I fight it,
Can't deny it.
Just can't let you go.
I still need you
I still care about you
Though everything's been said and done
I still feel you
Like I'm right beside you
But still no word from you
:Now look at me
Instead of moving on, I refuse to see
That I keep coming back
Yeah, I'm stuck in a moment
That wasn't meant to last, to last
I've tried to fight it
Can't deny it
You don't even know
That I still need you
I still care about you
Though everything's been said and done
I still feel you
Like I'm right beside you
But still no word from you
No, no
I wish I could find you
Just like you found me
Then I would never let you go
Without you
Though everything's been said and done. Yeah
(I still feel you) I still feel you
(Like I'm right beside you) like I'm right beside you
But still no (still no word) word from you

Borderline
Chris de Burgh
I'm standing in the station
I am waiting for a train
To take me to the border
And my loved one far away
I watched a bunch of soldiers heading for the war
I could hardly even bear to see them go
Rolling through the countryside
Tears are in my eyes
We're coming to the borderline
I'm ready with my lies
And in the early morning rain, I see her there
And I know I'll have to say goodbye again
And it's breaking my heart, I know what I must do
I hear my country call me, but I want to be with you
I'm taking my side, one of us will lose
Don't let go, I want to know
That you will wait for me until the day
There's no borderline, no borderline
Walking past the border guards
Reaching for her hand
Showing no emotion
I want to break into a run
But these…

گروه وبلاگ نویسی ققنوس (Order of Phoenix) رحلت پیامبر اکرم(ص)، پیامبر مهربانی و رحمت و شهادت امام حسن مجتبی(ع) ، کریم اهل بیت را به عموم مسلمین جهان تسلیت عرض می نماید.

Migraine
Twenty One Pilots
Am I the only one I know
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?
Shadows will scream that I'm alone
I-I-I I've got a migraine
And my pain will range from up, down, and sideways
Thank God it's Friday
'Cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays
'Cause Sundays are my suicide days
I don't know why they always seem so dismal
Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle
Whether it's the weather or the letters by my bed
Sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head
Let it be said what the headache represents
It's me defending in suspense
It's me suspended in a defenseless test
Being tested by a ruthless examinant
That's represented best by my depressing thoughts
I do not have writer's block
My writer just hates the clock
It will not let me sleep, I'll get some sleep when I'm dead
And sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head
Am I the only one I know
?Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat
Shadows will scream that I'm alone
But I know we've made it this far, kid
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I am not as fine as I seem, pardon
Me for yelling, I'm telling you green gardens
Are not what's growing in my psyche, it's a different me
A difficult to be, stop feasting lumber-down trees
Freeze frame please, let me paint a mental picture portrait
Something you won't forget, it's all about my forehead
And now it is a door that holds back contents
That make Pandora's Box's contents look non-violent
Behind my eyelids are islands of violence
My mind ship-wrecked
This is the only land my mind could find
I did not know it was such a violent island
Full of tidal waves, suicidal crazed lions
They're trying to eat me, blood running down their chin
And I know that I can fight or I can let the lion win
I begin to assemble what weapons I can find
'Cause sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind
Am I the only one I know
?Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat
Shadows will scream that I'm alone
But I know we've made it this far, kid
And I will say that we should take a day to break away
From all the pain our brain has made
The game is not played alone
And I will say that we should take a moment and hold it
And keep it frozen and know that
Life has a hopeful undertone
And I will say that we should take a day to break away
From all the pain our brain has made
The game is not played alone
And I will say that we should take a moment and hold it
And keep it frozen and know that
Life has a hopeful undertone
Am I the only one I know
?Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat
Shadows will scream that I'm alone
But I know we've made it this far, kid
We've made it this far
We've made it this f...

Westlife
The Rose
Some say love it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love it is a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
And you it's only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed
That with the sun's love
In the spring
Becomes the rose
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Time in a Bottle
Jim Croce
[Intro]
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day till eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
[Verse 1]
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you
[Chorus]
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do, once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go through time with
[Verse 2]
If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty, except for the memory of how
They were answered by you
[Chorus]
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do, once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go through time with

بیوگرافی: ویدا اسلامیه
زاده سال ۱۳۴۶ و فارغالتحصیل رشته مترجمی زبان انگلیسی. با ترجمه مجموعه هری پاتر بود که بدل به یک مترجم شناخته شده شد. البته نخستین ترجمههای اسلامیه مربوط به آثار جی.کی رولینگ نبود و او کار ترجمه را با ترجمه آثار آگاتا کریستی آغاز کرد و البته مدتی نیز به کار ویراستاری پرداخت.
اسلامیه میگوید: من واقعا عاشق کارم هستم یعنی با عشق کار ترجمه را انجام میدهم و ترجمه چیزی نیست که به عنوان شغل مجبور به پذیرفتنش باشم و یا اینکه چون با ناشر قرارداد دارم میبایست آن را انجام دهم.
اسلامیه از نظر سبک و کیفیت ترجمه معتقد است: ترجمه میبایست تا حد ممکن روان و بدون دست انداز باشد و مفاهیم را به درستی منتقل کند. موج پنجم، خلا موقت، رد پای شیطان، فروپاشی و جنایات گریندل والد از جمله ترجمههای ویدا اسلامیه است.