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PostPosted: Mon Feb 13, 2006 11:01 pm    Post subject: America: The Last Frontier Reply with quote


America: The Last Frontier

By: Amil Imani

The vast land of America was once inhabited by a relatively small number of indigenous people. These “Indians” had lived throughout the land for thousands of years, and they will always remain the true fathers of America. American Indians helped the Pilgrims survive the winter. Later, more European immigrants came, and American settlement finally outgrew the Indian fathers.

Then, on July 4, 1776, America declared its independence from England, the old white grandfather across the sea. The miracle of America happened, and its dynamic birth rapidly changed the entire world.

America developed into thirteen colonies, then into the strong 50 states that she is today. In a very short time, America grew from a log cabin to the largest and most technologically powerful economy in the world. The United States is a nonpareil icon, and the envy of the world.

In many ways, America resembles the great, ancient Persian Empire. Like the Persians, who rarely regret the past, Americans always believe "the best days are ahead." Like the ancient Persian Empire once was, the United States is now the greatest country in the world.

Like the Persians who were the first world managers and the most tolerant empire-builders, America, with its rich constitution, is also the most tolerant and benevolent nation in the world. Ancient Persian kings released the Jews from Babylonian captivity, financed the reestablishment of their nation, and restored their national religion. (Zionists, they were!) America has basically done the same. America is a reincarnation of Persia, an extension of the Achaemanid Empire. No wonder the Persians (Iranian-Americans) hold the United States very close to their heart and have blossomed here in their new home.

Unfortunately, tragedy reigns in the land of the old Persians. The remnants of great Persian Empire were swallowed up by the Muslim hordes of Arabia. Tyrannical Islam eviscerated the spiritual life of tolerant old Persia. It has taken decades for the Persians (modern Iranians) to recover their spirit. Zoroastrianism, the original Iranian religion, was not an effective barrier against the radical, murderous religion from the Arabian Desert, and Zoroastrianism has not rebounded with the new Persian nationalism today. The Persian renaissance lies in the spirit of the Iranians themselves. This spirit alone can overcome Islam.

Islam is a stultifying, iron cowl. Today, after 1400 years, Islam is again the greatest threat to existence of the free world and the civilization of Christianity. True Muslims are a liability to all countries who host them. Persians underestimated the power of Islam, something America must not do the second time.

It was apparent on September 11, 2001 that Americans had already underestimated the power of Islamic madness. There must be no weakness in American resolve now.

That day also proved as never before that ordinary people can do extraordinary things. Ordinary people became heroes in care and compassion. Heroes appear when circumstances call upon them. Heroes make sacrifices to achieve positive change.

We the people should join hands with heroes today and express our love for America. America is far more than a country. It is a place of greatness, where the souls of Indians still dwell side by side with modern heroes. Indians see that America is in grave danger, and all heroes, past and present, need to unite to preserve America.

America is the last haven of hope where humanity can flourish. The world owes a great deal to America for inspiration and practical accomplishment. A true American is generous. Americans have helped every other nation in the world. America’s enemies decry her greatness, yet they want to be in America, and to be American.

A Pakistani newspaper allegedly offered of a reward to anyone who killed an American, any American. So, an Australian dentist wrote the following: "Let everyone know what an American is so he’ll know when he’s found one. An American is English, or French, or Italian, Irish, German, Spanish, Polish, Russian or Greek or Persian.

An American is forever a Comanche, a Cherokee, Osage, Blackfoot, Navaho, Apache, Seminole or any of the people known as Native Americans. An American might also be a Christian, Jewish, Buddhist, or even a Muslim—who has learned to put his religion in its proper place.

So try to kill an American. Hitler tried. So did General Tojo, Stalin, and Mao Tse-Tung. Americans are not a particular people from a particular place. They are the embodiment of the human spirit of freedom. Everyone who holds to that spirit, anywhere, is an American.” Americans have defined freedom.

This article appeared first time on Badeagle.com. I thank Dr. David Yeagley for publishing this article.


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Amil wrote:
America: The Last Frontier

By: Amil Imani

The vast land of America was once inhabited by a relatively small number of indigenous people. These “Indians” had lived throughout the land for thousands of years, and they will always remain the true fathers of America. American Indians helped the Pilgrims survive the winter. Later, more European immigrants came, and American settlement finally outgrew the Indian fathers.

Then, on July 4, 1776, America declared its independence from England, the old white grandfather across the sea. The miracle of America happened, and its dynamic birth rapidly changed the entire world.

America developed into thirteen colonies, then into the strong 50 states that she is today. In a very short time, America grew from a log cabin to the largest and most technologically powerful economy in the world. The United States is a nonpareil icon, and the envy of the world.

In many ways, America resembles the great, ancient Persian Empire. Like the Persians, who rarely regret the past, Americans always believe "the best days are ahead." Like the ancient Persian Empire once was, the United States is now the greatest country in the world.

Like the Persians who were the first world managers and the most tolerant empire-builders, America, with its rich constitution, is also the most tolerant and benevolent nation in the world. Ancient Persian kings released the Jews from Babylonian captivity, financed the reestablishment of their nation, and restored their national religion. (Zionists, they were!) America has basically done the same. America is a reincarnation of Persia, an extension of the Achaemanid Empire. No wonder the Persians (Iranian-Americans) hold the United States very close to their heart and have blossomed here in their new home.

Unfortunately, tragedy reigns in the land of the old Persians. The remnants of great Persian Empire were swallowed up by the Muslim hordes of Arabia. Tyrannical Islam eviscerated the spiritual life of tolerant old Persia. It has taken decades for the Persians (modern Iranians) to recover their spirit. Zoroastrianism, the original Iranian religion, was not an effective barrier against the radical, murderous religion from the Arabian Desert, and Zoroastrianism has not rebounded with the new Persian nationalism today. The Persian renaissance lies in the spirit of the Iranians themselves. This spirit alone can overcome Islam.

Islam is a stultifying, iron cowl. Today, after 1400 years, Islam is again the greatest threat to existence of the free world and the civilization of Christianity. True Muslims are a liability to all countries who host them. Persians underestimated the power of Islam, something America must not do the second time.

It was apparent on September 11, 2001 that Americans had already underestimated the power of Islamic madness. There must be no weakness in American resolve now.

That day also proved as never before that ordinary people can do extraordinary things. Ordinary people became heroes in care and compassion. Heroes appear when circumstances call upon them. Heroes make sacrifices to achieve positive change.

We the people should join hands with heroes today and express our love for America. America is far more than a country. It is a place of greatness, where the souls of Indians still dwell side by side with modern heroes. Indians see that America is in grave danger, and all heroes, past and present, need to unite to preserve America.

America is the last haven of hope where humanity can flourish. The world owes a great deal to America for inspiration and practical accomplishment. A true American is generous. Americans have helped every other nation in the world. America’s enemies decry her greatness, yet they want to be in America, and to be American.

A Pakistani newspaper allegedly offered of a reward to anyone who killed an American, any American. So, an Australian dentist wrote the following: "Let everyone know what an American is so he’ll know when he’s found one. An American is English, or French, or Italian, Irish, German, Spanish, Polish, Russian or Greek or Persian.

An American is forever a Comanche, a Cherokee, Osage, Blackfoot, Navaho, Apache, Seminole or any of the people known as Native Americans. An American might also be a Christian, Jewish, Buddhist, or even a Muslim—who has learned to put his religion in its proper place.

So try to kill an American. Hitler tried. So did General Tojo, Stalin, and Mao Tse-Tung. Americans are not a particular people from a particular place. They are the embodiment of the human spirit of freedom. Everyone who holds to that spirit, anywhere, is an American.” Americans have defined freedom.


Thank You for another good article.
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Have We Learned From History?


Khaghani famous poem is Eyvan Madaen (that is a long & beautiful poem describe this big palace & university).


Remember Khaghani, the poet from Shirvan? Remember his lament Aivan-e Mada'en, which, in Arabized form (Mada'en standing for the cities that composed the Sasanian capital at Ctesiphon-on-Tigris) denotes Taq-e Kasra, the main portico of the imperial palace. A poignant expression of regret at the loss of Sasanian Iran, with a heartrending 'Aaah', as though words, no matter how rich and expressive – and he had a great store of vocabulary -, could never be enough to express what he felt. Those of us old enough to have studied his verse, in our early schooldays, would have learnt it by heart. So then why do we not see a word written by Iranians in Iran or outside to express any concern about what might have befallen the one remaining arch (and a slice of façade) of this symbolic site?
Source: http://www.iranian.com/FSFF/2003/April/Arch/p.html



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The official emblem of the University of Tehran

The emblem of the University of Tehran has been modeled after this stucco relief discovered in CtesiphonThe emblem of the University of Tehran, which was designed by Dr. Mohsen Moghadam, a late faculty member of the Faculty of Fine Arts, is based on an image, which can be found in the stucco relief and seals of the Sasanid period. In this case, it is a copy from a stucco relief discovered in the city of Ctesiphon.

The seal symbolized ownership. In the Sasanid period, these seals were used in stucco reliefs, coins, and silver utensils as a family symbol. Since the alphabet of Sasanid Pahlavi’s script was used in these badges, they have the nature of a monogram as well.

The motif is placed between two eagle wings. One can also find these motifs in other images of this period, such as in royal crowns, particularly at the end of the Sasanid period. Crowns with these seals have been called “two-feather crowns” in The Shahnameh. The motif between the wings was made by combining Pahlavi scripts. Some scholars have tried to read these images. The script is in the form of “Afzoot” (Amrood), which means plentiful and increasing.


The emblem of the University of Tehran has been modeled after this stucco relief discovered in Ctesiphon
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Ctesiphon (Parthian: Tyspwn as well as Tisfun)


Ctesiphon (Tâgh-i Kasrâ). Drawn 1824 by Captain Hart.

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Ctesiphon (Parthian: Tyspwn as well as Tisfun) is one of the great cities of ancient Mesopotamia and the capital of the Iranian Parthian Empire and its successor, the Sassanid Empire, for more than 800 years located in ancient Iranian province of Khvarvaran.

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Located approximately 20 miles southeast of the modern city of Baghdad, along the river Tigris, it rose to prominence along with the Parthian Empire in the first century BC, and was the seat of government for most of its rulers. Ctesiphon measured 30 square kilometers (cf. the 13,7 square kilometers of imperial Rome).

Because of its importance, Ctesiphon was a major military objective for the leaders of the Roman Empire in its eastern wars. The city was captured by Roman or Byzantine forces five times in its history, three times in the second century alone. The emperor Trajan captured Ctesiphon in 116, after one year of occupation his successor Hadrian has no choice to returned it in 117 as part of a peace settlement. The Roman general Avidius Cassius captured Ctesiphon during another Parthian war in 164, but abandoned it when peace was concluded. In 197, the emperor Septimius Severus sacked Ctesiphon and carried off thousands of its inhabitants, possibly as many as 100,000, whom he sold into slavery.


Ruins of Ctesiphon depicted on a 1923 postage stamp of IraqLate in the third century, after the Parthians had been supplanted by the Sassanids, the city again became a source of conflict with Rome. In 295, Galerius was defeated by the Persians outside the city. Humiliated, he returned a year later and won a tremendous victory which ended in the fourth and final capture of the city by a Roman army. He returned it to the Persian king Narses in exchange for Armenia.

Finally, in 627, the eastern Roman emperor Heraclius took the city, then capital of the Sassanid empire, leaving it after the Persians accepted his peace terms.

Ctesiphon fell to the Arabs during the Islamic conquest of Iran in 637 and went into a rapid decline, especially after the founding of the Abbasid capital at Baghdad in the 8th century. It is believed to be the basis for the city of Isbanir in the Thousand and One Nights.

The ruins of Ctesiphon were the site of a major battle of World War I in November of 1915. The Ottoman Empire defeated troops of Britain attempting to capture Baghdad, and drove them back some 40 miles before trapping the British force and compelling it to surrender.


The splendor of Khosrau's palace (Shâhigân-ǐ Sepid = the white palace, later Taq-i Kasra) at Ctesiphon is legendary. The Throne room was more than 110 ft high. The massive barrel vault covered an area 80ft wide by 160 ft long.

The arch of Ctesiphon, or Taq-e Kasra, is now all that remains of a city that was, for seven centuries, the main capital of the successor dynasties of the Achaemenids, Parthians and Sassanians. The structure left today was the main portico of the audience hall of the Sassanians who maintained the same site chosen by the Parthians and for the same reason, namely proximity to the Roman Empire whose expansionist aims could be better contained at the point of contact.

Taq-e Kasra (Vault of Khosrow/Khosrau) in the today's Iraqi city of Mada'en (also referred to as Iwan-e Mada'en and, in earlier times by Europeans, as Madayn) near the capital Baghdad is on the verge of collapse. The world-famous monument known as the largest and most unique vault ever constructed in Persia, during the reign of Sassanid dynasty, has been greatly neglected in recent times.
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IRANIAN WORLD CTESIPHON (TISFUN)
The Imperial Capital of Parthian & Sasanian Dynasties

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cyrus wrote:
Have We Learned From History?

Khaghani famous poem is Eyvan Madaen (that is a long & beautiful poem describe this big palace & university).


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cyrus wrote:
Have We Learned From History?

Khaghani famous poem is Eyvan Madaen (that is a long & beautiful poem describe this big palace & university).




Dear Amil,
Thank you for posting the original beautiful Khagani Shirvani poem, the following is the English Translation.
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Cyrus



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http://literature.aznet.org/literature/xshirvani/w2_xshirvani_en.htm

Khagani Shirvani

The Ruins of Madain


My soul, come, draw lessons from life, look around…
A mirror to help you in old Madain can be found.


Beside the Dajla lie the ruins of great Madain.
The river's long banks with bitterest groaning resound.

More blood flows than water from Dajla's suffering eyes.
No tears touch its cheek, dried by flames that from
Smouldering ruins arise

See - the Tigris is foaming - foal curls on the lips of each wave…
How mournful those ruins burying hearts and their sighs!

The heart of the Tigris is burnt by sorrow and fear.
Can flames be so intense that the water itself they sear?

The river great tribute must pay every year to the sea,
So add your small part with a drop of your blood, not a tear.

Heave a sigh and the flame from your heart will divide the
Tigris's great stream -
Then one river of ice and another of lava will gleam.

The river enchained had to witness the end of this place,
It twisted and turned like a chain when it heard the last scream.

May their hearts draw men here! May the voice of the ruins prevail!
Let every heart hear at least one whispered word without fail!

It seems that those jagged-toothed ramparts hold precepts for men,
That they soon must be granted a tongue and will tell their own tale.

The owl's endless hoot makes my head ring as if with mad cries.
To sooth my discomfort the tears will soon start from my eyes.

All songs here are elegies. Nightingales here are all owls.
The cry Madain raised to heaven throughout the world flies.

This place speaks of chambers of justice once ruined by hate.
The throne fell to tyrants who rose unaware of their fate.

Was fortune or God's retribution the force that could shatter
The towers and bring down in ruins a palace so great?

Don't laugh at my tears in this dead place enveloped in palls -
A man would look foolish if he did not weep in such halls.

As mighty as Kufa was great Madain in its prime.
As lofty its towering fortress, as strong were its walls.

Though pity burns hot in your heart, of your judgement is cold,
You will see Madain in its beauty like Kufa of old.

Yes, once long ago Madain in its beauty was a work of great art.
The palace had gateways that blazed with mosaics and gold.

Here Babylon's king fulfilled orders that other men gave.
At Madain's court Turkestan's mighty khan was a slave.

From this spot was launched an attack on the lion of fate,
By that lion whose statue is standing here noble and brave.

Imagine this place that once held a whole land in its sway,
The fort as it was, not the ruins that lie here today.

The walls would say, 'Weep! For you, too, have good reason for sorrow.
To dust all must crumble and you, man, are just living clay!'

Dismount from your horse, for your lips to this earth you should press.
Here an elephant's foot crushed Ne'eman, the great master of chess.

Now elephants' castles by monarchs are no longer won,
For the elephant time marches on and brings kings to distress.

Time was hwen the shahs could bring elephants under their sway.
Now time checkmates shahs, they're like elephants gone far astray.

Here Nushiravan's blood was drunk by Ormuz from his skull.
The drink was so strong that it made Ormuz stagger and sway.

A moral was carved on the rim of the crown on his head.
In mine are now surging a thousand as yet still unsaid.

For mandarins Kesra was famed, for his splendour was Parvis.
They have long been forgotten and lie with the most humble dead.

For banquets great Parvis had greenery beaten from gold -
A golden-green garden! A wonderous sight to behold!

That ruler has gone and his plants made of gold are no more
Proclaim "Kemtaraku". His fate shall no longer be told!

You ask where such rulers have gone, since today there are none -
The earth has embraced all these kings, every shah and khagan.

Now pregnant with life, she conceived with greatest of ease,
But bearing new life she now finds is not easily done.

The wine pressed from grapes here is blood of Shirin
dripping red.
The peasants make pots from the body of Parvis long dead.

How many a despot and tyrant this earth has embraced!
Yet still she is yearning for more to recline in her bed.

That black-hearted earth with a snowy and mountainous head -
She rouges her cheeks with the blood that her children have shed!

Teach men, Khagani, how fickle is fortune and life
And let the khagans come to you and by wisdom be led.

Though dervishes wait at the gates of the shah for a gift
That shah one fine day like a dervish may have to make shift.

From Mecca come presents, but I sent my gift to Shirvan
From old Madain, may its moral men's spirit uplift.

The beads many count come from Jamra near Kabaa today
But yours should be made from the flesh of Salman turned to clay.

These vast flowing waters hold lessons - so drink while you may
Where two rivers unite as the Shatt - then set off on your way.

From journeys on far one should bring back a fine souvenir -
My friends, let my gift be the verses I offer you here.

Though seeming disordered my words have made mysteries clear,
Thus Isa also taught, half deranged by a single idea.

Translated by Tom Botting


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Khagani Shirvani (1120-1194)
BIOGRAPHY


http://literature.aznet.org/literature/xshirvani/xshirvani_en.htm

Khagani (real name, Afzaladdin Ibrahim-ibn Ali Nadjar), a great Azerbaijanian poet and thinker, a master of panegyric qasida was born in the family of a carpenter in Melgem, a village near Shamakhy. Khagani lost his father at an early age and was brought up by his uncle Kafietdin, a doctor and astronomer at the Shirvanshah’s palace, who for seven years till his death acted "both as nurse and tutor" to Khagani.

In his youth Khagani wrote under the pen-name Haqiqi, which means the seeker of truth. After he had been invited to the court of the Shirvanshah’s he assumed the pen-name of Khagani ("regal"). The life of a court poet palled on him, and he "fled from the iron cage where he felt like a bird with a broken wing" and set off a journey about the Middle East. His travels gave him material for his famous poem Tohvat-ul Iraqein (A Gift of the Two Iraqs), which supplies us with a good deal of material for his biography and in which he described his impressions of the Middle East, and also his philosophical gassida The Ruins of Madain. On return home, Khagani broke off with the court of the Shirvanshah’s, and shah Akhsitan gave order for his imprisonment. It was in prison that Khagani wrote one of his most powerful anti-feudal poems called Habsiyye (Prison Poem). Upon release he moved with his family to Tabriz where fate dealt with him one tragic blow after another: first his young son died, then his daughter and then wife. Khagani was left all alone, and he too died in Tabriz. He was buried at the Poet’s Cemetery in Surbakh, near Tabriz.

Khagani left a remarkable Persian-language heritage which includes some magnificent odes-distiches of as many as three hundred lines with the same rhyme, melodious ghazals, dramatic poems protesting against oppression and glorifying reason and toil, and elegies lamenting the death of his children, his wife and his relatives.



POETRY

1. A Meeting with Jamaladdin of Mosul (excerpts from the poem "Tohvatul-Irakein")
2. The Ruins of Madain
3. A Love Song
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