She was the first human to use the memory machine. A revolutionary device that could extract information from molecules that had once been part of living beings, and reconstruct their memories in a virtual reality. A device that could reveal the secrets of the past, up to hundreds of thousands of years ago.
She was a historian, and she had always dreamed of witnessing the ancient civilizations that had shaped the world. She had spent years studying their cultures, languages, and artifacts, but she wanted more. She wanted to see them, hear them, feel them. She wanted to live among them.
She volunteered for the experiment, knowing the risks. The memory machine was still in its early stages, and no one knew what effects it could have on the human mind. She didn't care. She was willing to sacrifice anything for her passion.
She put on the helmet and the …
Read MoreShe had always been plagued by strange memories. Memories of places she had never been, people she had never met, things she had never done. She thought she was crazy, or maybe she had a past life.
She tried to ignore them, but they kept coming back, more vivid and more frequent. They interfered with her daily life, her studies, her relationships. She felt like she was living someone else's life.
She decided to seek help. She went to a therapist, a hypnotist, a psychic. None of them could explain her condition or cure her. They only gave her vague theories and false hopes.
She was desperate. She wanted to know the truth. She wanted to be free.
She stumbled upon an article online. It was about a new scientific discovery. It claimed that our body is made of materials that once belonged to other living beings, and that these …
Read MoreHe had one wish left. He had wasted the first two on trivial things: a new car, a promotion. He regretted them now, as he lay on his deathbed, surrounded by machines and tubes. He wished he had spent more time with his family, his friends, his true love. He wished he had lived a more meaningful life.
He closed his eyes and whispered his final wish to the genie, who had been his faithful companion for the last ten years.
"I wish I could go back in time and do it all over again."
The genie nodded and snapped his fingers.
He opened his eyes and saw a familiar face smiling at him.
"Happy birthday, son. You're 18 today. What are you going to do with your life?"
He smiled back, tears of joy in his eyes.
"Everything!"
Read MoreThe Enemy!
He saw him lying on the ground, bleeding from his chest. He recognized him as the enemy soldier who had shot at him earlier. He felt a surge of anger and hatred, mixed with fear and relief. He had survived, but his enemy had not.
He walked towards him, holding his rifle. He wanted to make sure he was dead. He wanted to see his face, to look into his eyes and feel victorious. He wanted to avenge his fallen comrades, his friends who had died in this war.
But as he approached him, he noticed something. He noticed a small book in his hand, a book with a familiar cover. He bent down and picked it up. He opened it and saw the words he knew so well. It was a book of poems by Saadi Shirazi, his favorite poet.
He looked at the enemy soldier again, …
Read Moreچون عمر به سر رسد چه شیرین و چه تلخ
پیمانه که پر شود چه بغداد و چه بلخ
می نوش که بعد از من و تو ماه بسی
از سلخ به غرّه آید از غرّه به سلخ
When life ends, whether sweet or bitter,
When the cup is full, whether in Baghdad or Balkh.
Drink a lot of wine since after me and you,
The moon repeats the cycle of birth and decay numerously.
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He was a man who had no passion. He wasted his life, from 20 to 40, doing nothing meaningful, nothing fulfilling, nothing rewarding. He had no ambition, no motivation, no purpose.
He spent his days, his nights, his years, doing the same things, over and over. He worked at a boring job, that he hated. He watched TV, that he did not care. He drank beer, that he did not enjoy.
He ignored every opportunity, every chance, every …
Read Moreگر بر فلکم دست بدی چون یزدان
بر داشتمی من این فلک را ز میان
از نو فلکی دگر چنان ساختمی
کازاده به کام دل رسیدی آسان
If, like God, I had the ability to create the world
I would destroy this world
I would build such a world again
that man can freely reach his heart's content
Story:
She was a dancer who had a dream. She wanted to perform on the biggest stage, to dazzle the audience, to impress the critics. She had a talent for movement, a grace for expression, a flair for style.
She practiced every day, every night, every chance. She auditioned for every show, every role, every opportunity. She worked hard, she improved, she progressed.
But she also faced a lot of rejection, a lot of disappointment, a lot of frustration. She faced a lot of competition, a lot of pressure, a lot of stress. She faced a lot …
Read Moreلب بر لب کوزه بردم از غایت آز
تا زو پرسم واسطه عمر دراز
لب بر لب من نهاد و می گفت این راز
می خور که بدین جهان نمی آیی باز
Then to this earthen Bowl did I adjourn
My lip the secret Well of Life to learn
And lip to lip it murmured - "While you live,
"Drink! - for once dead you never shall return!"
Story:
She was a young woman who loved adventure. She wanted to travel the world, to see new places, to meet new people. She had a passion for learning and a curiosity for life.
But she also had a fear of missing out. She always hesitated to make a decision, to take a risk, to commit to a plan. She always wondered if there was something better, something more, something else.
She found an earthen bowl in an antique shop, that caught her eye. It was …
Read Moreگر کار فلک به عدل سنجیده بدی
احوال فلک جمله پسندیده بدی
ور عدل بدی به کارها در گردون
کی خاطر اهل فضل رنجیده بدی
If the world was governed by justice
Everything in the world was done correctly
In the world, things were done based on justice
When were the wise in the world worried?
Story:
He was a navy seal who served his country with honor. He fought in Afghanistan, risking his life for his mission. He was brave, loyal, and skilled. He was proud of his work, and his comrades.
But he lost one of his legs in a bomb blast. He survived, but he was wounded in body and soul. He had to return to his home, to face a new reality. He had to cope with his disability, his pain, and his trauma.
He had a mental health problem after coming back to home. He suffered from depression, anxiety, and PTSD. …
Read Moreخیام اگر ز باده مستی خوش باش
با ماهرخی اگر نشستی خوش باش
چون عاقبت کار جهان نیستی است
پندار که نیستی چو هستی خوش باش
Khayyam, if you are drunk, enjoy it
If you sit with a beauty, enjoy it
Because the end of the work of the world is nothingness
Imagine that you do not exist, you exist. Enjoy it!
Story:
He was a young man who hated life. He suffered every hardship that came his way. He lost his job, he had no money, he was in debt. He had no one to love, no one to care, no one to support him.
He cared too much about the troubles of the world. He worried about the future and the past. He thought too much about the meaning and the purpose of his existence. He never lived in the moment, in the here and now.
He found a poem from Khayam, that …
Read Moreاین یک دو سه روز نوبت عمر گذشت
چون آب به جویبار و چون باد به دشت
هرگز غم دو روز مرا یاد نگشت
روزی که نیامده ست و روزی که گذشت
This one or two or three days of Omar's turn passed
Like water in a stream and like wind in the plain
I never worry about two days in my mind
The day that has not come and the day that has passed
Story:
She was a young girl at the college, studying hard to achieve her dreams. She wanted to be a doctor, to help people and make a difference. She had a passion for learning and a curiosity for life.
But she also had a financial difficulty. She came from a poor family, who could barely afford to send her to college. She had to work part-time jobs, to pay for her tuition and expenses. She had to struggle every …
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