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Yeah, just come here to see all of their stories is lie ... Damn George W. Bush and his administration, damn your media, damn all propaganda, we're a great nation, the most glorious Aryan nation in whole world, we have most beautiful country in mideast and much more ... again DAMN BUSH !
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In fact, inside a private home, life in Iran can be exactly the opposite of the public image. In Joseph's six months in Tehran, his most striking discovery has been the nation's double life. He first noticed it during Ramadan, the month when observant Muslims fast during daylight hours.
"They eat," Joseph declared. "They don't eat in public, but they eat.
"It's like I found out: A lot of things aren't done in public here. They're done, though."
On the streets of Tehran, for instance, many women glide along under the enveloping black chador that covers all but their faces. "Little ninjas walking around," Joseph said. "You can't look at them -- you're afraid they'll smack you."
About two weeks after arriving, he was invited inside an apartment in the prosperous, generally liberal north of Tehran. He watched as female guests arrived and peeled off their cloaks.
"Nice miniskirts," Joseph said, smiling at the memory. "You know, I'm married. But I'm lookin'."
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[From Washingtopost, "For Americans, It Can Pay to Play in Iran's Court"]
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Amir Tehrani, 25, and his friends, Kousha Mostofi, Ehsan* Nabavi and Sina Mahmoudazadeh, formed a heavy metal band six years ago called "Mine." The name is a reference to "landmine." But legally, the only place they can play is in Amir's cramped bedroom, which is jammed with a drum set, keyboard, guitars and amps.
They've tried to perform legally but couldn't get a permit from the Ministry of Culture and Islamic* Guidance. So now they perform underground concerts. They've even gone so far as to hire a female singer.
"If they're going to make us go underground," says Amir, "we thought let's go really underground then."
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Iran is a nation, one reader e-mailed me(Kevin Sites), that lives in two worlds: "The way we live outside our homes is very different from the way we live inside."
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[By Kevin Sites in Yahoo Hot Zones]
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Iranians do have a generous spirit of hospitality and gift-giving, something they are very proud of and something I had heard much about before my trip. I figured I should be prepared to give some gifts myself, so I went shopping.
What do you take from London, where I live, to Iran, as gifts for people you don’t even know? My crew in Iran would be all-male. I thought, music, but a CD might be considered immoral and could offend, or worse, land me or the recipient in trouble. Then I thought, something quintessentially British, or a gift from Harrods, but that might be too imperial. The new government has cracked down on ties, because they are too Western, even though most Iranian men wear business suits, which look pretty Western to me. I thought about gift sets with cologne and aftershave, but do men in the Islamic Republic of Iran shave?** And maybe cologne would be suggestive. I pretty much gave up.
It turns out I could have brought whatever I wanted because no one so much as peeked inside my suitcase when I arrived in Tehran, and frankly, anything goes when it comes to most young Iranians. By the way, all the men in my crew were clean-shaven!
You can buy anything you want in Iran if you’ve got the cash: bootleg Hollywood films before they are out in the States, iPods, vodka. In the Holy Shi’ite City of Qom (Iran’s Vatican), at the shrine of Fatemah (the sister of one of Shia Islam's most important imams), wedged between stalls selling prayer beads and the elaborately carved pieces of stone that Shi’ites press their heads to when they pray, sits a store that sells eye-catching evening wear.
It is a society of contradictions and a lot of “gee whiz!” moments.
For example, in the first flag-festooned restaurant I visited, there was a display of glamorous women that would make heads turn in any world capital. I couldn’t eat my food because my mouth was permanently open in shock!
The minimum dress code for women in Iran is a coat over pants and a scarf on the head. The women in this restaurant were all minimalists. The coats were barely more than blazers. The pants or jeans, in most cases looked as if they were painted on very fit bodies. The headscarves were barely covering hair that was, in half the cases, bleached blond. All of this set on bold stiletto heels.
I asked my fixer if we could film the parade of babes, as we all started calling them amongst ourselves. In the future I will always instruct my cameraman to capture the babe! We couldn’t in this restaurant where the clients were flaunting it so brazenly. Another foreign network tried it once. The police came the next day and shut the place down. Thus, I can only bring you mental images.
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[Amy Kellogg, FoxNews' "Reporter's Notebook: Inside Iran"]
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At 3:30 p.m. Munich-time, Norman, Reese and I boarded Lufthansa Flight 602 to Tehran. The other passengers were about 95 percent Iranian and a few Europeans. Last year, including journalists, fewer than 500 non-Iranian Americans visited Iran. I looked around the plane, full of modern men and women in Western garb, returning from vacations, family visits and business. Alcoholic beverages were served on the plane. But no alcohol sold for duty- free purchase. Iran is an Islamic state and a dry one. Nonetheless, many of these travelers were happy to get in their last swill before landing.
Four hours and 10 minutes later and a time change that would have us land at 10:30 p.m. Tehran-time, came a P.A. announcement as we went into approach: "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a very important announcement to make. For all our female passengers, by decree of the government of Iran, all female visitors are required to keep their heads covered. In your own interest, therefore, we ask you to put on a scarf before leaving the aircraft in Tehran. Thank you." With that, women clamored for the lavatory. One at a time as they exited, hundreds of years of transformation had occurred. All of these modern women, who would've looked quite at home dancing in a Paris nightclub, were now covered head to toe in black chadors, makeup scrubbed from their faces, cleavages and midriffs a memory.
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[Sean Penn, San Francisco Chronicles' "Sean Penn in Iran, Day 1"] |