Esperanto an International Language!

In 1887 Dr. L. L. Zamenhof, a Polish oculist who had gain fluence in 15 languages, introduced the offspring of his creativity as an International language which could be learned and understood easily by anyone with any cultural or racial background. Esperanto was the name he gave to the newborn language, which was borrowed from his own title and nickname, Dr. Esperanto. Leaning Esperanto is so easy and flexible that everyone with the knowledge of one Indo-European language can learn it within the least amount of time compared to other languages. It is believed that Leo Tolstoy could master Esperanto wihtin two (2) hours. Yes, IN TWO HOURS. Incredible, isn't it? But, well, he was Tolstoy, a master of Russian language. But, the experinces reveal that an average person with no specific talent in a second language acquisition, can easily master Esperanto within one year, while, what s/he can learn in Three (3) months will suffice to communicate in everday and academic situations. Esperanto consists only of sixteen (16) general rules without any exceptions. And the learner can make the words s/he needs according to the rules and roots without any misunderstandings or inconveniences. The main motto of Esperanto is "PACO" which means "PEACE", and "UNECO" which means "UNITY". And more important is that Esperanto speakers accept one another, from any nationality, race, religion, or class, as one community and one nation under the green flag of Esperanto with its Pentagon Star which alludes to the five continents. They call one another "SAMIDEANO" that can be translated into English as "THOSE WITH THE SAME IDEAS". So, if interested, wait for my next posts on Esperanto.

Iranians Boast of their Akin!

Is seems a bit strange. But is is true. Any foreigner enetring into the Iranian society, inside the country of Iran or outside their own borders, among the expatriates or emigratnts, notices a claim by the majority of the members of this community. They say, and believe in what they say, that they are the true and intact descendants and offsprings of Cyrus the Great. The strangest apsect of this claim resides in Azerbayjan, Kurdistan, and even some Arab regions. While a visitor to the Iranian communities can easily distinguish on their faces and stature the features of myriad races and tribes who have long mixed and assimilated into this nation, and nearly all the Iranians carry complexions which they have inherited from their parents which have rendered them to look more like Moguls, Arabs, Indians, Russians, Europeans, etc. than Cyrus the Great and the Pasargdans, this calim looks like a kind of mere racist tethering. Kurds, and Arabs, especially, used to live in the region long before Persians. How intrepid Iranians should be to squeeze themselves into the die of Cyrus and to stick to his legends to gain some probable glory which they find afar from their accession! Alas!

The First Human Rights Charter! Cylinder of Cyrus the Great.

They say Cyrus the Great of Persia is the first king in the history that has issued the first charter of human rights inscribed in his famous Cylinder of which a copy is with UN. There raises an essential question in the mind of any thinker that "How is it possible to conquer the half of the world without violating the human rights and being a pioneer in this matter?" I decided to go after the problem and try to solve it for myself. First, I went to the text of the charter translated into Persian language. Yes, it was true. Cyrus the Great had promised the conquered subjects he would respect their religions, traditions, and even freedom in choosing his sovereignty. If his subjects did not like his ruling over them, he would never impose his authority on them. The best sort of human right that one can ever see and hear! Astounding! But then, it came to my mind to ask about his death. I learned that he was "killed" in one of the battles he had led in the north eastern borders against the nomadic tribes who had rejected his sovereignty. This story put my mind into a new perplexity. And enticed me to go after the true version of the Cylinder fervently. The version I found was a highly reliable version of a word-by-word translation of the original one. I could not find any sign of the humanitarian blessings I had read in the Persian version. I suspected that the Persians had inserted some sentences into the Persian translation to force prove the humanitarian services of their Great King. But they had never thought that there are many versions in other languages translated directly from the original text by international scholars which would will one day betray their fake job. Tom Holland in his Persian Fire believes that all the claims about Cyrus the Great are baseless and historically cannot be proved the way Iranians like. But Iranians need a mythological hero to stick themselves to and justify their passivity. Because they do not have any confidence. Because they do not have any idea of their own history. Instead of studying the true stories to learn about their destiny and manipulate it, they take refuge into the legends and historical fabrications. For example, Kambiz and Bardiya, two of Cyrus the Great's sons, are beloved and preferred names for modern Iranians. But how many of them know that they had married their own sisters Atossa and Rhoxane? I am sure not many. Their ignorance cannot be confined to their history. In every issue of their lives they are ignorant. This is the reason they have been caught in a deadly impassive. Always waiting for a foreign power to come and save them. And always they put all the blames on the shoulders of the foreigners.

Malaysia Truly Asia

_"This is Malaysia! The best Islamic country. Here we follow only the law. Prime Minister makes the law and we do it. And the money I want from you is not for myself, it is for my country, for Malaysia." Said the police officer to the tourist, jerked the keys of the tourists rented car from his hand and ordered him to sit in front seat next to the driver (the officer) and his wife at the back seat. He drove the car and the tourist to the nearby police station. The police car was following the tourist and the officer. Inside the car he looked sullen and angry and was calculating in his mind the money he wanted to ask the tourist to pay if he liked freedom.

_"Have you ever been to prison?" The officer asked.
_"No, never!"
_"Ok, wait! I will send you to the prison for seven days."
_"Why?"
_"You have broken the law and turned in a point you shouldn't have to."
_"You say so! But there was no sign. Even if I have broken a driving law, you can fine me, you
shouldn't take me to prison."
_"You have to pay 300 for turning and 300 for not having pass."
_"But I showed you my immigration ID. You can contact Immigration office to evaluate it."

Inside the police station the officer locked the car and took the keys and played a role of going to his office to send the tourist and his wife to prison. The tourist went to him to stop him treating them this way.

_"We are foreigners here. Student. Don't do anything to mar our image of Malaysia, please."

The next officer came to the now student tourist and whispered something into his ear with his broken English.

_"Look, my boss is a good person. Don't worry, let me settle the matter here."
_"How"
_"300"
_"What?"
_"Give him 300 and go. This money is not for us. It is for our country. We want to serve our
country. You are a gentleman and understand what I say."

Oh my gosh! I had never known the real meaning of serving one's country. Thank you Police Officer that you showed me the true way one can serve his country.