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Who am I?
In 1936, I was born in a petite town, Qazvin, in Iran. At my chancy birth, my father was living apart, in Zanjan where he was, as he would claim at times, not a common laborer, but a foreman for about fifteen. I was unable to gather where and how my father was, but faintly felt that he was born to be hanged.
On the other hand, my mother was unfit to nurse me any more let alone to attend my frail elder sister. It was why she ran the risk of taking us to our uneager dad in Zanjan.
Apart from the dismal state of my family, the Second World War had cast its inauspicious apparition upon all of course mostly the poor as a rule.
Of course by then the deadly War had erupted and ended, and as sure as manufactured-fate, the poor had become poorer and the rich had many-folded their riches.
Though I had lost the delight of the prime years of my schooling, and was deeply dreaming of it, I dared not to reveal my want to my fed-up-with-life parents. It was 1945 when a sympathetic carriage-carrier neighbor of us asked my father to send me to school. Although my father was reluctant and hated hearing such nonsense from such a half-witted old man, he pretended to be not unpleased with my going to school. But only, my father warned me: Hey, are you trying to lay off your job? Okay, now go on, but remember that you must continue working in the same textile workshop in the afternoons and help me in the family run! I accepted it with delight and put my back to it.
On the other hand, seeing me in trouble, my mother believed that I would ruin my health by studying so hard and working even harder in the workshop yet not having any proper meals, even once! For years, my daily meal included a bowl of water mixed with a spoonful of sugar! My mother and I, as well as the ill-fated sister of mine deepened our portion of rationed bread in it and enjoyed the food until the next meal on the next day.
In vain, my weary teens stretched over in the hopes of the alien morrows until the time for the required, yet disgusted-by-all military service approached. By joining the army my world changed it was, as if, a blessing in disguise. My twenty-year-old dormant desires rose inspiring me to break the self-bound boundary of mine and find a way to take a trip somewhere. It may be, I thought, the only way to try my chance and help my family, and on top, my ever-addicted- to- drug father.
No sooner had I ended my two-year-old conscription than I set out for Bombay where, by chance, I was introduced to Dr Jinnah, the principal of West-Asian Language Classes for Foreign Diplomats & Men of Affairs. Although the enrollment was restricted, I was one of the luckiest ones to be accepted. I began studying in all seriousness and Dr Jinnah also paid special attention to me through the two initial semesters. At final exam, I was awarded Pass in manipulating desirable English.
After retuning home, I continued my English at the Institute of Foreign Languages, and some later in the evening classes at Tehran University. While still in the middle of the course, I thought of taking a world-wide tour, and I did it. First I went to Europe and then to the North Africa, and finally to the South. After six months touring there, I went to London for a short visit, but finding it suitable for studying, I decided to stay there and continue my studies.
I joined Pittmans English classes first and then continued at the Oxford University where I did remarkably good and got grade B at the end of the course. Next I took my higher studies at the University College in London, and finally joined International House for the Teacher Training Course. It was where I got A level for my competent in English both in writing and teaching it.
After years of studying in England, I set out for Russia, then to the Asian Countries via China I ended up my touring in Afghanistan.
As Turkish is my native language, I taught English in Istanbul for a few years, and then I picked UAE to live in and teach English for nine years. For the last eight years I have found the chance of translating the Holy Quran into English.
Now, I am to share my long-life experiences and gains with you, the respectable searchers. But before I start, I humbly accept my lack of knowledge and deficiency, so I seek shelter in Allah and ask for His generous support.
Now, let me invite you to the site and search what I have prepared for you to search; but first of all, I should admit my ignorance and declare that so far:
Many a man have said what
I am to mumble now,
All rich fruit have been cut
off the orchard of know-how!
It is worth saying that one should not be bias toward any faith or religion while one is speaking the fact. Why should one? To be honest, all of us: the Muslims, the Jews and the Christians are proud of our origin our common prophet, Abraham.
Abraham is regarded as the patriarch of monotheism and the common father of us. Through his second son, Isaac, came Jacob, Joseph, Moses, David, Solomon and Jesus. The advent of these great prophets was in partial fulfillment of Gods promises to bless the people of the earth through the descendents of Abraham [Genesis 12:2-3].
They all tried to guide us to take one path, the straightest path which leads man to God only. They did their best to bring us happier lives. Jesus said, I have come that they may have life, and they may have it more abundantly [John 10: 10].
Now, no matter what has divided us into different nations or sections, we can feel free in exercising our beliefs, and in the mean time, not being bias against one another.
Being born in the Islamic society, I am with no doubt a Muslim a Muslim with a burning desire to come to the help of the needy. That is what the most sincere people do in the view point of their beliefs.
I will not only present you, the respectable searchers and tremendous sweet-scented roses from the rose-gardens of the world mostly oriental, but I am going to quote from the wise sayings of the sages and the leading verses from your Books and ours. But first of all, let me point at a very important thing, that is: man is imperfect; you and I own half-knowledge, but the absolute knowledge belongs to God. Thus, let us go through some chapters of the Quran and see what advice and admonition it has for us; but before stating it, I dare say that:
Many a man have said what
I amt to mumble now,
All rich fruit have been cut
off the orchard of know-how!
(Outset)
In the name of the Mercy-giving, most Gracious Allah
Praise be to God, [only] Lord of the worlds,
The Source of Grace, Mercy, [Fair and the Force]!
Ruler of the Day when Repayments begin,
Owner of the Day when the Decrees given!
[Alone] You we worship, [You only the Wise,]
From You, [the Sublime,] we ask for the rise,
Lead us into direct path [of all the roads,]
The path of the right for repayment You chose.
Not of those who were dishonored, [neither those]
Disowned by Your Anger thrown off the course!