Thank You

Thank you professor Marandi you really made a difference with what you taught us this semester.This is from every student in your writing class.

Id, Ego, Super-ego

Id: The newborn child is regarded as being completely 'Id-ridden', in the sense that it is a mass of instinctive drives and impulses, and demands immediate satisfaction. This view equates a new born child with an id-ridden individual - often humorously - with this analogy: an alimentary tract with no sense of responsibility at either end!
The id is responsible for our basic drives such as food, sex and aggressive impulses, and demands immediate satisfaction. It is amoral and egocentric' ruled by the pleasure-pain principle; it is without a sense of time; completely illogical; primarily sexual; infantile in its emotional development; will not take 'no' for an answer; is without verbal representation and therefore does not enter consciousness.
Ego: The word ego is taken directly from Latin where it is the nominative of the first person singular personal pronoun and is translated as "I myself" to express emphasis.
In Freud's theory, the ego mediates among the id, the super-ego and the external world. Its task is to find a balance between primitive drives, morals, and reality while satisfying the id and superego. Its main concern is with the individual's safety and allows some of the id's desires to be expressed, but only when consequences of these actions are marginal.

Super-ego: The super-ego tends to stand in opposition to the desires of the id because of their conflicting objectives, and is aggressive towards the ego. The super-ego acts as the conscience, maintaining our sense of morality and the prohibition of taboos.

The Interpretation of Dreams” – Perhaps his most significant writing Freud Believed that whatever our conscious mind was afraid to deal with came to the forefront of our thinking through dreams. He believed dreams are our mind’s way of letting the unconscious come to the surface.

Taken from:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ego

http://users.wfu.edu/canamp6/FYS100/Index.html

The Dream

It was someone's funeral. I was there. I was asking "whose funeral is it?" but it seemed that no one could see me. Then I saw a group of people carrying my body, yes it was my dead body." I'm not alive! Now I remember what happened, I have committed suicide. Few hours ago I took some pills oh, it was awful. Now I hate those people who made my life a hell. I hate all of them. Perhaps they are now saying "she was a fool, she did nothing with her life" but they don't know all the things I know all the things I can't express. Now I'm leaving the earth I'm going somewhere that is better than the hell I experienced on earth. I hear something. I wake up. It was a nightmare no it was not a nightmare it was a sweet dream. I sit on my bed I can see some pills on my left. I think is easy to make dream come true.

By:Raheleh

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IRAN

Everyone knows that Iran has beautiful hot desert. But unfortunately not many people visit these deserts. The best thing about Iran's desert is its clear sky. At night when you look at the sky you think if you rise your hand up you will be able to pick the stars. You feel that there is nothing between you and the sky .Unfortunately I don't have any picture of Iran's deserts so I will some picture of Iran's northern woods.










The pictures below are from Kish Island In Persian Gulf.
Unlike other Islands Kish is peaceful place to spend your holidays.

http://www.persiancarpetguide.com

http://www.darwantour.com

http://www.farhangsara.com

I'm Crying

It was about 20 years ago that I was nothing. I had no body no soul no nothing. Then in one of the cold winter evening I became I. I heard a sound which told me "you are a human now." "Why should I be a human I want to be nothing. I am happy of being nothing." I said. The sound told me you have your mission just like other humans." I too weak too do missions I like to live up here rather than down there." the sound told me" I give you this (pointing to my head) to solve and to think, I give you this (pointing to stomach) to eat and be strong, I give you soul to dream and go beyond the physical world…. He name few more thing (that unfortunately I don’t remember) and the last was" if you missed me you can cry." Being an infant I cried, being a child I cried, being a teenager I cried, still I cry and every time I do I hear his voice in my ear "If you missed me you can cry."

The Pilgrimage

The following poem is by George Herbert. I hope you enjoy reading it.

I traveled on, seeing the hill where lay
My expectation.
A long it was and weary way.
The gloomy cave of desperation
I left on th'one, and on the other side
The rock of pride.

And so I came to fancy's meadow, strowed
With many a flower;
Fain would I here have made abode
But I was quickened by my hour.
So to care's copse I came, and there got through
With much ado.

That led me to the wild of passion, which
Some call the wold
A wasted place but sometimes rich.
Here I was robbed of all my gold
Save one good angel, which a friend had tied
Close to my side.

At length I got unto the gladsome hill
Where lay my hope,
Where lay my heart; and, climbing still,
When I had gained the brow and top,
A lake of brackish waters on the ground
Was all I found.

With that abashed, and struck with many a sting
Of swarming fears,
I fell, and cried, "Alas, my king!
Can both the way and end be tears?"
Yet taking heart I rose, and then perceived
I was deceived:

My hill was further; so I flung away,
Yet heard a cry,
Just as I went: None goes that way
And lives: "If that be all, "said I,
"After so foul a journey, death is fair,
And but a chair."

Listen to me Please

He sometimes feels sick of holding so many wicked people in his heart. His biggest wish is to move from its place to somewhere that no soul could ever live in him. He loves to be isolated form his people since Tehranis have shown no mercy to him. The city can only breathe at night when everyone is asleep and when the wind had moved the polluted air to Varamin. Tehran hates its situation but is too weak and tired to take action against its enemy. He have attempt to change his situation long before but it didn't help. He is tired of listening to the sound of his tears. There have been some people who felt sorry for him but none tried to help. He knows that the world will end somewhere bright and warm and that is the only thing that keeps him alive.