<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387195865305778172</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:30:23.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>story</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asalstory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387195865305778172/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asalstory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>asal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442558742690722248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387195865305778172.post-2810010795786612354</id><published>2007-07-01T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T10:28:49.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOLK REMEDY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://daneshnameh.roshd.ir/mavara/img/daneshnameh_up/f/f8/applestack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="269" alt="" src="http://daneshnameh.roshd.ir/mavara/img/daneshnameh_up/f/f8/applestack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a remedy for the cold. I learned about it from my uncle. The Okaliptos's leaves are boiling and then breathe from steam their. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But Ms.Farhadi says for the cold in the winter. The apple on the heater in the room and then breathe from room's air.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My grandmother says when you have a stomachache you should shave apples and then some sugar increase it. then you should eat it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a remedy for the hiccups. I learned about it from my Aunt's daughter . You should think three man that without hair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My father says when you have a itch sole. you want smack(my father says!). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387195865305778172-2810010795786612354?l=asalstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asalstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2810010795786612354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387195865305778172&amp;postID=2810010795786612354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387195865305778172/posts/default/2810010795786612354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387195865305778172/posts/default/2810010795786612354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asalstory.blogspot.com/2007/07/folk-remedy.html' title='FOLK REMEDY'/><author><name>asal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442558742690722248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387195865305778172.post-5372031011979379394</id><published>2007-06-25T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T05:35:21.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTRODUCING MYSELF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My name is Mahya Vatani. I am a student &amp; I study in Farzanegan high school. I’m from Iran. I live in Kashan. I was born in Kashan. I’m 16 years old. I have one sister and I don’t have any brother. My favourite colour is purple and my favourite food is fish. My best friend is Samaneh. My favourite sports are Badminton &amp;amp; Footsall. I play Badminton. Our Badminton team win the game in Esfahan in 1382 &amp; we were first in Esfahan. I am hopeful &amp;amp; I always say myself: you can; you can; …….    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387195865305778172-5372031011979379394?l=asalstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asalstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5372031011979379394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387195865305778172&amp;postID=5372031011979379394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387195865305778172/posts/default/5372031011979379394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387195865305778172/posts/default/5372031011979379394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asalstory.blogspot.com/2007/06/introducing-myself.html' title='INTRODUCING MYSELF'/><author><name>asal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442558742690722248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387195865305778172.post-6833911635990415202</id><published>2007-04-15T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T09:53:17.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HISTORICAL PLACES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i15.tinypic.com/29m96z4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="202" alt="" src="http://i15.tinypic.com/29m96z4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Historical places in our country are:&lt;br /&gt;a)Arg Bam: It is beautiful and very old. There is in Bam in provinci Cerman.&lt;br /&gt;b)Shrine’s Hafiz: There is in Shiraz in provinci Fars . Hafiz was a poemer. He said beautiful poemer. And in Shiraz are shrine’s Saady. He said poemer too. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;c) There is in Hamedan’s city Ali Sadr ’s care.&lt;br /&gt;d)There is in Esfahan ’s city Thirty-Three bridge. It was very very old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;e) There are in our city historical’s houses. Their name are Tabatabaeeha &amp; Boroujerdyha &amp;amp; Abbaseeha &amp; there is Fin’s garden.&lt;br /&gt;f)And in our city there are Jamea’s mosque &amp;amp; Agha Bozorg’s mosque. &amp; there is Emam Khomeini ’s school. It is a old place.&lt;br /&gt;There are somany in our country historical plases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i15.tinypic.com/2yvs65s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387195865305778172-6833911635990415202?l=asalstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asalstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6833911635990415202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387195865305778172&amp;postID=6833911635990415202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387195865305778172/posts/default/6833911635990415202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387195865305778172/posts/default/6833911635990415202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asalstory.blogspot.com/2007/04/historical-places.html' title='HISTORICAL PLACES'/><author><name>asal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442558742690722248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.tinypic.com/29m96z4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387195865305778172.post-4913844604809364540</id><published>2007-04-11T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T06:20:55.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DIVINER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:szWr7TlggBGiqM:http://www.scoutingbsa.org/_Images/Cub_Scout/Cartoon_Characters/Magician.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="337" alt="" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:szWr7TlggBGiqM:http://www.scoutingbsa.org/_Images/Cub_Scout/Cartoon_Characters/Magician.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Harry Blackstone, the American magician, and Dunninger the diviner, were close friends.&lt;br /&gt;One evening, when they were getting dressed to go to a formal dinner, Blackstone couldn’t find his white tie. Dunninger gave him a black one.&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t wear a black tie with tails!” said Blackstone.&lt;br /&gt;“If you are a great magician,” said Dunninger, “you can change it to a white one.”&lt;br /&gt;“And if you are a great diviner,” replied Blackstone, “you can tell me where. I left the white one.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387195865305778172-4913844604809364540?l=asalstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asalstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4913844604809364540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387195865305778172&amp;postID=4913844604809364540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387195865305778172/posts/default/4913844604809364540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387195865305778172/posts/default/4913844604809364540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asalstory.blogspot.com/2007/04/diviner.html' title='THE DIVINER'/><author><name>asal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442558742690722248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387195865305778172.post-4774582686895205912</id><published>2007-04-09T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T05:56:06.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REAL ‘S STORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i18.tinypic.com/34ew20n.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://i18.tinypic.com/34ew20n.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i18.tinypic.com/34ew20n.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;One day my sister and I went to the library. After than we went my mother went to the party. When she sat in the car. She remembers to change the shoes. She came back in the home and she change the shoes. But in the time the cat came to our home. After my mother closed the door and she went to the party. The cat was alone in our home. It went to the kitchen and it ate the meat. When my sister and I came back in the our home. We changed the clothes. After we ate ice-cream and worked with the computer. In the time: my sister saw the cat. my sister said me:“go in the my room”.  I went to the her room &amp; my sister went in the yard and she said our neighbour &amp;amp; my sister gave Mrs Abasi key. &amp; Mrs Abasi came in the our home. Mrs Abasi said: “go out-go out”. &amp;amp; the cat went to the out home. But my sister a lot afraid of Mr cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387195865305778172-4774582686895205912?l=asalstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asalstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4774582686895205912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387195865305778172&amp;postID=4774582686895205912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387195865305778172/posts/default/4774582686895205912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387195865305778172/posts/default/4774582686895205912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asalstory.blogspot.com/2007/04/real-s-story.html' title='REAL ‘S STORY'/><author><name>asal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442558742690722248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i18.tinypic.com/34ew20n_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387195865305778172.post-1038055602427149313</id><published>2007-04-03T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T12:42:45.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIMPLE WAYS TO IMPROVE YOUR HEALTH</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not, you can greatly improve your health in these ten simple ways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. Eat breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Breakfast gives you energy for the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. Go for a walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Walking is good exercise, and exercise is necessary for good health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.tinypic.com/29giro2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" height="320" alt="" src="http://i5.tinypic.com/29giro2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. Floss your teeth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Don’t just brush them. Flossing keeps your gums healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4. Drink eight cups of water everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Water helps your body&lt;a href="http://i14.tinypic.com/2d8f220.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i14.tinypic.com/2d8f220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5. Stretch for five minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Stretching is important for your muscles. &lt;a href="http://i14.tinypic.com/2d8f220.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;6. Wear a seat belt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Every year, seat belts save thousands of lives. &lt;a href="http://i12.tinypic.com/34phylg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" height="158" alt="" src="http://i12.tinypic.com/34phylg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387195865305778172-1038055602427149313?l=asalstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asalstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1038055602427149313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387195865305778172&amp;postID=1038055602427149313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387195865305778172/posts/default/1038055602427149313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387195865305778172/posts/default/1038055602427149313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asalstory.blogspot.com/2007/04/simple-ways-to-improve-your-health.html' title='SIMPLE WAYS TO IMPROVE YOUR HEALTH'/><author><name>asal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442558742690722248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.tinypic.com/29giro2_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387195865305778172.post-3333147672623682303</id><published>2007-04-01T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T06:24:12.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a baby?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i5.tinypic.com/48yy60z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="182" alt="" src="http://i5.tinypic.com/48yy60z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A baby is a gift of life&lt;br /&gt;born of the wonder of love-&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of eternity&lt;br /&gt;sent from the Father above,&lt;br /&gt;Giving a new dimension&lt;br /&gt;to the love between husband and wife&lt;br /&gt;And putting an added new meaning&lt;br /&gt;to the wonder and mystery of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.tinypic.com/48yy60z.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387195865305778172-3333147672623682303?l=asalstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asalstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3333147672623682303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387195865305778172&amp;postID=3333147672623682303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387195865305778172/posts/default/3333147672623682303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387195865305778172/posts/default/3333147672623682303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asalstory.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-is-baby.html' title='What is a baby?'/><author><name>asal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442558742690722248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.tinypic.com/48yy60z_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387195865305778172.post-3649159525880332791</id><published>2007-03-30T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T11:10:49.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting and Greeting Customs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;There are many different greeting customs around the world. Here are some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.tinypic.com/30acowk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 41px" height="213" alt="" src="http://i7.tinypic.com/30acowk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People usually shake hands when they meet for the first time. When two women first meet, they sometimes give one kiss on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;(They actually “kiss the air.” Women also greet both male and female friends with a kiss. Chilean men give their friends warm abrazos (hugs) or sometimes kiss women on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://i11.tinypic.com/486cjo7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 42px" height="87" alt="" src="http://i11.tinypic.com/486cjo7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The United States&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People shake hands when they are first introduced. Friends and family members often hug or kiss on the cheek when they see each other. In these situations, men often kiss women but not other men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://i13.tinypic.com/3zic21c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 54px" height="202" alt="" src="http://i13.tinypic.com/3zic21c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Korea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men bow slightly and shake hands to greet each other. Women do not usually shake hands. To address someone with his or her full name, the family name comes first, then the first name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387195865305778172-3649159525880332791?l=asalstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asalstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3649159525880332791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387195865305778172&amp;postID=3649159525880332791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387195865305778172/posts/default/3649159525880332791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387195865305778172/posts/default/3649159525880332791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asalstory.blogspot.com/2007/03/meeting-and-greeting-customs-there-are.html' title='Meeting and Greeting Customs'/><author><name>asal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442558742690722248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.tinypic.com/30acowk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387195865305778172.post-4049983214208707650</id><published>2007-03-27T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T10:13:07.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i9.tinypic.com/4dq634w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="273" alt="" src="http://i9.tinypic.com/4dq634w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Test of lesson 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) I ….. to write a letter next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1. can 2.could 3.will be able 4.could not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) The garden was beautiful and you ….. see lots of flowers there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1.could 2.must 3.have to 4.can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) She had to go home and….. her mother a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1.write 2.wrote 3.writing 4.had written&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Test of lesson 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) It was time for us …. The exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1.take 2.took 3.to take 4.taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) They have an exam tomorrow. They ….. Study tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1.had to 2.should 3.could 4.has to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Monkeys do things that make us……. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1.laughing 2.laughed 3.to laugh 4.laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) How far …… from here to your home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1.it is 2.there is 3.is it 4.is there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Test of lesson 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) Parvin and her sister are twin. Parvin is …… her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1.younger than 2.older than 3.as young 4.as old as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) Mr karimi is much …….. than his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1.older 2.oldest 3.elder 4.the older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) The longer you work ……. You get money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1.more 2.the more 3.most 4.the most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Test of lesson 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11)She wants to make herself ……. Student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1.good 2.better  3.best  4.the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12)My brother, Ahmad, can speak English ……. Fluently than I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1.much   2.more much  3.much more  4.less more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;13)Don’t swim here. This part of the pool is very ……….. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1.not depth  2.depth  3.deeply   4.deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387195865305778172-4049983214208707650?l=asalstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asalstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4049983214208707650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387195865305778172&amp;postID=4049983214208707650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387195865305778172/posts/default/4049983214208707650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387195865305778172/posts/default/4049983214208707650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asalstory.blogspot.com/2007/03/test.html' title='TEST'/><author><name>asal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442558742690722248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i9.tinypic.com/4dq634w_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387195865305778172.post-9089372745813935220</id><published>2007-03-11T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T05:39:20.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A SILLY DONKEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i16.tinypic.com/2igix6s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="241" alt="" src="http://i16.tinypic.com/2igix6s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One day a man went to his neighbour and asked him to lend him his donkey, for a few hours. The man, who did not want to lend his donkey, said,” The donkey is not here. My friend has taken it out today.”&lt;br /&gt;At this time, they heard the donkey braying. The man said, “You said just now that the donkey was out. What is this braying, then?”&lt;br /&gt;The neighbour became angry and said, “What kind of a man are you? You don’t believe the words of an old man like me, but you believe the braying of a silly donkey?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387195865305778172-9089372745813935220?l=asalstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asalstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9089372745813935220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387195865305778172&amp;postID=9089372745813935220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387195865305778172/posts/default/9089372745813935220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387195865305778172/posts/default/9089372745813935220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asalstory.blogspot.com/2007/03/silly-donkey.html' title='A SILLY DONKEY'/><author><name>asal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442558742690722248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i16.tinypic.com/2igix6s_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387195865305778172.post-315891675931300474</id><published>2007-02-26T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T04:14:02.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fill in the blanks.</title><content type='html'>1.easy= easier&lt;br /&gt;2.hard=----&lt;br /&gt;3.big=----&lt;br /&gt;4.small=----&lt;br /&gt;5.fast=----&lt;br /&gt;6.slow=----&lt;br /&gt;7.tall=----&lt;br /&gt;8.short=----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: 150px; 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As if you fall into a big, deep hole and you don’t know what will be there at the end. That’s exactly the right question, it’s sure that?&lt;br /&gt;_ there will be something after life. But what ?!?&lt;br /&gt;_ Rebirth?&lt;br /&gt;_ A kind of paradise?&lt;br /&gt;_ Our just nothing, like an endless sleep without any dream?&lt;br /&gt;_ Yes, you get afraid of it, but it’s important to think about death, because: what is life without it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;In our opinion there is after death one new life. Heaven and hell. Many good people that they do good work, so they after death will go to heaven. And bad people go to hell. In our opinion if people do good work they never don’t afraid of death, because they go to heaven.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387195865305778172-5637012925647959252?l=asalstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asalstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5637012925647959252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387195865305778172&amp;postID=5637012925647959252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387195865305778172/posts/default/5637012925647959252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387195865305778172/posts/default/5637012925647959252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asalstory.blogspot.com/2007/02/answer-to-iearn-questionsgermany.html' title='Answer to iearn questions(Germany)'/><author><name>asal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442558742690722248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387195865305778172.post-7606349469043818160</id><published>2007-02-24T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T11:07:50.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A MOTHER’S LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i16.tinypic.com/2hevwab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px;" src="http://i16.tinypic.com/2hevwab.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether she’s here or in heaven,&lt;br /&gt;      mother’s love is our haven and guide,&lt;br /&gt;For always the memory of Mother&lt;br /&gt;      is a beacon light shining inside.&lt;br /&gt;Time cannot destroy the memory&lt;br /&gt;      and years can never erase&lt;br /&gt;The tenderness and the beauty&lt;br /&gt;      of the love in a mother's face.&lt;br /&gt;And when we think of our mothers,&lt;br /&gt;      we draw nearer to God above,&lt;br /&gt;For only God in His greatness&lt;br /&gt;      could fashion a mother's love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387195865305778172-7606349469043818160?l=asalstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asalstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7606349469043818160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8387195865305778172&amp;postID=7606349469043818160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387195865305778172/posts/default/7606349469043818160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387195865305778172/posts/default/7606349469043818160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asalstory.blogspot.com/2007/02/mothers-love.html' title='A MOTHER’S LOVE'/><author><name>asal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442558742690722248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i16.tinypic.com/2hevwab_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
