Sunday, September 21, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
My sufferings
It seems it’s a luxury to be understood. There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice ,but there must never be a time when we fail to protest. In housing options, truth is so precious that she should always be attended by a bodyguard of lies.
Housing options service is controlled by a Mafia, headed by Najwa Dhondee,Jonan Mendoza and Naomi Shannon. Their main job is to put obstacles in the face of homeless people. They never help anybody but by words and empty promises. They are liars and fanatics. A fanatic is one who cannot change his mind and won’t change the subject. Miss Shannon promised me , on our last meeting, to give me a shelter in Lisson Green where I have got many disabled friends but it was her biggest lie or the mother of all lies. If you have ten thousands regulations you destroy all respect for the law.
Mr Jonan Mendoza in his letter to My MP Karen Buck claimed that I am suffering from a behavioural issue only. This is a big lie, as I am suffering from many diseases at the highest stage of Disability:
1. Schizophrenia from 1979.
2. Sickle cell anaemia a genetic disorder which can never be cured.
3. Stroke for more than three times in the past three years and the only medicine is Aspirin.
4. Atherosclerosis, which means that my blood vessels are blocked by Cholesterol and the medicine I am taking is Simavastatin 40mg tab since 2005.Last week(3 September 2008) it was reported in the daily Mail newspaper front page that this medicine can cause Prostatic Carcinoma which I am suffering from now.
5. Brain Aneurysm which was treated surgically , but I am still suffering from dizziness and hands trembling and feel vertigo and collapse daily without Betahistine Hcl 16mg tab and Timazepam,which my GP stopped now by an ill advise from ENT specialist.
6.Hypertension which is resistant to medicines Irbesartan 75mg tab and Amlodipine 10mg tab.
7.The beginning of Prostatic Carcinoma which is accompanied with high Proteinuria and treated with Finasterdine 5mg and Tamsulosin Hcl 400 mg tab.
8. Depression which is treated by Prozac 60 mg tab.
9. Total deafness in both ears which is treated by hearing aids .
10. Sinuses and chronic nose problems after an operation which did not succeed in Aberdeen 1978 and is treated now by Floxinase spray (Cortisone).
Housing options service never tried to contact Mary Torkmani , and this kind lady is trying to phone them and write e mails but nobody answered her .Housing Options Mafia are very arrogant people. If a free society cannot help the many who are poor, it cannot save the few who are rich. However, the sad duty of politics is to establish justice in a sinful world.
I am sorry to say that Mr Jonan Mendoza is not honest person. He said they arranged an appointment for me on 8 Sept 2008 but it’s another lie of him. Nobody contacted me or send me a letter for such an appointment, where and when is going to take place. Honesty as it seems is for the most part less profitable than dishonesty, and ill deeds are doubled with an evil word. However, I know there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so, as Hamlet said.
Abraham Lincoln once said (You can fool all the people some of the time, and some of the people all the time but you cannot fool all the people all the time). Housing options Mafia cannot fool all the people all the time indeed.
Professor Hamed Mosafer
Housing options service is controlled by a Mafia, headed by Najwa Dhondee,Jonan Mendoza and Naomi Shannon. Their main job is to put obstacles in the face of homeless people. They never help anybody but by words and empty promises. They are liars and fanatics. A fanatic is one who cannot change his mind and won’t change the subject. Miss Shannon promised me , on our last meeting, to give me a shelter in Lisson Green where I have got many disabled friends but it was her biggest lie or the mother of all lies. If you have ten thousands regulations you destroy all respect for the law.
Mr Jonan Mendoza in his letter to My MP Karen Buck claimed that I am suffering from a behavioural issue only. This is a big lie, as I am suffering from many diseases at the highest stage of Disability:
1. Schizophrenia from 1979.
2. Sickle cell anaemia a genetic disorder which can never be cured.
3. Stroke for more than three times in the past three years and the only medicine is Aspirin.
4. Atherosclerosis, which means that my blood vessels are blocked by Cholesterol and the medicine I am taking is Simavastatin 40mg tab since 2005.Last week(3 September 2008) it was reported in the daily Mail newspaper front page that this medicine can cause Prostatic Carcinoma which I am suffering from now.
5. Brain Aneurysm which was treated surgically , but I am still suffering from dizziness and hands trembling and feel vertigo and collapse daily without Betahistine Hcl 16mg tab and Timazepam,which my GP stopped now by an ill advise from ENT specialist.
6.Hypertension which is resistant to medicines Irbesartan 75mg tab and Amlodipine 10mg tab.
7.The beginning of Prostatic Carcinoma which is accompanied with high Proteinuria and treated with Finasterdine 5mg and Tamsulosin Hcl 400 mg tab.
8. Depression which is treated by Prozac 60 mg tab.
9. Total deafness in both ears which is treated by hearing aids .
10. Sinuses and chronic nose problems after an operation which did not succeed in Aberdeen 1978 and is treated now by Floxinase spray (Cortisone).
Housing options service never tried to contact Mary Torkmani , and this kind lady is trying to phone them and write e mails but nobody answered her .Housing Options Mafia are very arrogant people. If a free society cannot help the many who are poor, it cannot save the few who are rich. However, the sad duty of politics is to establish justice in a sinful world.
I am sorry to say that Mr Jonan Mendoza is not honest person. He said they arranged an appointment for me on 8 Sept 2008 but it’s another lie of him. Nobody contacted me or send me a letter for such an appointment, where and when is going to take place. Honesty as it seems is for the most part less profitable than dishonesty, and ill deeds are doubled with an evil word. However, I know there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so, as Hamlet said.
Abraham Lincoln once said (You can fool all the people some of the time, and some of the people all the time but you cannot fool all the people all the time). Housing options Mafia cannot fool all the people all the time indeed.
Professor Hamed Mosafer
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Come my beloved
Come, my beloved; let us walk amidst the knolls,
For the snow is water, and Life is alive from its
Slumber and is roaming the hills and valleys.
Let us follow the footprints of Spring into the
Distant fields, and mount the hilltops to draw
Inspiration high above the cool green plains.
Dawn of Spring has unfolded her winter-kept garment
And placed it on the peach and citrus trees; and
They appear as brides in the ceremonial custom of
the Night of Kedre.
The sprigs of grapevine embrace each other like
Sweethearts, and the brooks burst out in dance
Between the rocks, repeating the song of joy;
And the flowers bud suddenly from the heart of
Nature, like foam from the rich heart of the sea.
Come, my beloved; let us drink the last of Winter's
Tears from the cupped lilies, and soothe our spirits
With the shower of notes from the birds, and wander
In exhilaration through the intoxicating breeze.
Let us sit by that rock, where violets hide; let us
Pursue their exchange of the sweetness of kisses.
Summer
Let us go into the fields, my beloved, for the
Time of harvest approaches, and the sun's eyes
Are ripening the grain.
Let us tend the fruit of the earth, as the
Spirit nourishes the grains of Joy from the
Seeds of Love, sowed deep in our hearts.
Let us fill our bins with the products of
Nature, as life fills so abundantly the
Domain of our hearts with her endless bounty.
Let us make the flowers our bed, and the
Sky our blanket, and rest our heads together
Upon pillows of soft hay.
Let us relax after the day's toil, and listen
To the provoking murmur of the brook.
Autumn
Let us go and gather grapes in the vineyard
For the winepress, and keep the wine in old
Vases, as the spirit keeps Knowledge of the
Ages in eternal vessels.
Let us return to our dwelling, for the wind has
Caused the yellow leaves to fall and shroud the
Withering flowers that whisper elegy to Summer.
Come home, my eternal sweetheart, for the birds
Have made pilgrimage to warmth and lest the chilled
Prairies suffering pangs of solitude. The jasmine
And myrtle have no more tears.
Let us retreat, for the tired brook has
Ceased its song; and the bubblesome springs
Are drained of their copious weeping; and
Their cautious old hills have stored away
Their colorful garments.
Come, my beloved; Nature is justly weary
And is bidding her enthusiasm farewell
With quiet and contented melody.
Winter
Come close to me, oh companion of my full life;
Come close to me and let not Winter's touch
Enter between us. Sit by me before the hearth,
For fire is the only fruit of Winter.
Speak to me of the glory of your heart, for
That is greater than the shrieking elements
Beyond our door.
Bind the door and seal the transoms, for the
Angry countenance of the heaven depresses my
Spirit, and the face of our snow-laden fields
Makes my soul cry.
Feed the lamp with oil and let it not dim, and
Place it by you, so I can read with tears what
Your life with me has written upon your face.
Bring Autumn's wine. Let us drink and sing the
Song of remembrance to Spring's carefree sowing,
And Summer's watchful tending, and Autumn's
Reward in harvest.
Come close to me, oh beloved of my soul; the
Fire is cooling and fleeing under the ashes.
Embrace me, for I fear loneliness; the lamp is
Dim, and the wine which we pressed is closing
Our eyes. Let us look upon each other before
They are shut.
Find me with your arms and embrace me; let
Slumber then embrace our souls as one.
Kiss me, my beloved, for Winter has stolen
All but our moving lips.
For the snow is water, and Life is alive from its
Slumber and is roaming the hills and valleys.
Let us follow the footprints of Spring into the
Distant fields, and mount the hilltops to draw
Inspiration high above the cool green plains.
Dawn of Spring has unfolded her winter-kept garment
And placed it on the peach and citrus trees; and
They appear as brides in the ceremonial custom of
the Night of Kedre.
The sprigs of grapevine embrace each other like
Sweethearts, and the brooks burst out in dance
Between the rocks, repeating the song of joy;
And the flowers bud suddenly from the heart of
Nature, like foam from the rich heart of the sea.
Come, my beloved; let us drink the last of Winter's
Tears from the cupped lilies, and soothe our spirits
With the shower of notes from the birds, and wander
In exhilaration through the intoxicating breeze.
Let us sit by that rock, where violets hide; let us
Pursue their exchange of the sweetness of kisses.
Summer
Let us go into the fields, my beloved, for the
Time of harvest approaches, and the sun's eyes
Are ripening the grain.
Let us tend the fruit of the earth, as the
Spirit nourishes the grains of Joy from the
Seeds of Love, sowed deep in our hearts.
Let us fill our bins with the products of
Nature, as life fills so abundantly the
Domain of our hearts with her endless bounty.
Let us make the flowers our bed, and the
Sky our blanket, and rest our heads together
Upon pillows of soft hay.
Let us relax after the day's toil, and listen
To the provoking murmur of the brook.
Autumn
Let us go and gather grapes in the vineyard
For the winepress, and keep the wine in old
Vases, as the spirit keeps Knowledge of the
Ages in eternal vessels.
Let us return to our dwelling, for the wind has
Caused the yellow leaves to fall and shroud the
Withering flowers that whisper elegy to Summer.
Come home, my eternal sweetheart, for the birds
Have made pilgrimage to warmth and lest the chilled
Prairies suffering pangs of solitude. The jasmine
And myrtle have no more tears.
Let us retreat, for the tired brook has
Ceased its song; and the bubblesome springs
Are drained of their copious weeping; and
Their cautious old hills have stored away
Their colorful garments.
Come, my beloved; Nature is justly weary
And is bidding her enthusiasm farewell
With quiet and contented melody.
Winter
Come close to me, oh companion of my full life;
Come close to me and let not Winter's touch
Enter between us. Sit by me before the hearth,
For fire is the only fruit of Winter.
Speak to me of the glory of your heart, for
That is greater than the shrieking elements
Beyond our door.
Bind the door and seal the transoms, for the
Angry countenance of the heaven depresses my
Spirit, and the face of our snow-laden fields
Makes my soul cry.
Feed the lamp with oil and let it not dim, and
Place it by you, so I can read with tears what
Your life with me has written upon your face.
Bring Autumn's wine. Let us drink and sing the
Song of remembrance to Spring's carefree sowing,
And Summer's watchful tending, and Autumn's
Reward in harvest.
Come close to me, oh beloved of my soul; the
Fire is cooling and fleeing under the ashes.
Embrace me, for I fear loneliness; the lamp is
Dim, and the wine which we pressed is closing
Our eyes. Let us look upon each other before
They are shut.
Find me with your arms and embrace me; let
Slumber then embrace our souls as one.
Kiss me, my beloved, for Winter has stolen
All but our moving lips.
New love
I do not resemble your other lovers, my lady
should another give you a cloud
I give you rain
Should he give you a lantern, I
will give you the moon
Should he give you a branch
I will give you the trees
And if another gives you a ship
I shall give you the journey.
When I love you
A new language springs up,
New cities, new countries discovered.
The hours breathe like puppies,
Wheat grows between the pages of books,
Birds fly from your eyes with tiding of honey,
Caravans ride from your breasts carrying Indian herbs,
The mangoes fall all around, the forests catch fire
And Nubian drums beat.
should another give you a cloud
I give you rain
Should he give you a lantern, I
will give you the moon
Should he give you a branch
I will give you the trees
And if another gives you a ship
I shall give you the journey.
When I love you
A new language springs up,
New cities, new countries discovered.
The hours breathe like puppies,
Wheat grows between the pages of books,
Birds fly from your eyes with tiding of honey,
Caravans ride from your breasts carrying Indian herbs,
The mangoes fall all around, the forests catch fire
And Nubian drums beat.
Real love
I want you to remember me as a traveler remembers a calm pool in which his image was reflected as he drank its water. I want you to remember me as a mother remember her child that died before it saw the light, and I want you to remember me as a merciful king remembers a prisoner who died before his pardon reached him. I want you to be my companion. It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created in years or even generations.Love will be my sole comforter, and I shall drink love like wine and wear it like garment. At dawn, Love will wake me from slumber and take me to the distant field, and at noon will lead me to the shadows of trees, where I will find shelter with the birds from the heat of the sun. In the evening, it will cause me to pause before sunset to hear nature's farewell song to the light of day and will show me ghostly clouds sailing in the sky. At night, Love will embrace me, and I shall sleep, dreaming of the heavenly world where the spirits of lovers and poets abide. In the Spring I shall walk side by side with love among violets and jasmines and drink the remaining drops of winter in the lily cups. In Summer we shall make the bundles of hay our pillows and the grass our bed, and the blue sky will cover us as we gaze at the stars and the mo
In Autumn, Love and I will go to the vineyard and sit by the wine press and watch the grapevines being denuded of their golden ornaments, and the migrating flocks of birds will wing over us. In Winter, we shall sit by the fireside reciting stories of long ago and chronicles of far countries. During my youth, Love will be my teacher; in middle age, my help; and in old age, my delight. Love, my beloved will stay with me to the end of my life, and after death the hand of God will unite us again.'
There is something greater and purer than what the mouth utters. Silence illuminates our souls, whispers to our hearts, and brings them together. Silence separates us from ourselves, makes us sail the firmament of spirit, and brings us closer to Heaven; it makes us feel that bodies are no more than prisons and that this world is only a place of exile.
In Autumn, Love and I will go to the vineyard and sit by the wine press and watch the grapevines being denuded of their golden ornaments, and the migrating flocks of birds will wing over us. In Winter, we shall sit by the fireside reciting stories of long ago and chronicles of far countries. During my youth, Love will be my teacher; in middle age, my help; and in old age, my delight. Love, my beloved will stay with me to the end of my life, and after death the hand of God will unite us again.'
There is something greater and purer than what the mouth utters. Silence illuminates our souls, whispers to our hearts, and brings them together. Silence separates us from ourselves, makes us sail the firmament of spirit, and brings us closer to Heaven; it makes us feel that bodies are no more than prisons and that this world is only a place of exile.
My romantic love
i like a good women who is straitforward and never lies.' I will make my soul an envelope for your soul, and my heart a residence for your beauty and my breast a grave for your sorrows. I shall love you , as the prairies love the spring, and I shall live in you in the life of a flower under the sun's rays. I shall sing your name as the valley sings the echo of the bells of the village churches; I shall listen to the language of your soul as the shore listens to the story of the waves. I shall remember you as a stranger remembers his beloved country, and as a hungry man remembers a banquet, and as a dethroned king remembers the days of his glory, and as a prisoner remembers the hours of ease and freedom. I shall remember you as a sower remembers the bundles of wheat on his threshing flour, and as a shepherd remembers the green prairies the sweet brooks.My address 66 miles buildings,penfold place,London nw1 6rq
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Monday, September 1, 2008
My tragedy
I was working in Abu Dhabi the capital of United Arab Emirate as head of science dept in Oxford private school on 2003.I received a mobile call from a person who told me that his name is Colonel Sulyman Ahmed Sulyman and he is an officer working for the crown prince of Dubai at that time Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid .I was very surprised and told him I am just a teacher so what do want from me I have done nothing wrong.He told me you must come to see Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid otherwise we will punish you.I was very frightened and went to see him first.He introduced me to his boss General Obeid who was a black man.I have got the special mobile numbers of both officers with me now.They took me to a place outside the city of Dubai where Sheikh Mohammed was there and we dined with the Sheikh in the ground.They washed our hands not with tap water but with water carried to the dinning room by servants After that they took me to another room where they brought tea and the Sheikh came.I st anded up and the Sheikh was playing with a big blue mobile.He told me to leave Abu Dhabi and come to Dubai to work for him and he will give me a good salary,a house and put my children in free schools.I said what kind of work do you want me to do and General Obeid said we want you to do us some weapons of mass destruction.I said I cant do that and he replid we know that you did that to Saddam Hussien in Iraq.I couldnt refused because I was frightened from them.And we came to live in Girgash building in the best district in Dubai.They never asked me to start working and they were interested in where Saddam Hussien hide his weapons.I thought they are American agents and they wanted only some secrets.It was a month before the American invasion to Iraq.Then after one year they gave me a strange job as an assistant librarian in Rashid medical library in Rashid hospital.on 2005 they took me with my wife and two children to a secret door in the General police headquarter from behind the building and they tortured us by hanging all of us in a moving fans and they used electrical shocks for torturing us.They raped my wife and she became mad and now in a madness house in Baghdad after she insisted on our divorce.I came to London in 2005 and become a disabled man both psychologically and physically as I lost my hearing because of the torture and since 2005 I am a patient in the Psychological hospital of St Charles and Abbey road mental health team.They confiscated everything from me in Dubai even my clothes and books and took all my money and car .Now I am living as a penniless man .Thanks to British people as they are giving me £300 a month as Disability Living Allowance.I cant go out and face people.I am finished as a human being and tried to kill myself under the underground train in Oxford circus but two person saved me unfortunately. I wrote to many human right organizations and many law firms and solicitors to help me but all of them declined me.Please can you help me to get compensation from the prime minister of United Arab Emirate and governor of Dubai Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid Al maktoum to spend on my traetment and to continue living after that tragedy?My address professor Hamed Mosafer 66 miles buildings penfold place London NW1 6RQ .
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