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enThis user is a native speaker of the English language.
fa-2دانش فارسی این کاربر در سطح متوسط است.
es-3Este usuario puede contribuir con un nivel avanzado de español.
fr-1Cet utilisateur peut contribuer avec un niveau élémentaire de français.
This user is of Iranian descent.
This user attends or attended
the University of Michigan.

Hello.

My name is Babak, and I have been a Wikipedian for roughly three months. I attend the University of Michigan, which is located in Ann Arbor, Michigan. I primarily edit articles relating to Islam or Iran. I cannot really think of anything else to put here, but if you need to contact me, then please do.

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Fx This user contributes using Mozilla Firefox.
This user sleeps, but not for predictable amounts of time.
Beliefs Politics
شيعةThis user is a Shia.
This user supports a binational solution to the Israeli–Palestinian Conflict.One State
X This user does not believe in the existence of human races, except as a social construct. X
This user recognizes the Palestinian right of return.
This user supports racial equality.
This user wants Turkey to join the EU.
This user advocates pacifism.
This user supports immigration and the right to travel freely upon the planet we share.
respect This user respects others' religions and realises not all people wish to follow the same path.
This user does not hug trees.
This user is straight but not narrow.
This user believes that fighting for peace is akin to fucking for virginity.

Favorite poems

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In a surrealist year
of sandwichmen and sunbathers
dead sunflowers and live telephones
house-broken politicos with party whips
performed as usual
in the rings of their sawdust circuses
where tumblers and human cannonballs
filled the air like cries
when some cool clown
pressed an inedible mushroom button
and an inaudible Sunday bomb
fell down
catching the president at his prayers
on the 19th green.

O it was a spring
of fur leaves and cobalt flowers
when cadillacs fell thru the trees like rain
drowning the meadows with madness
while out of every imitation cloud
dropped myriad wingless crowds
of nutless nagasaki survivors
and lost teacups
full of our ashes
floated by.

~Lawrence Ferlinghetti

A Valediction Forbidding Mourning.

As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
"Now his breath goes," and some say, "No."

So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.

Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears;
Men reckon what it did, and meant;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull sublunary lovers' love
—Whose soul is sense—cannot admit
Of absence, 'cause it doth remove
The thing which elemented it.

But we by a love so much refined,
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assurèd of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss.

Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th' other do.

And though it in the centre sit,
Yet, when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th' other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.

~John Donne

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