Ruodabeh.blogfa.com Website Review

Dear friends Hello. I live in Montreal, Canada, and I try to write something from time to time, but to the readers, especially the departed migrants. At first I thought that I could use it as a memorandum, but now I came to the conclusion that it was not at all. The diary was in the office of the year and a half that I immigrated and came to Canada. In this short time I got almost the things that I wanted to be (remarkable for the compatriots who are prejudiced). I'm not at all dissatisfied with living outside of my country. Oh, and not moaning, I write just and only facts that I'm sure many immigrant compatriots are not willing to admit and write the facts. But the main purpose of writing why is this post: I have a few people who have been living abroad for more than 30 years. Good work and good times are going well. Before I live abroad, I always said to myself, Why, whoever they are going to be, are desperate and unconscious? Why do you remember the hills and places where they grew up and spend their child? Why do parents remember their memories and do not care about them, for example, they are sick or have problems. Why so easy to pas* through so many important issues (in my opinion, that I live in Iran) and without