Sari County (Persian: شهرستان ساری) is a county in Mazandaran Province in Iran. The capital of the county is Sari. At the 2006 census, the county's population (including portions later split off to form Miandorud County) was 490,830, in 132,919 families; excluding those portions, the population was 436,968, in 118,695 families. The county is subdivided into four districts: the Central District, Kolijan Rostaq District, Dodangeh District, and Chahardangeh District. The county has three cities: Sari, Kiasar, and Farim.
Blessed Mother Teresa of Calcutta (Albanian: Nënë Tereza) as she is known to the Catholic Church, or Mother Teresa as she is commonly known, was born Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu (pronounced [aɡˈnɛs ˈɡɔndʒa bɔjaˈdʒiu]). Although born on the 26 August 1910, she considered 27 August, the day she was baptized, to be her "true birthday". “By blood, I am Albanian. By citizenship, an Indian. By faith, I am a Catholic nun. As to my calling, I belong to the world. As to my heart, I belong entirely to the Heart of Jesus.” Mother Teresa died on 5 September 1997 and is not yet a Catholic Saint. In late 2003, the leaders of the church completed the process of beatification, the third step toward possible sainthood. A second miracle credited to Mother Teresa is required before she can be recognized as a saint by the Catholic church.
Mother Teresa founded the Missionaries of Charity, a Roman Catholic religious congregation, which in 2012 consisted of over 4,500 sisters and is active in 133 countries. Members of the order must adhere to the vows of chastity, poverty and obedience, and the fourth vow, to give "Wholehearted and Free service to the poorest of the poor". The Missionaries of Charity at the time of her death had 610 missions in 123 countries including hospices and homes for people with HIV/AIDS, leprosy and tuberculosis, soup kitchens, children's and family counselling programmes, orphanages and schools.
Are you ready to kill ?
Are you able to shoot
You know later you will
be running through the wood
You will kill everyone you'll see, is it hard to do ?
Sorry I can't, it's not human,
I won't kill women and children
So keep your gun
Tell me why you're afraid
aren't you an outlaw
What happens in your head,
you're a criminal I know
Don't you remember what you said: "The world is a hole"
I hate the world, I hate people
But I'm just a man like others
Not a killer
You won't be a killer,
you will be a hero
Because they are monsters
they like to kill, they like the war
You must destroy these cruel people, your heart's not a stone
I don't think that they're all so bad
You know I would rather be dead
Than kill these men
Serekunda is een stad
Met straten zonder namen
Nachten zonder licht
En huizen zonder ramen
Maar de deuren staan open
En het eten staat klaar
En alles wat ik ken krijgt hier
Een andere naam
De vrouwen lopen langzaam
Om langer mooi te zijn
Op het ritme van de hitte
Aan de rand van de woestijn
Ik eet met mijn handen
Ik zit op de grond
Ik praat met mijn ogen
Ik drink van haar mond
Want ze lacht naar mij
Ze danst voor mij
Ze kijkt naar mij
Ze zingt voor mij
De nacht is helder
De maan die lacht
Ik zie de sterren aan de hemel
Door de gaten in het dak
En de vrouwen zingen zacht
Want ze zingen wat ze zijn
Op het ritme van de hitte
Aan de rand van de woestijn
En als het regent... Danst het water
In de doodgewaande bedding
Van een machtige rivier
En als het regent
Dansen alle vrouwen
Want een hemel zonder wolken
So You're Gonna Die; Ordinary World ('06); Trk 19
[Refrain 1: Everybody's gonna die; don't it make you wanna cry; don't it make you wanna, kick, and scream, and act obscene in everyway-ay; before they put in the grave].
[Refrain 2: Not everybody's gonna live, 'cause livin' is for the rich, but everybody's gonna suffer, suffer something fierce, and pass away-ay; and then they'll dump you in the grave].
[Chorus: But before we have gone; we can everyone sing along; we can sing because, someday we'll be gone. And before we have gone; we can everyone sing along; we can sing because, someday we'll be gone].
Everybody's gonna die, stick a needle in the eye, poke at the cuts, and tell them not to drive us nuts, until we're gone, and the goin's slow. Not everybody's gonna live, 'cause livin's hard when you're in-volved with the bubble; we can't bust the bubbles, till we're gone, and the goin's slow.
[Chorus].
And it breaks our heart; or it makes us laugh; or it makes some die; or it drives us ma-a-a-a-ad; it's a lonesome song; and it brings us down, down, down, down; down, down, down, down; down, down; down, down; down, down; down, down, down, down.
[Bridge].
[Refrain 1].
[Refrain 2].