Controversy!

Many people are asking me about my blog's name.I know it's wierd.I have originally and naturally been a very shooloogh pooloogh kind of girl who has never had the ass of neshiman! and nothing could make me tired,upset or even bothered.
But now,even among all my comedy type of writing and great sense of humor,I sometimes feel like ...

Here is ghamestaane(land of sadness!) as I see it like that.
Joy and happiness which is not deeper than your face is useless,hence in spite of my shinny eyes I dont feel and dont see any reason to feel happy that deep.

let's see.May god bless me and I find a way out...

P.S:dar edaamye poste ghabli baayad begam baanoo ro peydaa kardam dar haalike daasht KFC mizad badjens,oonam tanhaayee...

Goosheyee az badbakhtihaaye man !!!!!!!!

In baanooye naazanin az inja khoshesh oomade.Har rooz sobh mano az khoone,khooneye khodam, part mikone biroon ke az dars o mashgham jaa namoonam o khodesh mire dadar!badam asraa mamoolan mirim ye Mcdonald mizanim o 600 saa@ harf mizanim o vaghti dige mikhaan oonjaa ro aab o jaaroo konan o cheraaghaa ro khaamoosh mikonan mirim khoone va taa khode sobh ver mizanim!!!!
engar rooz o azamoon gereftan!(khob albate gereftan ye jooraayee ;))))
badam mane badbakht baayad sobhe badesh bododam beram sare doktori khoondanam.
in aakhe ensaafe?? ;)))

albate man hich eteraazi nadaarama,inaa ham hamash shookhi bood.oonghadr doosesh daaram ke fekr mikonam 24 saa@ dar rooz baraaye bahash boodan kame...
khob,emrooz asri daarim mirim Bombay va aakhare shab barmigardim.ye mosaaferate ejbaariye ke man baayad beram va baanoo ham baham miyaad.

dige chi begam?mmmmmm..... felan hichi,miram ye zare doktori bekhoonam.ye zangam bezanam bebinam in khanoom kojast ;DDD.Ey khaanoom koja koja???

felan yaa ali ....

Heaven!

well,baanoo is here and only God knows how happy I am.After a long long time...we can talk for hours and hours and ...
Life is good.
Life is sometimes hell,sometimes shit.
Life is sometimes heaven!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It just depends with who you are,with who you talk and whom do you love...
Find it,catch it and keep it.Then you see the transformation of hell to heaven!

2007 problems!

YOU KNOW YOU ARE LIVING IN 2007 when...

1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.
2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.
3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of three.
4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.
5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is
that they don't have e-mail addresses.

6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if
anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.
7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the
screen.
8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have
the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you
turn around to go back and get it.
10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your
coffee.
11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )
12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.
13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this
message.
14. You are too busy to notice there was no no.9 on this list.
15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a no.9 on
this list.

belakhare oomad...

elham baanoo oomade,
chi chi aavorde?
nokhodi kishmish,
baa sedaaye chi?

baa sedaaye ghadimaa,booye Iran !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Damn true !

Pls click on the pic. to enlarge and enjoy!!!

O O !!!

Little John came into the kitchen and told his mom, "Mom, i want a bike for my birthday". Mom said, "John, go to your room and think about how you behaved this year. Then write a letter to God and tell him why you deserve a bike for your birthday". John sat down to write a letter to God.
Letter No.1 : Dear God, I have been a very good boy this year and i would like a bike for my birthday, and i want a Red one, Your friend, John.
John knew he had not been a good boy that year, so he tore up that letter and started a new one.
Letter No.2 : Dear God, I have been an "OK" boy this year. I still would like a bike for my birthday.
He knew that was not true either, so he tore up that one and started another.
Letter No.3 : Dear God, I know i have not been a good boy this year. But i promise i will be a good boy if you give me a bike for my birthday.
He knew he can never be a good boy and that letter wont get him a bike. So, he tore up that one too. He went out of the house, walked down the street to the church and went up to the altar. He looked around to see if anyone was watching him. He bend down and picked up the statue of the Virgin Mary, slipped it under his shirt, ran out of the church, down the street, into his house and up to his room. He began a new letter to God :
Dear God, I HAVE GOT YOUR MOM. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND ME A RED BIKE. Signed, YOU KNOW WHO!

Man hich tozihi nemidam!!!

Thoes who have been away from home for couple of years can suffer as much as me!

wishhhhhhh...

ye toop daaram ghelgheli nist,
sorkh o sefid o aabi nist,
mizanam zamin havaa nemire,
midoonam ke taa dooraa nemire.

man in toop o nadaashtam,
mashghaamo khoob neveshtam,
babam nabood behem eydi bede,
ye toope ghelgheli bede...

sometimes I miss my dad so much that I can't breathe.
I dont know where he is and what he is doing!,but I wish him the best.
I wish he enjoys his new life out there ,out where? I dont know...

Bullshit!

I got some very bad new this morning which made me sick !!!!!!!!!! va moshkel injaast ke amalan kheyli ham nemitoonam kaari bokonam.
ah,
in zendegi taa miyaad ye haali be aadam bede,hamchin taa tahe ostokhoone maatahte aadam ro misoozoone va az damaaghe aadam dar miyaare...

That's why I always say we shouldn't trust this life and the species inside!

Valentine-e khod raa chegoone gozaraandeyeed???

khob man dirooz ye valentine-e khoob daashtam.

Baa khaale raashin raftim film-e Deja Vu ro didim ke kheyli vaght bood montazeresh boodim ta release beshe.
film khoob bood faghat ye name gij shodim va taa aakhare shab daashtim saresh baa ham bahs mikardim.badam raftim McDonalds va taa kherkhere khordim va badam chon har lahze ehtemaal daasht beterekim,raftim do taa coffee ham roosh khordim ke dige takmil shim!!!!

nemidoonam hala in valentine bood yaa na vali khosh gozasht.

hala mikham ye matlab dar baareye maniye Deja vu baraatoon bezaaram ke badak nist:

Déjà vu is French for "already seen." Déjà vu is an uncanny feeling or illusion of having already seen or experienced something that is being experienced for the first time. If we assume that the experience is actually of a remembered event, then déjà vu probably occurs because an original experience was neither fully attended to nor elaborately encoded in memory. If so, then it would seem most likely that the present situation triggers the recollection of a fragment from one's past. The experience may seem uncanny if the memory is so fragmented that no strong connections can be made between the fragment and other memories. Thus, the feeling that one has been there before is often due to the fact that one has been there before. One has simply forgotten most of the original experience because one was not paying close attention the first time. The original experience may even have occurred only seconds or minutes earlier. On the other hand, the déjà vu experience may be due to having seen pictures or heard vivid stories many years earlier. The experience may be part of the dim recollections of childhood.
However, it is possible that the déjà vu feeling is triggered by a neurochemical action in the brain that is not connected to any actual experience in the past. One feels strange and identifies the feeling with a memory, even though the experience is completely new.
The term was applied by Emile Boirac (1851-1917), who had strong interests in psychic phenomena. Boirac's term directs our attention to the past. However, a little reflection reveals that what is unique about déjà vu is not something from the past but something in the present, namely, the strange feeling one has. We often have experiences the novelty of which is unclear. In such cases we may have been led to ask such questions as, "Have I read this book before?" "Is this an episode of Inspector Morse I've seen before?" "This place looks familiar; have I been here before?" Yet, these experiences are not accompanied by an uncanny feeling. We may feel a bit confused, but the feeling associated with the déjà vu experience is not one of confusion; it is one of strangeness. There is nothing strange about not remembering whether you've read a book before, especially if you are fifty years old and have read thousands of books over your lifetime. In the déjà vu experience, however, we feel strange because we don't think we should feel familiar with the present perception. That sense of inappropriateness is not present when one is simply unclear whether one has read a book or seen a film before.

Pre-school test!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pre-school children were asked the following question:

"In which direction is the bus pictured above is traveling?"


Look carefully at the picture.
Do you know the answer?
(The only possible answers are "left" or "right.")


Think about it
Still don't know?
Okay, I'll tell you.

The pre-schoolers all answered "left."
When asked, "Why do you think the bus is traveling in the left direction?"
They answered:
"Because you can't see the door."


How do you feel now ???
I know, me too.

Chinese Name confusion!!!!!!!!!!!!

Caller: Hello, can I speak to Annie Wan ?
Operator: Yes, you can speak to me.
Caller : No, I want to speak to Annie Wan!
Operator: Yes I understand you want to speak to anyone. You can speak to me. Who is this?
Caller: I'm Sam Wan . And I need to talk to Annie Wan! It's urgent.
Operator : I know you are someone and you want to talk to anyone ! But what's this urgent matter about?
Caller : Well... just tell my sister Annie Wan that our brother Noe Wan was involved in an accident. Noe Wan got injured and now Noe Wan is being sent to the hospital.
Operator : Look, if no one was injured and no one was sent to the hospital, then the accident isn't an urgent matter! You may find this hilarious but I don't have time for this!
Caller: You are so rude! Who are you?
Operator: I'm Saw Ree.
Caller: Yes! You should be sorry . Now give me your name!!
Operator: That's what I said. I'm Saw Ree .
Caller: O h.....God.......

Ajib vali vaaghe-ee!!!

salam,
haalet khoobe?
damaaghet chaaghe?
zendegi roo be raast?
baahaash haal mikoni?

khob,pas moshkeli nist!
salam beresoon,
khodaafez........

the Holiday!

ah,
chand rooze ke hey daram be khodam mige na,dorost mishe.
be khodam hey mighabooloonam ke har chizi ye raahi daare va hich moshkeli nist ke hal nashe.
Dishab ham film-e The Hiliday ro didam ke be tarze shadidan happy endaaneyee hameye oonaayee ke baayad be ham residan va baghiye ham raftan ghaaz becheroonan!
kholaase inke zaaheran mishe entezaar daasht ke ye seri ettefaaghaaye khoob baraaye aadam biyoftan,mishe omidvaar bood ke moshkelaa hal beshan va mishe aarezoo kard...

ah,
vali pas chera nemishe??
mordam az bas film baazi kardam!raastesh dige khodamo yaadam nemiyaad!!!!
be ghole khale neda be jaaye maraatebe success shayad behtar bood dar baareye shekast benevisam...

What does success mean to you??

At Age 4...... Success is... Not peeing in your pants
At Age 6...... Success is... Finding your way home (From school)
At Age 12.... Success is... Having friends
At Age 18.... Success is... Having a driver's license
At Age 20.....Success is... Having sex
At Age 35.....Success is... Having money
At Age 45.....Success is... Having money
At Age 55.....Success is... Having money
At Age 60.....Success is... Having sex
At Age 65.....Success is... Keeping a driver's license
At Age 70.....Success is... Having friends
At Age 75.....Success is... Finding your way home (From anywhere)
At Age 80.....Success is... Not peeing in your pants.

The Difference ...

By Grace L. Naessens

I got up early one morning
and rushed right into the day;
I had so much to accomplish
that I didn't have time to pray.

Problems just tumbled about me,
and heavier came each task.
Why doesn't God help me I wondered.
He answered, You didn't ask.

I wanted to see joy and beauty,
but the day toiled on, gray and bleak;
I wondered why God didn't show me.
He said, But you didn't seek.

I tried to come into God's presence
I used all my keys at the lock.
God gently and lovingly chided
My child, you didn't knock.

I woke up early this morning,
and paused before entering the day;
I had so much to accomplish
that I had to take time to pray.

misusing of math!

My Dear Love,

Yesterday, I was passing by your rectangular house in trigonometric lane. There I saw you with your cute circular face, conical nose and spherical eyes, standing in your triangular garden.
Before seeing you, my heart was a null set, but when a vector of magnitude (likeness) from your eyes at a deviation of theta radians made a tangent to my heart, it differentiated.
My love for you is a quadratic equation with real roots, which only you can solve by making good binary relation with me. The cosine of my love for you extends to infinity. I promise that I should not resolve you into partial functions but if I do so, you can integrate me by applying the limits from zero to infinity.
You are as essential to me as an element to a set. The geometry of my life revolves around your acute personality. My love, if you do n ot meet me at parabola restaurant on date 10 at sunset, when the sun is making an angle of 160 degrees, my heart would be like a solved polynomial of degree 10. With love from your higher order derivatives of maxima and minima, of an unknown function.

Yours ever loving,
Pythagoras

A close friend!

Last night while talkig over phone for more than 2 hrs !!! ,my friend and I concluded that everyone needs to love and to be loved in life.
We came to know that what is the deffinition of a very close friend(dooste samimi).
A close friend is the one whom you can talk about your personal life easily.
A close friend is the one who you trust.
A close freind ...
A close friend is within you,similar to you.
A clsoe friend is worring about you,thinking about you...
A close friend is always there,in your blood,in your breaths...
A close friend is kind,serious,angree and ... when is needed.
A close friend is always there for you.
oooppppphhhhhhh,
I can write till morning.

How many close friends do you have,honestly????!!!!

Last night,we came to know that we can enjoy our even bullshit life easilly!!!
We may just need to share it with a close friend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Isn't it perfect!

A man checked into a hotel. There was a computer in his room, so hedecided to send an e-mail to his wife. However, he accidentally typed awrong e-mail address, and without realizing his error, he sent the e-mail.
Meanwhile....Somewhere in Houston , a widow had just returned from herhusband's funeral. The widow decided to check her e-mail, expectingcondolence messages from relatives and friends. After reading the 1stmessage, she fainted.
The widow's son rushed into the room found his motheron the floor and saw the computer screen which read:


To: My Loving Wife
Subject: I've reached
Date: January 31, 2004

I know you're surprised to hear from me. They have computers here; we areallowed to send e-mails to loved ones. I've just reached and havechecked in. I see that everything has been prepared for your arrivaltomorrow. Looking forward to see you TOMORROW!

Your loving Hubby!

cool !

you read it line by line and enjoy!

roode dard!

man az inke yeho naapadid shodam mazerat mikhaam.
raastesh az sobhe shanbe taa haalaa dochaare yejoor darde bidarmoon shodam ke nahaayatan ye joor ofoonate roode tashkhis daade shod!!!! va albate darde deli keshideam ke napors!!!!
albate emrooz kheyli behtaram va fekr konam dar tavaanam baashe ke defaae sharmin ro beram.

felan bye taa bebinim badan chi mishe.

yaa ali!

Facelift !!!!!!!!!!

A woman decides to have a facelift for her 50th birthday. She Spends $15,000 and feels pretty good about the results.
On her way home, she stops at a newsstand to buy a newspaper.
Before leaving, she says to the clerk, "I hope you don't mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?"
"About 32," is the reply.
"Nope! I'm exactly 50," the woman says happily.
A little while later she goes into McDonald's and asks the counter girl the very same question.
The girl replies, "I'd guess about 29."
The woman replies with a big smile, "Nope, I'm 50."
Now she's feeling really good about herself. She stops in a drug store on her way down the street. She goes up to the counter to get some mints and asks the clerk this burning question.
The clerk responds, "Oh, I'd say 30."
Again she proudly responds, "I'm 50, but thank you!"
While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks an old man waiting next to her the same question.
He replies, "Lady, I'm 78 and my eyesight is going. Although, when I was young, there was a surefire way to tell how old a woman was. It sounds very forward, but it requires you to let me put my hands under your bra. Then, and only then can I tell you EXACTLY how old you are."
They wait in silence on the empty street until her curiosity gets the best of her. She finally blurts out, "What the hell, go ahead."
He slips both of his hands under her blouse and begins to feel around very slowly and carefully. He bounces and weighs each breast and he gently pinches each nipple. He pushes her breasts together and rubs them against each other.
After a couple of minutes of this, she says, "Okay, okay...How old am I?"
He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his hands, and says, "Madam, you are 50."
Stunned and amazed, the woman says, "That was incredible, how could you tell?"
The old man says, "Promise you won't get mad?"
"I promise I won't," she says.
"I was behind you in line at McDonald's."

Cool!!!!

I was barely sitting down when I heard a voice from the other
stall saying: "Hi, how are you?"

I'm not the type to start a conversation in the men's restroom
but I don't know what got into me, so I answered, somewhat embarrassed, "Doin' just fine!"

And the other guy says: "So what are you up to?"

What kind of question is that? At that point, I'm thinking this
is too bizarre so I say: "Uhhh, I'm like you, just traveling!"

At this point I am just trying to get out as fast as I can when I
hear another question. "Can I come over?"

Ok, this question is just too weird for me but I figured I could
just be polite and end the conversation. I tell him, "No........I'm a little busy right now!!!"

Then I hear the guy say nervously...

"Listen, I'll have to call you back. There's an idiot in the other
stall who keeps answering all my questions!!!"

رحم اجاره ای، هشت ميليون تومان

اجاره رحم، انتقال يک يا تعداد بيشتری از جنين های حاصل از لقاح تخمک و اسپرم زوج نابارور به رحم يک زن ديگر است . در اين حالت فرد اجاره دهنده رحم، تنها يک ميزبان برای جنين می باشد و از نظر ژنتيکی هيچ گونه مشارکتی با جنين حاصله ندارد.
زوجهايی که دست به اين کار می زنند، همسرانشان بدون رحم هستند يا به دلايلی رحم شان با جراحی برداشته شده است و يا اينکه به دليل بيماريهای مختلف مثل ديابت، بيماری قلبی، فشار خون يا بيماريهای بدخيم قادر به حمل جنين نيستند.
در واقع در اجاره رحم، اسپرم پدر با تخمک مادر در محيط آزمايشگاهی لقاح داده می شود و جنين حاصله در رحم زن ديگری که قابليت بچه دار شدن را داشته باشد جايگزين می شود و نوزاد متولد شده خصوصيات ژنتکی پدر و مادر خود را به ارث می برد.
البته به گفته پزشکان، اگر چه فرد حامل جنين از لحاظ چهره و به لحاظ فيزيکی و ژنتيکی تاثيری بروی جنين نمی گذارد، از لحاظ روحی و روانی تا حدی می تواند بر جنين تاثير گذار باشد.
زوج هايی که خواهان اهداء جنين هستند از لحاظ پزشکی بايد نسبت به وضعيت بيماری های عفونی نظير مثبت بودن HIV، بيماری های ويروسی، ژنتيکی و سلامتی جسمانی مورد بررسی قرار گيرند و در صورت عدم مشکل در اين زمنيه ها از جنين های آنها استفاده شود.
مشکلات اجاره دهندگان رحم

در مراکز ناباروری، مسئولين و پزشکان معمولا درباره روش درمان ناباروری با شيوه "رحم اجاره ای" حرف می زنند ولی از زنان اجاره دهنده، مسائل و مشکلات آنها سخنی به ميان نمی آيد. می گويند اجاره رحم يکی از بهترين شيوه های درمان ناباروری است و خانواده های بسياری را صاحب بچه کرده است و استقبال از آن زياد است.
آنها ادعا می کنند که تبعات پزشکی اين شيوه را در زنان اجاره دهنده بررسی کرده و مشکلی وجود ندارد علاوه بر آن اين زنان تحت مراقبت و مسئوليت اين مراکز هستند

اکرم: چاره ای جز اجاره دادن رحمم ندارم

در يکی از اين مراکز، زنی از مدتی پيش روی نيمکت کنار در نشسته، زنی سی و چند ساله، با اندامی لاغر و تقريبا نحيف، بزک کرده با صورتی رنگ باخته و ماتيک قرمز.
چادر مشکی به سر دارد بلند قد، پيراهنش شبيه کيسه است: دو رديف چين در جلو با يقه ای پهن و دامنی سجافدار و گشاد، با مغزی های افقی به رنگ عنابی، چادرش را که باز و بسته می کند به پيراهنش کمربند دارد، که البته از ريخت می اندازدش، اين پيراهن در واقع به او جلوه ای ابدی بخشيده است. مردی با کفش های خاک گرفته مدام می آيد بالای سر زن و بر می گردد. لابد شوهرش است. رحم اين زن قرار است اجاره داده شود.
چادر مشکی را با چنان شدتی به دور خود پيچيده که گويااز سمتی که من متوجه نيستم باد تندی می وزد.
به رحم اين زن ۲۰ روز ديگر جنينی اهدا می شود.

اکرم در يکی از شهرک های اطراف کرج زندگی می کند. ۳۵ يا ۳۶ ساله است. سه تا بچه دارد. وقتی به خانه اش وارد می شوم دختر ۷ ساله اش وسط اتاق در حال نماز خواندن است. ازش می پرسم برای چه نماز می خواندی؟ می گويد: دعا می کنم که خدا پول بده.
اکرم حال خوشی ندارد. رنگ پريده تر و آشفته تر از زمانی است که او را در مرکز درمان ناباروری ديدم . جويای حالش می شوم.
اکرم می گويد: نمی دانم چه کنم. نگرانم . نگران زندگيم. تا کی می توانيم ادامه دهيم!
شوهرش ديابت دارد صورتش باد کرده است. شغلش آزاد است؛ رنگ کار چوب. با ۲۵ سال سابقه کار بيمه نيست. بيش از دو سال است که از کار افتاده و هزينه درمان و زندگی اش را برادر و دوستانش تامين می کنند. اين خانواده در يک خانه ۶۵ متری با سه ميليون پول پيش و ماهی ۶۰ هزار تومان اجاره در شهريار کرج زندگی می کند و کليه هزينه های زندگی به جهت از کار افتادگی و بيماری مرد توسط خانواده و دوستان تامين می شود.
اکرم می گويد: چاره ای جز اجاره دادن رحمم ندارم. زندگيم در دو سال اخير به نابودی کشيده شده. يک آب خوش از گلوم پايين نرفته. دختر بزرگم بايد شوهر کند و دانشگاه برود، پسرم خرج دارد، اين دختر کوچک هم که کلاس اول است. نمی شود بدون پول زندگی کرد. شوهرم سالها کار کرده و اين اوضاع و احوال ما است حالا من کاری از دستم بر می آيد که برای زندگی ام انجام دهم.
می پرسم: مگر شوهرت در طی ۲۵ سال ، قسمتی از بدنش را برای تامين هزينه های خانواده اجاره داده که تو می خواهی اين کار را انجام دهی؟

می گويد: کاری از من ساخته نيست تنها می توانم بچه درست کنم.
اکرم تمام مدت که در خانه اش نشسته، نگران و ماتم زده است. دست هايش را می فشرد و سپس دستش را روی فرش می کشد و آشغال های فر ش را می گيرد. می گويد: مادر شوهرم يک ماهه اينجاست. نبايد بفهمد. لطفا بلند صحبت نکنيد! به خاطر دخترهايم اين کار را می کنم.
می پرسم: نه ماه بچه را حمل می کنی و بعد می دهی به ديگران؟

اکرم با تشويش می گويد: اصلا مهم نيست، به پولش احتياج داريم. من فقط به دنيا می آورمش.
مهدی، شوهر اکرم می گويد: ۹ ماه بچه در شکم زن من است. ما با او انس می گيريم و بعد ولش می کنيم بره .. او بهر حال بچه منه و ما فکر می کنيم بچمون مرده. اگر اين فکر را نکنم بايد برم دنبالش. اين پول ما را به عرش نمی رساند. يک نمره از زير صفر می کشد بالا.
مهدی ۴۳ سال دارد و نمی تواند زياد حرف بزند و بنشيند. می پرسم آيا همسايه ها فاميل و يا بچه هايتان از جريان مطلع هستند.
می گويد: هيچ کس چيزی نمی داند. بچه که به دنيا آيد می گوييم مرده. اين رازی است بين من و زنم. ادامه می دهد: تنها رازی که در زندگی ما وجود دارد و اگر فاش شود تمام هستی ام را از دست می دهم. اين کار خلاف شرع و قانون نيست اما خانواده ام آن را کمتر از خلاف شرع نمی دانند!
اکرم بابت اجاره رحمش پنج ميليون تومان دريافت می کند و کليه هزينه های زندگی اش از جمله خوراک، اجاره خانه به مدت ۹ ماه، مراجعه به پزشک و ساير هزينه ها توسط خانواده درخواست کننده رحم تامين می شود.
اين در حالی است که سکينه، زنی که نقش واسطه را بين اجاره کننده و اجاره دهنده رحم بازی می کند، گفت که برای اجاره رحم اکرم هشت و نيم ميليون تومان توافق شده است.

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