I think I have already been accused of not serving my country several times in the forum

. Simply, there is very little use for me in Iran. I did not reach this conclusion in Canada but when I was teaching at Azad University in Fasa well over 10 years ago. I thaught some 3rd- and 4th-year courses there including Communication Circuits and Electronics III . I was feeling really bad teaching all those complicated nonsense to some students who had no need for such a knowlege in their life yet they had paied a lot of money for being in the university. I felt I was part of a big circus
I would leave the Azad University campus for a couple of hours each day to go and sit next to a small river there. I would then think and think and think and think... trying to understand this whole mess which was my life, and my role as a small and insignificant human being in it ... There was no conclusion but utter depression. As time passed, I gave up and let go with everything... I started just drifting with life like a person who has fallen in the ocean whould... I had decided -against my family and my friends recommendations- not to go for a PhD program in Iran as I believed it was (still is?) a pure waste of time and a big joke.
I had decided to go back to my hometown after finishing my masters degree and tend our family garden instead of teaching in a university or doing a technical job. I had no derive for living nor any desire to join the "smart people" (=liars & thieves) which were filling all the corners of the society .... Clearly, the socity had no room for me. I was like the
ugly duckling in the famous childeren's story. I felt so stupid having achived all those academic successes of the past: ranking No 1 in my highschool, ranking among the Top 10 in the National Concourse, doing original reaserch in signal processing during my masters degree, and writing an English thesis.
In the middle of all these, some powerful waves (God's plans?) came in and shoot me 20,000 kms away to a differnt land ... Starting from "zero" here was not easy either but little by little my depression faded away and my self-confidence came back. I still don't know where my life will lead and whether I will stay in Canada, go to US or maybe even come back to Iran. But, whatever happens, I will not forget how my homeland country misstreated me.

I might forgive Her, but I cannot forget. So, anybody can go a head and call me names. I don't care. I am proud of what I have done in the past and what I am doing now. Shame is on those who steal the countriy's wealth and resources, lie to its people and force its brightest sons and daughters to depression, not on those who contribute to science and make it available to the public for free.