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At what point does an adventure story become a horror story? Is it near the end, when you feel for the characters in the book and know how important their lives are to them? Is it when you begin to see how the beginning ties up

Hi there!

I wanted to talk more about Iran and my holiday that shall begin in a few days. Ignore those strange questions for the moment, they will hopefully make better sense later on!
I got the thinking a long time ago about what people mean by God being active in their lives. I mean *really* active in their lives. So much interference that you feel like *the laws of nature were biased towards your favour for some moments*. I've thought long and hard about this and that is the best way I can put it I think. "The laws of nature were biased", or pushed to help you. I say this, because I normally feel like the universe has its own law and all life and nature obeys it, whether people die or forests be set a light - whatever. I had this feeling a long time ago when I first stayed over my Iranian & Muslim friend's house for a weekend. Mehdi is his name, and he has an amazing, generous and hospitable family too. 

Hey there everyone! I'm thinking it may take a while before anyone reads this entry, maybe just as long as it's taking me to write it! Just like trying to start an essay - it takes forever!!

But hey let me introduce myself: My name is Sam and I live on the south-east coast of England in a city called Norwich. In only a few months I will instead be in Canterbury, which is close to London and the dock town Dover. I'll be starting university there for the second time, and will be studying Philosophy and Religious Studies. In only a few days I will be in Shiraz, which is south Iran, celebrating my friend David's wedding to an Iranian woman, Maryram. I'm in two minds of going to Iran, one half of me is excited and wonders about all the amazing things I will see and all the incredible and wonderous people I will meet. The dinner house parties, the food, and more food, the plates of fruit, the hospitality, the mosques, the bazaars, the comfy sofas, the religion and everything! - and the other half of me is absolutely terrified of the weight of it all. There's nothing I feel will go wrong, in fact I'm usually optimistic, it's rather I'm afraid of not being satisfied, like I think it won't be as good as I think it will be. I really have spiced this holiday up in my mind so I'm fixed to be disappointed I think - but what the hell, It will be a different story when I'm out there, saying "Salaam" to people.

I'm not sure what else to say in terms of an intro - there is my bio to read if you want to know more about me! Other than that, I think the best way to get to know someone is to stick with them, share their stories and experiences. I've still got lots to say about Iran and myself, but not really for an introduction so I'll put this in a seperate entry.