Beggars

These beggars you see in the streets everyday are frauds; they take your money, waste your time, hurt your feelings and what is worse is that they abuse your humanitarian attitudes to achieve their goal: Earning money in a way that will hurt others both emotionally and economically.

More or less, all of us have been fooled by these beggars whom I like to address as thieves. Their job is one of the most evil jobs man has ever experienced to earn a living. They don't try to earn an honest penny because they find it easier to steal from others. And what is interesting is that they usually make a fortune out of what they do after some years. Anyway, the reason I have decided to write something about these frauds is a recent experience.

Here is my experience. About four months ago, when I was walking in the street, a man with a child of about 7-8 years of age came to me and said:"az shahrestan umadam.mikham beram molaghate kasi bimarestan.keraie taxi nadaram.in bache goshnast.komakam kon" as it is obvious, his sentences didn't fit together and it was crystal clear that he was lying; therefore, I decided to get rid of him by using a trick. I had a tennis ball in my hand .I told him that I had no money and offered him to take the ball if he wanted (that I thought he would certainly refuse and then I could get rid of him) surprisingly he accepted my offer—a really generous one-- in no time and said that he would give it to the child. (Of course he didn't do so.)Completely shocked and surprised, I took my way home. Time passed and just some days ago again I saw the very man with the very boy and the very clothes. I was talking on the telephone in a phone booth. Like the previous time he came to me and said:"in bache ro amal kardam.alan mikham daruhasho begiram.pul nadaram.mituni un karte telefonet ro be man bedi?" his sentences were both funny and silly. If an operation has just been done on the child, how can he walk now? What is the relationship between needing money and telephone card? Anyway, I firmly said no to him but he insisted on his request but as I knew him, I left him and didn't give him the card.

Based on this experience I concluded that they take whatever that comes in their way. It can be a tennis ball, a telephone card, a piece of bread or anything that you can imagine. At the end of the day, I think we should be more careful not to be fooled by different kinds of frauds we see everyday.

Tears of a lover

What has happened to me? What has happened to an energetic, cheerful boy that has turned him to a quiet, sad, desperate one?

Some weeks ago everything was o.k. I was happy and all the time joking with others about different things, but in a moment everything changed. My heart stopped beating for a second or two. I felt cold and my eyes couldn't return from the direction they had gone into a second before. After this lovely moment everything changed. Now I can't laugh anymore. I just pretend to be laughing. I'm all the time crying and I have no power over it and I can't stop that. My tears smoothly slip down my cheeks fondling my face. I'm all the time worried about the fact that someone would see my tears so I try to hide my eyes behind my trembling hands. I can't understand what happened at that beautiful moment; I can't understand whose fault is it that my heart is stolen. Is it my fault? Or is it some one else's fault? Am I guilty for I let my heart be an angel's palace? Or maybe my eyes are guilty for they stared at a pretty angel and couldn't help stopping. Is that pretty angel guilty for stealing my heart? Oh, she didn't steal it .I myself gifted it to her. In fact it was the smallest thing I could do. I think nobody is guilty. I think I'm like a prey that has trapped himself in the predator's trap voluntarily.

Now it's too late to think about whose fault it is and who is guilty. It's time to find the road to the predator's house for the predator doesn't know that her prey is waiting for her to free him from the trap that she has laid. A trap that its noose is the heavenly power of her glassy, beautiful eyes and her brilliant, captivating smile.

persian poet quots:

توی آسمون عشقم غیر تو پرنده ای نیست روی خاموشی لب هام جز تو اسم دیگه ای نیست
توی قلب من عزیزم هیچ کسی جایی نداره دل عاشقم به جز تو هیچ کسی رو دوست نداره

P.S.This is a romantic post which is only the imaginations of the author.It is not real and the things mentioned in the post are not the thoughts or the feelings of the author.