Song With Me To Travel With You2

2017 year after the end of  our Nowrouz

LOC: A cafe' in Shiraz

Time: 11 A.M

For the second time, Mahshid and I saw together again. I wanted to go to Tehran  and that date had been made just somehow to clear what should we do? When do I can talk to Ali? What was the plane of them? I hopefully supposed that she was going to say his phone number and he will call you soon. But all things went surprisingly. She said that your borther's suggest (Mohammad) was that they (Ali and me) ahould not talk actually.

On that time, Trump was the president of U.S.A. Iranian travelling to U.S.A has been banned and we are faced to a serious problem.  We found that Ali can not  come to Iran. Besides, due to the suggestion of my brother who had said it iwas better if we did not tlak together, everything was messed up

 

 Now, we are meet to the second problem. I was wondering why did my brother tell her some thing like this? My family was open-minded, why my brother did not consult his family. I think he must ask my idea. Because of this, Ali have said before he come to Iran, he prefer not to talk with me.

When I found that there are two problem which any of them can not be solved, I had to accept their idea and go to Tehran without any hope. All times, all seconds, Mahshid and me talk on Telegram. Shewas sending his pictures to me and I involve in his love more and more. She was conveying his messages to me and I imagine him like the best man and friend. She was speaking about his behaviors, habbits, interests and I was fnding him closer and closer to me. In a day, I cried and sent a music to Mahshid and asked her to forward it to Ali. After that, she sent me a screenshot of their messages on Whatsapp.

I made more tired and more disappointed than before. Therewere a huge distance  between us. Nothing made me happy anymore. Trupm had been imposed more strict restrictions on Iranian and the distance was been more and more.

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Song With Me To Travel With You3

2016 year

LOC: Dormitory of Art University of Tehran / Iran

Time: 10:00 P.M

I was sitting behind my laptop and going to work on my thesis. Eventualy, my brother called me by phone. He asked me to send him some of my portraite pictures from myself. I could guess what is exactly his goal. Without any further question, I sent him. After one hour, my sister was calling me. She explained about my brother's request. She said that his friend had wanted to act as a suitor for me from my brother!
In that time, I did not have any sense about this hapening. Infact, I did not care about it. Even I remember that when my sister had set a date with that girl (Mahshid) in Shiraz, I had a plan to go to a mountain in the north of Iran. they wanted to speak about me and her brother (Ali), who was stusying in U.S.A in PHD at Delawre University.
They had talked together how we are, such an example, both of us love traveling, going mountaining, he and his family had ever liked to get familiar with a family who originally were Qashqaei (a nomad in the south west of Iran).
After I came back from my trip, My sister told me all thing about her family. It seems that every thing had being gone well.
Little by little, the time came close to Nowruz (Persian new year), Mahshid called me once and we were supposed to meet each other for the first time. I came back from Tehran where I had studied to shiraz where my family had lived.
Finally, we saw each other. I remember my sister came with me on that date, too. We talked a lot aboyt every single thing which was connected to us ( Ali and me). Actually, his sister was  somehow his embassadar. She told me, he likes traveling, going mountain and has a bright perspective for hisself. In the first date, every thing was well and I was thinking and wondering how he is like me; his thoughts, his favorites and goals.

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US AND THEM

The letter and email as the new form of letter have always been one of the best tools in the world communication. Suppose that you will get a letter in fully ignorance. You do not know who it is from and you do not know what is written inside it.
I have gotten an email two days ago. The letter had mentioned my content of my Instagram page which this is really great, pkesse come and cooperate with us. How? Just take some photoes and promote our brand with some your stories. They said we also offer you a discount code for yourself and your followers. Who is this email from? An authentic mayo and bikiny brand in Sweden.
As a matter of fact, The letter was strange and a bit of funny to me. However, it hitted me all my society's disillusionment on my head  like a hammer.

I wish I could tell them that I neither think about bikiny and mayo nor the brand of them. There is no place on list of my dreams. I wanted to say I do not know what was amazing on my page, but it gives all people a sense of bitter. I would like to tell them I wish my dreams were like yourcomfort and concerns. Please see a little more news and realize politics. Do not know that we have turned on blacklist again (FATF).

To his response to their next email, I should ask do you sell credit? What about peace? Actually,  I am looking for some honesty phenomena, please pach it all at one, I will definitely buy it! I promise to promote it all with my hearth! Instead, you give me a discount code to buy some credit and a little peace and honestly!

BREATH YOUR DREAMS

The weather is rainy in Shiraz and after three months compulsory staying at home because of my backache, I would like to go to Hafezieh tomb in this nice weather and I can imagine how spectacular is Hafezieh in these moments. I went there and after trying to take some rainy pictures, I talked with my French friend and sent him my videos and pictures. After his expressing his happiness from the rainy weather, he tells me that it is good news and I can realize your pleasure about this rain. He says that the rain comes down once every two days in here (Paris). He sends me a laugh sticker and continues I can guess if you were in here, you would enjoy this weather.

 

This smile mekes me think and reminds me a few days ago, when I had talked to Samaneh about the kind of air which has left over, also waters, rivers and seas that will be over. A freedom which we should not  seek it 

After a while, I ask her what about Tehran? Is ir rainy too? And she answers me that all time which she had talked to me, she had walked under drizzling and fine rain!

 

After a second, I tell her Pity! There is no more winter in Iran. And the condition of Shiraz is really more poor than every where, the drough will be certain...

 

I remember the dreams that we have made together, I remember we have made a date for early August to travel with our backpacks and  breath some where in a good weather. I remember I have told her to find out Zermatt and Materhorne mountain.

 

I think we had tried to go back to our dreams and had promised ourself  to dreams' substantiating. They were the only things that were still alive in their season and we could breath them.