Fire

آری، آری ، زندگی زیباست زندگی آتشگهی دیرنده پا برجاست گر بیفروزیش، رقص شعله اش در هر کران پیداست ورنه، خاموش است وخاموشی گناه ماست سیاوش کسرایی / / / / / Life is like fire, can burns forever. If we turn it on we can see flame dances from far away, other wise its dark and thats our fault.

last night we went to a firends house. The father of the house, who has 7 kids, was telling us that his older kids are graduating and he wants them to move out, but they don't and they say, they want to stay at house. ( however, I don't know how much the father want his kids to move on. It seems that that parent want the kids to be around them)
And then my dad turned back to him and told him that my doughter has moved out for 1.5- 2 years, and within all these time i've been to her place only once. and then he countinued : there is this persian saying that: "Tiri be pahloo, beh ze piri be pahloo"


It was very sad, and dardnak, the way dad was thinking.

Last night I had subject til 6, it was Hoda, The night before we had ppl coming over to our house, Hoda, Amin, Amir and Sanaz and Arjang, Shahb’s 3tar teacher. and Shahab messaged me and told me that she invited zohreh to come by today, to out house ****.
so I was tired and I wanted to get home to clean up and get ready for the guesses. I knew that Z has subject tomorrow morning, she told me her subject is coming at 7:30. and she asked me if i can put the bed for her otherwise she will need to ask a security guy to do so. I was thinking at 7:30 in the morning it might be hard to find a security guy, and although she was a pain, i wanted to help her. I asked shahab to give me a hand and he told me, no. if i want to put the bed for Z, he wouldn’t help me out. I was trying to convince him and I told him be like Jesus be nice to ppl who are bad to you. after few mins he agreed, and he said, i will do it, because Bern saw us here together and if tomorrow Z goes to him and tell him that no body was there to put the bed for me last night, then Bern knew that I was here in the lab and its not good. as Shahab said Z is such a”hoochigar” and thats not some thing out of blue to happen. so we put the bed and we fixed it, also i even bring the chair up, to be sure every thing is fine and she wouldn’t break things...
Today morning, when i saw her, i asked her how is your subject?
and she told me it took her an hour before her subject could start the experiment, beause the chair was locked and she had to remove the bed and put the bed again, beacuse she couldn’t move the chair, and then the bed was screwed so tight that they end up using a wrench to remove the screws...
and I told her that, the chair shoudlnt’ be locked, and even if it was locked it has nothing to do with the bed and we put the screw with our hand and shouldn’t be that bad... and we continue back and forth replying to this, and then i noticed she send me an email complaining about all these.
I was thinking if it was me, i was at least starting my sentences with thanks for putting the bed but....

and then when she left, i thought i should have answered her like: oh If I knew it would make so much work for you, I wouldn’t spend extra time to put the bed when my subject left at 6:30, specially when i have a guess coming over at my house.


and then i thought, why i’m becoming like my mom, not saying any thing when i should and then i would say i wish i would...

My mom is such a sweet and kind person, she is famous for that in the family. But I’m turning to be “ nemooneye kamele, tars ha, adame etemad be nafs, va afsoos khordan hash”

The only difference is my mom had the accidents in her life to relate these problems too, but i don’t even have any bad accident