The green of a young lady's eyes

Not true ! But I know well, you still have your heart before the first day of our meeting, you still have your heart before the first kiss, you still have your heart before the blackness of my eyes, you still have your heart before you!.! I put my pen next to the desk The room was soft and the gentle drops of rain were mingling and the cigarette box was begging for just one thread! I lit a cigarette and as if before it reached my lips, the news reached my grandmother that she was humiliated and dead. I pulled back the curtain. It rained just like that day, the first day you said I fell in love with you !!!. XNUMX/XNUMX/XNUMX XNUMX:XNUMX PM I reach the tomb by hand through the crowd. I am still a long way from it, but its glory and beauty are evident from here. Live epic music played by a series of tasteful young people The beauty of Pasargadae and the day attributed to the birth of Cyrus the Great multiplies many times. Photography of the first volume of the magazine, Portugal Magazine! The photo that I was looking for from Tehran to here, I finally find the right angle and I bend down a little, I think about the caption of the photo, and I slowly go back, adjust the camera light, and one step back, everything is ready, when something stops me. I leave the camera and turn around and look at my back. At the same time, a woman turns around and my eyes fall into a pair of big green eyes. Good evening, lady. I'm sorry. I saw a normal small camera in my hand and a family of three waiting to be photographed. I quickly understood what I should do to compensate! Would you like me to take a picture of you? It makes me proud! What good is it to be so excited after seeing the photos? Really great. How can I just take pictures of you? Oh, what city do you live in? Tehran is great. I am also a good Tehran? You have no problem, have my number and Tehran will call me, I will deliver the photos to you on the CD. No, then please come to a cafe, before he called, he was like a normal girl to me like a thousand other girls in the city, but from his call until the moment he entered the cafe, my heart was exploding! It was more than before, I waved my hand to him and he came to me, greeted me calmly and briefly, and put his bag on the table and then sat down. I love you! What do you love? Of course, if I'm not mistaken, it's Miss Dior, she smiled. We smiled for a second and looked at each other. XNUMX:XNUMX After noon, due to the cold weather and rain, I brought him something I hated. I kept the car on their street, he looked at me and thanked me, but it seemed that he did not want to go and was looking for an excuse to drag the story! Mary! What a beautiful name I am, Mohammad Ali, of course, they call me by another name! What name? Hope ! Of course, only familiar people and I want you to call me Omid too! I concentrated and said: I mean, I want to get to know you, that is, I want to get to know you better. I saw them for the first time and I feel I feel! I honestly do not know how to say good… He said so confidently that I took my breath out and leaned my head and leaned on a good chair. Say hope! He took a breath and said, "Look, Mr. Omid, or not, Omid is empty at all, me, I like you too, I ... He lowered his head and what does this mean?" I mean, I accept your request! June XNUMX, at XNUMX:XNUMX AM Al-Zahr, my head was in the magazine because of the arithmetic election, and it was green from head to toe at Maryam's insistence. My phone rang. I answered: Maryam (in a slightly louder voice): I said, "Come to my headquarters: Eye to eye surrender." It was too late, he told me that he had a series of documents that showed that there was going to be a violation in the elections. We can not print tomorrow, and it's just time to print something like this. I did not give up. Maryam, I closed the door! And I put the key on the door and locked it. I was in a strange mood because I was alone with her.And tonight and here ?! Me: Maryam, let 's go back, this is not our job! Maryam: Where is the verse? He found the manager, went to him and lowered the handle! Maryam: That lock! Me: Another lock! Did you expect it to be open? He puffed and angrily came to me. He stood in front of me and pointed to Maryam. And then I break this door and change things against the system with the magazine article! What will happen to me? Have you thought about this? Maryam: But if we do not do this, this calamity will befall all the people and we are nothing in front of all of them! She tore the papers in her hand and threw them in my bucket: What did you do crazy? Maryam: I do not want anything bad to happen to you. I had been dumb and wasted for a long time, neither now nor in the minute before. The atmosphere was extremely emotional. He came to me and hugged me. I looked at her face, I never thought she would offer sex first: but you are a virgin. I nodded my head in confirmation and put my lips close to hers. My hands were on both sides of my thighs and I moved them slowly. He took off his coat and threw it away. His shawl was already torn off and was on his shoulder. He pulled it out and threw it back. I was breathing in the rim and on the contrary, we were slowly separated, we were both sweating, we laughed and we started again. A few minutes later, I leaned on my hands and Maryam hesitantly put her hand on the zipper of her clean pants. He brought it out and I helped him take my pants off my feet. He gently brought his lips close to mine and put them in his mouth and started to move up and down. I was completely naked, there was nothing tense from head to toe, and the floor of the office was naked. I went to her and started playing with her tongue next to Ron. He had tattooed that the beauty of that hairless person was doubling a cookie. Maryam moaned, I was lost, I cuddled her carelessly and put my tongue in her vagina. XNUMX, XNUMX, XNUMX, and I plunged into a scream, and then we begged between each and every one of them. The protester was shouting for Maryam and I was calling her. Blood had flowed from my forehead and I could not find Maryam. A little further on, I heard her screaming. And I was taking her to a black van, shouting and shouting, "Let go of that dishonorable woman, my bitch, aren't you dishonorable yourself?" I was staring and my head was very confused, I was stumbling like drunk people and I was screaming. The passing of the memory and the group of bloody and wounded people in the corner of the hospital! XNUMX/XNUMX/XNUMX XNUMX:XNUMX Maryam was released on bail today and I am going to see her for the last time. A smuggler is going to cross the border tonight and it is not clear what the government will do to her family! She is going to Turkey and the next destination is not known yet! Maryam: Hope? John Omid? Maryam: You need to know something! What? You were becoming a father and I was going to run away together and go and give birth to our child! But she had an abortion and I ran away! Hope? Yes? Yes? Marya: Will you come with me? Nahrima: No? , He's the only one I have raised me! And I can not leave her alone! Maryam: I understand, then your parents? War! I was originally from Khorramshahr. A few months ago, when the war started, my parents were martyred and my grandmother and I survived and came to Tehran. Maryam: What happened that they became martyrs and you did not? Maryam: I'm sorry, why didn't you tell me yet? The last thing I have from my parents, I have not written anything to you all my life, now I will give it to you! To write our own story Maryam: Sure, I also put something in your pocket and put the pack of cigarettes on the table with a delay, it helps to calm down! That night, Maryam left and I only knew one thing about her, she had already rented an attic! To hear the sound of rain hitting the roof. To accept that the border guard came to his heart and shot him, to accept that he is buried here under the rubble! But…. I came to take the office out of my bag! The same office that I gave him when he left and when he delivered the body, he gave it back to us and said that he had it in his arms. His delicate handwriting is written in the name of our love. I am writing this for you on the last day until the XNUMXth of this month, and at your request, I look at her grave, Maryam XNUMX/XNUMX/XNUMX. I waited all year for my grandmother, but a few days ago she cursed me. I raised my hand and looked at my watch. I have to go, baby, I have nothing left to fly!