_… Elmira… .Almira… ..Mom, come and eat your breakfast. It's too late to reach the service. پاشو مامان .یالا.
This was my daily job. From the first day he went to kindergarten until the second one he was guided. I always have to shout from the kitchen as if one hand is on the dishes and one hand is on the table, so that Saddam can reach Elmira's bedroom and wake up.
I have no one but him. Massoud's only relic for me. When he was born, Massoud was spreading his wings. He does not like the religious look he had at all, when he jumped up and down in a suit around the bed and secretly kissed his one-day-old daughter and me, for example, so that no one could see him. He also kissed my lips and cheeks, reminding me of the first days of our marriage. She named him Elmira Sadat. Of course, we called her Elmira. How much he loved Massoud.
Massoud and I got married about twelve years ago. When he was seventeen. Let me say sour beforehand. My father's house was in one of the old neighborhoods of Tehran. Near the market. My father had a room in the former Attari order that he had received from his father. I have not seen a girl in the moonlight in a traditional family who was also a trader. Then my two sisters, one 10 by 7 years older than me, gave me one year younger than my older sister. The end of the war and the red siren and the shelter and the blackout and that's when I went to school. I was in the second grade when my mother took a flower tent for me to wear. I loved her very much. Very. Alki, I was making excuses to go to the alley, but to put on a tent. From that day until now, it was me and the chador that only changed color and turned black. When I was a child, I used to put up a tent and play with friends from the same place, both boys and girls, because of the childish "I-love-soon-I-grew-up-old" children who all experience it. for me. It brings me a sense of ambiguity and mystery, and a sense of respect for being unknown. This happened when I gradually became really "grown up". Little by little, one day came when talking, laughing and playing with Amir and Alireza was "ugly" because I had grown up. But going to school and playing and everything else we did with Sara and Zeinab was like before. Although we were all sour before, little by little, like all other people, our childhood entered a stage where we learned Muharram / non-Muharram, and little by little, we were wearing a tent and being upside down, talking slowly in the alley and being heavy and colorful. It became a sign of growing up for me and other friends of my age. Like all other girls. Although this new stage was kind of a limitation, I liked it. The fact that when you go to the grocery store in the alley, the others look at you through the eyes of a lady, all the sugar melts in my heart. "Growing up" was something that happened when I was about eleven years old. The details of that exact day are very strange to me, I remember all the events of that day in front of my eyes with all the details.
I was in the fifth grade. It was a Thursday in May. We had the last color of history. Our teacher, Ms. Joshani, was talking about the Qajar period. Yehu shot my belly. The pain continued and I put my head on the table and wrapped myself until the end of the bell. In short, the bell rang and we returned home with Sarah, my friend and my classmate, as my stomach ached. Sarah said the pain was from an Indian stamp I ate in the morning. I got home. I quickly took off my robe and went to bed after lunch for fear that my mother would not fight for the Indian stamp. I did not say anything to her. Now my pain had subsided. That day, my older sister "Mina" was supposed to express her blood with her husband's family (who were married three years ago). . As my mother spread her clothes, she shouted from the yard, "Leila Jan, tidy up your room and help Zahra. We have a guest tonight, you know." Zahra's middle sister was studying. Well, I did some of his work to get more lessons. Although she was 7 years older than me, we were very similar. I was exactly like Zahra's time, who was my age. This is what my mother used to say. It was clear from your photographer. Only that color of her eyes and hair had gone to my dad, I to my mother. Zahra's eyes were big brown. Her mouth was small with bare brown hair. She was very beautiful. I could see that as soon as he left, the boys in the alley of Yahoo's place turned green on the way. Saraye Bar explained to me that a boy had given her a letter on the way to school, but he swore not to tell anyone. Of course, he did not say that, I did not tell anyone, because if Baba understood, it would be very bad. .
Mom was advising me in the yard like this, and the sink was available in the house. When he arrived, he lowered his voice and said, "Put some water on your hands and face and go to the bathroom, my dear girl." stand up." I was a little girl and I knew that Nazem Kelly had a buyer. I said, "I don't want to." Sometimes he would say to me: "Cute girl, mom's black eyes." My eyes were black and big. My skin is white and my lips are red. Now, when I see Zoo Ni at that time, we become jealous of that time. "You have grown up, my dear." When my father was not home, I would go around with my girls' flower pants and blouses. But in front of Baba, skirts and scarves were definitely necessary.
In short, after packing the room, I went to the bathroom. My father made our bathroom in one of the rooms (the one where Zahra was studying), which, of course, was not very common in our area and around at that time. I went and took my underwear from the closet to go to the bathroom. Because I used to go to the bathroom a lot, my mother bought me two jeans and a shirt. I was always obsessed with which one to wear. I always sat at my desk to take off my shirt and looked at them with my hands to see which one was more beautiful. If my mom sees me at this time, you will quickly complain that the girl is ugly. One sees underwear like this. I went to the bathroom and started to take off my clothes, only my shirt was left on. I was very scared. I thought I was injured. I looked and saw that my blood trail was running until it reached me. I wanted to go out and tell my mom. I was afraid she would fight me. I put on my shorts again. I opened the door during the day. I called Zahra. Her head was in the book. Taq Baz was asleep with a skirt and blouse and was studying behind his glasses, which made him very handsome. Slowly, so that he could only hear Saddam, I said:
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- Zahra, come for a moment
He looked at me in surprise and said angrily:
- What did you forget about the towel ?!
I put my finger in my mouth and sighed and begged
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- God bless you
Sprayed impatiently and growled, he came to the door and said?
- What Leila?
I said will you come for a moment?
He rolled his eyes and said, "What should I do in the bathroom?"
I pulled her hand to come. She came to you by force. I did not notice that I was not wearing clothes and only shorts.
Shouted that:
- What an ugly situation Leila is.
I wrapped the towel around myself and said:
- Zahra, I will show you something. I was very scared. God forbid do not tell mom. Zahra had her mouth closed. One of them jumped. said:
- Chatted Leila? Did something happen?!!
I pulled the towel away from me and immediately showed the trail of blood and said:
- I saw this now.
Yehu Zahra's face changed.
- Congratulations, then Leila's beer has become a lady. Then Arum took a pinch from my throat and said as he was kneeling in front of me:
- Well, let's see if Ms. Leila is seriously injured ??
I was surprised by his laugh.
Then he turned his face close to me, looked carefully at the blood path, and followed the man with his index finger until he reached my shirt. I felt Yahoo bit his finger. Rub your pussy with your fingers for a few seconds. I was blowing my horn in surprise. My breath was trapped. Zahra and I did not even mention the name "there" before, but now she was rubbing my pussy. He raised his head and wings and winked at me. I was confused.
I was totally embarrassed. It hurt a lot. I came to myself for a moment and pulled myself up and said: What are you doing ?!
Zahra was taken aback for a moment. He put his hand behind his voice and brought it down and said: I was joking with you, little beer! Then he continued with a laugh, do not be afraid Lilajun!
You have grown up, my little Abji. This blood is also a sign.
Then he blinked and said:
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- Now wash yourself and put on your shirt. You's dirty clothes.
The one who went out and closed the door immediately went to mom. I could hear their voices from behind the door when Yehu Mom said: Oh, are you talking ?? His victim is a woman and he himself.
When I came out, my mother told me everything.
