I and my friends go to a café on Wednesdays every week, from around 2 years ago. All of these friends are emigrant here in Qum because all of them are college student or clergyman; except two of them who came here many years ago when they were kids. In fact, their fathers were emigrant too. Most of us have no relatives here. There for, we need each other so much. This weekly meeting is right for this. When we sat this meeting up, we promised each other to keep it continue, even if we don't work together any more.
We are partners in work, and some of us study in same college but after these years we matched together and we made a strong group. This friendship has a new meaning, more than a roommate or coworker or something like this.
When I imagine the first day I came to Qum and I was so feeling alone, I see how I owe my friends for feeling alive and being happy today. Thank God!
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