Rain Café

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!

Living without secrets

Secrets have a lot of meanings. Sometimes we want secrets to tell them to someone, to have someone who knows our secret. But those are not real secrets. The real secret never comes out from two lips. In fact if you talk someone about your secret, that isn't secret anymore.

I have some secrets those I know they will be hidden in my heart until I die. These secrets are so heavy and I should be so strong to be quiet and not let anyone to know them. Of course I'm sure that I'm not alone and other people have a lot of secrets like mine. Life is too hard. You know?

Someone

I was talking about "someone" and I'd meant exactly "someone". He also was talking about "someone", but maybe he himself was that "someone". I was afraid and worried about him…

Like a Wall

Sometimes when I watch my behavior in past, I feel stupid. I was honest and very stupid. I'd shouldn't tell you anything that was in my heart. Men always do like this and I don't want to act like women anymore. So I'll be silent after this and you'll never find any different between me and wall!

Roomate

You don't know what does it mean that you have a roomate who has alot of secrets and many unknown calls everyday and never tell you anything about them, although he likes you and believes himself as your best friend.

you'll never can protest him and request him to share anything to you and this is in a case that you recount every little event in your daily life for him; because you don't have anyone except him.

sometimes you lose your tolerance and become mean to him, but when you think about your request, see your self selfish and he is right. But it's still hard to live like this.