I remember there was an old ruined mansion in Bushehr where people could pay a little amount to go inside. We visited the wrecked house a few times in my childhood. The story behind it was so sad but more importantly, a life lesson which was probably why they took us to the palace several times.

roof-540835_960_720The story goes that the owner was a very rich merchant who was a profligate spender to show off how wealthy he was. People used to say he lit his cigars with burning bills instead of matches in front of others and when big politicians came to Bushehr from the Capital Tehran, he lit candles with bills to show how powerful and rich he was.burning-money-2113914_960_720He used to serve tea in gold tea cups and eat in silver plates and dishes. He was never friendly with anyone and found it disgraceful to talk to the poor.pots-186553_960_720

Eventually, he lost everything, went bankrupt and died without a penny to leave for his children. The poor people who now lived in the mansion with no windows or doors and partially no roof and walls, were his grand children who owned the land. They lived very impoverish lives.person-1172018_960_720They survived with general labors and the money people paid to see the ruined house. They never talked to anyone, nor answered any questions.  It was obvious that they were so ashamed of their grandfather’s past.

My father said that no one ever offered them any jobs because their grandfather was so cruel to the town, and never respected anyone as he saw himself as a superior.


An Unforgettable Sad Day|روزی غم انگيز وفراموش نشدنی


Bushehr is an important port of the Persian Gulf. It has beautiful sandy beaches that attracted tourists back in the day who would come to see beautiful views of the Persian Gulf.


Fridays are the “weekend” in Iran. We had family gatherings and picnics every single Friday.

One Friday we went to the beach. As we spread the picnic set, a family came near us and settled there.


They had three sons close to our age so all the adults and kids quickly became friends.


They were from the capital of Iran and had recently moved to Bushehr because of their second son’s health condition. The mother said that their second son had severe Asthma, and doctors had suggested that living near the sea would help calm it. Both parents were teachers, they had started teaching in Bushehr and everything was going very well for them. Their son hadn’t had any asthma attacks since their move.


Us kids went closer to the water to dig some holes. We watched them get filled with water as each wave came in. Then we all went for a swim. We stayed very close to the shore as we were kids and our parents watched us every second.


The weather was good and the beach was very crowded. We were starving after swimming for a while so we came out of the water to eat. After a few seconds, we heard a very loud scream from the mother of the three boys.


The second son with asthma wasn’t back with us. We really didn’t notice. Our parents rushed to the water to find him. The crowded beach got very quiet and every other parent came to help to find the boy.


All the men walked straight to the water with clothes on to see if they can find the boy, and all the women were praying and biting their fingers looking into the sea.

Unfortunately, they found the boy’s body. They laid him on the sand and tried so hard to bring him back but it was the end of his journey.


That was the first dead body I saw in my life. Sadly, it was that of a preschool boy. A new-made friend the same age as me.



Black Dot|نقطه سیاه



A professor came to class and asked his university students to get ready for an unexpected exam. The students got a little scared because they were not prepared.


The professor put the paper on everyone’s desk and said: “Now turn over your papers. You have 60 minutes to answer.”


Everyone turned their papers and saw a blank page with a black dot in the middle. They were so confused and looked at the professor, wondering what he expected them to write. It just seemed so crazy.


The professor said: “Write about what you see in this page.”

60 minutes passed and everyone handed in their papers.

The professor started reading each one of the answers. Every student explained the situation of the black dot in many different ways.


The professor said; “I wanted to exam the way of your thinking. None of you wrote about the white part of the page. All your attention was towards the black dot; this is the reality of life.


We only see the weaknesses, sicknesses, lack of money, fights, separations, the many black dots in our lives.


We have so many things to be grateful for, like the white part of the page, but we concentrate on the problems and poison our minds. Take your eyes off from the black dots in your life and focus on all the good things that are happening right now that you’ve been failing to see.


Be happy and thankful and spend your precious moments with love and passion. Life is too short.”



An Angel Named Frog| فرشته ای به نام قورباغه


During our summer days, my family and I used to go to my grandma’s villa. Her villa was a big mansion in a very large garden that was a little far from the city of Shiraz.



When my mom’s sisters and brothers gathered, there were more than forty people with kids. Grown ups used to sit together while the kids played without supervision.


Usually after lunches everyone used to take a nap along with their kids. I was only 4 years old, I never liked to take a nap and always pretended to fall sleep beside my mother. On one particular day, everyone was asleep and the big living room was very quiet.


I got bored and sneaked out to the garden area.


There was a special deep pool for watering the garden, not swimming. It was always swampy with many frogs.


I went directly towards the pool and sat by the edge to be able to watch the frogs. As I bent forward to get a good look, my feet slipped and I fell into the pool in a blink of eye.


Of course I didn’t know how to swim. I panicked and struggled for a little while but my little hands got tired and I gave up hope as I sank to the bottom of the pool. I sat in the water terrified, waiting to die. I opened my eyes and looked all around me. I was surrounded by the green water and ooze and many frogs.


One frog drew my attention as it was bigger than the others. I stared at it like it was telling me to look at it and pay attention. The frog then slowly swam towards the top of the water.


I looked carefully and did every thing the frog did, I waved my arms above my head and pushed my legs, just like the frog. Next thing I  knew, I had swam to the top of the pool. Just then my uncle screamed: “She’s here….she’s here!” And pulled me out of the water.

That was an angel in the form of a frog, sent by God to save me. I could never forget that moment. Since then I learned how to swim like a frog and that’s the only way I can swim to this day.