The End of the Extortion|پایان اخاذی


Once upon a time, a man named Moza lived in a small town. Moza was a lazy unemployed person who had no one in this world except two friends who were as lazy as he was. Moza was tall and had a very thick mustache.



His job was to walk around and bully people, threat business owners and commit extortion. Years passed as he easily made a living out of racketeering. People were very afraid of the very dictator-like Moza and his friends. Eventually, a new leader took over the town and put many forces in control.


A rapid spread of justice in the town gave people the courage to stop paying fees to Moza as they were no longer afraid of him. Moza and his two friends had to move to another town before all of their money ran out. After two hours of walking away from town, they decided to stop to eat and rest.


That’s when a group of bandits attacked the three hectors and robbed all their money. Moza and his friends continued walking until they finally arrived to the new town thirsty and hungry.

They saw a restaurant and walked in, sat down and ordered many dishes on the menu.


They ate as much as they could and asked for the bill. The restaurant owner said: “Your bill will be 7 coins.”

Moza said: “Ok, I gave you a bank note worth 10 coins, now you have to give me 3 coins back.”

The owner said: “But you didn’t.”

Moza yelled.

The owner didn’t want any trouble in his restaurant so he gave Moza 3 coins.

The next day, Moza and his friends were walking around looking for an opportunity when they saw a crowd crying as they had lost a dear.


They joined the crowd, crying and going along with the funeral. There was a big feast after and they ate as much as they could.

On the third day, Moza had a great idea and told his friends: “Today, one of you has to play dead. Then the other two of us will tell people that we are not from this town and we need money to bury our friend.”

That ended up being a brilliant way for them to make a ton of easy money, so they decided to go to other towns each time and do the same. Both Moza’s friends played dead many times so they asked Moza to play dead at least once. They put Moza in coffin and went around a town to collect money.


A very generous merchant told them that he would bury Moza with his own expenses. They don’t have to walk with the coffin to collect money. The two friends didn’t want to go to jail for their illegal act, so they left the coffin with the merchant and ran away. Moza, who was in the coffin, didn’t have any idea what was going on. The merchant paid to dig a grave and put Moza in it and buried him alive.


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Shine in Her Eyes|درخشش چشمانش



First year of the university had started and the young students were excited. Boys were looking carefully at the girls to in hopes of finding their match. All the girls were beautiful but there was something different about Ranaa. Ranaa was the one simple girl that all the boys had their eyes on.


Months passed and between all the richest and handsomest boys, Ranaa chose the smart, quiet and ordinary boy who always sat at the back of each class. The boy didn’t have much and could only take her for cheap sandwiches or Tuesday movies, because tickets were half price.

Ranaa loved books and movies, so the boy bought her many used books because that’s all he could afford.


They would read and interpreted the books for hours on a bench beside a pond near their dorm.


There was always a special shine in Ranaa’s eyes which was a sign of love, happiness and satisfaction.


Many of her friends told her that she could find someone better, with more money. They said that he couldn’t make her happy in the future. But Ranaa loved him, she had a simple beautiful relationship that was all she needed.


One of Ranaa’s Professors was very young and loved her very much. The professor went to Ranaa’s father and asked for her hand in marriage.

Ranaa’s family was very poor, so their daughter marrying the professor was of great benefit to them as it would bring great changes to their future.


Ranaa married the Professor for her family’s sake. Years passed, one day her friends went to visit her. She had a beautiful house, a library full of new books, her kitchen, living room, swimming pool, and car all shined, but not her eyes.



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In need of job|نیازمند به کار


In a town square, many labours were waiting. Men of different ages were hoping to be hired for some construction or garden work.



It really didn’t matter what the job was as long as they had work for the day.


Sometimes, if they were lucky, they would continue working for weeks at the same place. Labours always gathered there as early as five in the morning.


Alee, Hames and Jamel were three friends among this crowd. They were honest, kind, caring and very hardworking young men who had no other choice but to find work this way. The daily salary for a regular worker was 50 coins.


That was good enough to pay the rent and buy food for their families if they could work at least six days a week. One morning felt very slow, just a few men were offered work. Usually, if they were not picked up by six or seven in the morning, the chance of finding job on that day was very low.


It was now eight in the morning when the three young men saw a truck coming towards them. Many men were still waiting in hopes of getting work for the day.


The truck owner said: “I need a few workers but I can only pay 30 coins to each.”

Everyone shouted out loud: “We are not stupid to work for 30 coins.”

Alee jumped up and said: “We three are young, but we work hard. We don’t mind getting 30 coins, at least we have a job for today.”

The truck owner said: “Wonderful, jump on the back of the truck.”


Alee, Hames and Jamel jumped on to the back of the truck with a big smile on their faces, 30 coins was definitely better than nothing.

The truck driver drove for a while until they got to a big house under construction.

They jumped out of the truck and waited for the driver to tell them what they were supposed to do.


The truck driver shook their hands one by one, asked their names and said: “I am an engineer and the owner of this property, I am a builder. I needed someone to work for me for a long time, so I had to know who was more committed. That’s why I announced the 30 coins wage. But I will pay 50 coins every day and if you do a good job, you can always work for me so you wouldn’t have to go to town square anymore.”


Those three friends worked for the engineer for years and became experts in the field of their work.


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Mr. Moore|آقای مور



I moved to USA when I was at late 16. The only English I knew was “hello” and “how are you?”

In September 1986 I attended Grade 12 in George Washington High School at Charleston, West Virginia. Not knowing enough English to attend high school was a hard challenge.


For every single subject that I needed to complete to be able to graduate, I had to work triple hard. I had to find every single word in the dictionary to understand every subject.


But it was a great achievement for me and I was very excited and positive about it. Months passed and I was getting better in English and was speaking slowly but more smooth. My English teacher was very kind and patient with me, she talked slowly and clearly to make sure I understood. My Algebra teacher loved me because I always handed in neat homework and got A+ in his class. All the students and other teachers were super nice and never made fun of my baby steps in learning English.


There was a very tall white man in his late sixties, always shaved. He had white hair, blue eyes and his face was mostly red. He was very serious and looked angry all the time. His name was “Mr. Moore”. He wasn’t nice to anyone, but he was even more unkind to me and a girl from El Salvador. He was our Biology teacher and no matter how polite I was and how hard I worked in his class, he always gave me an “F” for my work. After months of trying, I realized if I continue this way, I wouldn’t be able to graduate. I went to the Grade 12 Councillor, Barbara. She was a white chubby lady with a beautiful smile. I remember that I cried a lot in her office and explained my situation. She mumbled: “Oh, that racist….”


And continued: “My dear don’t you worry at all. I will transfer you to another Biology class.”

I grudged and said: “What about the months of “F’s.”

She got up from her desk, held my hand and took me to Mr. Huffman’s office and told him: “She is another one of Mr. Moore’s students set aside for sacrifice. She is getting good grades in other classes. I want her in your Biology class. She needs to graduate. She needs our help.”

Mr. Huffman said: “Oh dear, Mr. Moore did it again?!”

I really didn’t understand on that day what they were talking about, until I got C+ in Biology and graduated with other students.



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Hurting people’s honor| بدنام کردن مردم


There once was a land of injustice. People had to obey religious rules even if it didn’t make any sense. They were not able to talk nor complain, if they did they would be punished.


They were put in prison, whipped in public and tortured. The land of injustice was full of unhappy people.


A wise man was passing by the Injustice land and saw a young man getting whipped over and over again.


People of the town were forced to gather to watch and learn the lesson of how disobeying was painful and not worth trying.

The wise man went closer and asked the religious judge who sentenced the order: “May I ask what this young man did?”


Judge said: “He drank wine. Drinking wine is forbidden and who ever drinks wine will burn in hell and be punished on earth.”


The wise man asked: “May I ask the reason why drinking wine consequent s to getting whipped?”


The judge said: “Because drinking wine and alcohol is very bad for health and will damage the body. Our duty is to remind them and teach them the religious path to heaven. And if they didn’t get it, we are forced to punish them so they would follow and go to heaven.”

The wise man smiled and said: “Thank you for making it clear to me that drinking alcohol will hurt the body, but whipping will not. Also they drink wine in private as it is their own business, but whipping will be in front of a crowd and will damage their soul, honour and reputation. It is wonderful how concerned you are about the  health of others in the town. People should be awake and thankful for all these great efforts you are putting in for them. I personally am amazed.”


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Fancy Restaurant|رستوران مجلل



A rich man walked into a fancy restaurant and asked for the best table.


When he sat down, he saw a black woman sitting at the bar.


He didn’t like what he saw. He didn’t like to eat in a beautiful luxury restaurant and see a black woman enjoying the same place that he was. He decided to show her; where her place was and prove to her that she didn’t belong there.


He called the waiter and said: “Everyone will be my guest for dessert, except that black woman.”


The waiter brought the restaurants famous chocolate cake to every single person except the black woman.

The black woman walked to the rich man and with a kind smile, said: “Thank you.”


The rich man got angry and called the waiter and said: “Give everyone a glass of wine under my bill except the black woman.”


The waiter did what the rich man asked.

The black woman came to the rich man and politely thanked him again.


The rich man got frustrated and was about to explode, he called the waiter again and said: “Is this black woman crazy? I was trying to teach her a lesson that she doesn’t belong here and she keeps thanking me.”


The waiter said: “Uh, dear sir; she is not crazy. She is the owner of the restaurant and thanked you for your business.”



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Bad Timing| بد موقع


When I was little, used to get car sick even during short drives. I always had roll down the window and let my head out to get fresh air. One day, my grandmother had a lunch party.




There were many different family members who I hadn’t seen before. The party was very formal and we had to be on our best behavior.


There was an old woman who was very important to my grandmother so we all had to be extra polite around her.


When the party was finished, my grandmother asked my father to give the old woman a ride on our way home. We all said our goodbyes and got into the car with a few other family members to give them rides as well. The respected old lady, my sister, aunts, cousins and I were all stuffed up in the back seat of the car.


This happened 40 years ago where there was no law for wearing seat belts in Iran, and no one cared how many people would ride in one single car. We usually had ten to sixteen family members in one car; honestly, I have no idea how we did that but there must have been more peace and love back then.


So, my father started driving. We were still trying to be polite in front of that old lady. I didn’t feel very good, my car sickness was getting worse every minute, I wasn’t able to get closer to window as the car was very crowded and I was feeling all the foods I had at the party in the back of my throat.



As soon as I opened my mouth to tell my mother that I didn’t feel good, I threw up on that old lady; the most respected member of our family.

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