TRAVELOG

We were on the way to the north. The sun was pouring down on the fields. The air made you sleepy. The sky was of the deepest blue. Everywhere you could see a rich greenery of grass and trees. we couldn’t take our eyes off the sceneries. My sister was driving the car faster and faster, the trees rushed past at great speed. It was a distance of twenty or thirty mile on a narrow road to Masoleh.
Unfortunately one of my nephew, Meisam came down with the flue. I made a suggestion, I wanted them to go to a hospital and leave Mohammad (another one of my nephews) and I on the beach.
We stared at the calm sea and the horizon. Mohammad was taking and I was walking on a few steps in a dream. He talked on, not noticing my lack of attention. Gradually he fell into a fast asleep beside me. Suddenly he awoke from his dream to noise. Mohammad held on to me. A well dressed young man had slammed the car door and ran towards the sea soon his father caught up with him and stopped him.
The boy shouted: “I want drown myself I don’t want to be alive any more. You always break your promise, you said so yourself if you play your cart right you appoint me as a boss in the factory. Do you remember? Do you? I have enough honor not to tell a lie, father you are a liar”. It needed all his father’s courage to reply. His face was dry and pale, he said: “don’t accuse me of that”.
Tears was pouring down his mother’s cheeks. She said through her tears: “ Ahmad for God’s sake, it’s fat round your father’s hearth he might last one year”. He yelled: “ God I had not asked to be born at all. I wish I had never been born”. Then his father rose to the occasion and slapped him. This made a difference to the boy’s view of the situation, after a moment hesitation he returned to the car and drove away.
After that nobody passed by for a long time. When my family retuned from the hospital we broke the news to them.