Morning prayer

by: Parvin Sheikhi
translator: Kurdistan Hajbi

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He came into my room very quickly and closed the door came to me and hold my hands in his hands and told:” Do you promise to marry me? swear by God you are mine, please… please…

I was perplexed! unable to speak and, my throat was such a dry and unable to breathe. I wanted to shout but I had no voice, I was pulling hand but it was useless he didn’t unbend me and continuously begged to promise him…

They knocked the door: wake up it’s morning prayer time, it’s late, wake up… have you woken?!

I aroused suddenly! ” yes dear dad we’ve woken” I said with a sleepy voice.

Thank God it was a dream. Why did that crazy boy do such a thing? I should have known it was a dream that he came into my room rather bravely!

I smiled and murmured however it was dream, it was fun too. He closed the door so that I was afraid, what if someone opened the door. No No , thanks God it was a dream.

I hit slightly my sister and with smiling said:” wake up girl, it’s late, my father comes again but this time with anger, he will be angry till evening and shout like thunder and won’t get well soon.” she turned over and murmured then slept again. I laughed and told how nice your, you sleep again!

My father knocked the door again very strongly and shout:” haven’t you woken yet? The sun is rising٫ your prayer is being lost!”

I got up quickly and wore my dress and I forgot to take my headdress so rushed and took it  out under the pillow then wore it.

I opened the door and told my dad that we had woken and answered me angrily with insulting because of doing such late prayer.

I did ablution sleepy and hastily. as I had to study for physics exam and memorize formula I slept late last night that was why I felt dizzy!

While I wanted to start prayer my dad told:” hasn’t Surry woken up yet? hey blighter!”

He knocked the door one tine again:” I wish you die for God seek. you lost the prayer, muppet.”

she suddenly opened the door and did ablution.

My mom came in and told:” how noisy you are, what’s up? the poor girls studied all night, they are tired and …”

My dad didn’t allow him to finish her words and told:” leave them alone, which studying are you talking about? they are books of devil. I don’t like to study such books at all. Since you are priest’s daughter, you should urge them to pray. so go and involve your praying!”

My mom took a deep breath and with murmuring went back to her room…

My dad was walking and said:” Whenever I didn’t do my praying my dad punished me a lot even he feed me with muck! thanks him because that was he that taught me praying.”

My sister came and started prayer then he became sure and went back to his room.

My dad has brought up in a priest family he studied till sixth grade, his handwriting is very well also he is good at writing essay. He is a business man and involves with computing by himself. He likes to work like a sheriff and cooperates in most social events, however he loves being priest the most, he was so stubborn and couldn’t fullfil his father’s hope and attempts. As people say my grandpa was principled to prayers and religious task and urged and motivated my dad to do them so that he punished my dad alot  to do prayers and put him under pressure. That is why he urges us too. This kind of urging is on our brothers too but they don’t pay attention to it very much.

I was about sleeping on prayer’s sheet, we should pray and do some devotion every morinings.

After morning prayer I started to  praying, my dad came in so I was playing with my fingers as if I was praying. Each finger was a physics’ formula and reviewing the lessons to pass my exam.

My dad was behind of my head and whispered:” Excellent my nice girl, I enjoyed your prayer today.”