His name wasn’t Farokh but he would like to be called by\nFarokh. willy nilly he was a little crazy but he didn’t like to be called a\ncrazy boy. but was it possible? whenever someone asked about him it was\nanswered immidiately:” which Farokh? do you mean the crazy Farogh”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
he was always standing in alley under a shadow and looking\nfor vespiary ” I know these aren’t honeybees and this isn’t honey but it\nis sweet” he always stood under the shadow and never allowed the sun to\nshine on him. whenever he was in the sun you could see something like a knife\nstabbed on him in his shadow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
long time ago he was a cute\u066b chubby with bulgyeyed, red hairless cheeks\nand bright hair baby.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Once upon a day Butcher Ali’s son faced and stopped him,\nwanted to rape him but he didn’t give up and defended himself, then Butcher\nAli’s son had a dirk, while fighting and scuffling stabbed his head amain. No\none knows about the time of this fight just they saw Farough running with a\nknife on his head. No one knows whether he gave up or not but it was a long\ntime it was being narrated about Farough’s shadow. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
” Derro your shadow is nice”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
whomever was in Farough’s age couldn’t pull him off, he was\nvery strong, he could hit all of them. Passing by him, he ran over them such as\na cock then stick behind them, if they didn’t give up, they would have been hit\nstongly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was seven years ago on a hot days of summer, the days\nwhich the sun was so hot as if she wanted to fight. I saw Farough standing in\nalley, looking up, and staring the sun, fisting his hands. I went close to him,\nhis eyes’ vessels were visible, very red near the black. the hum of honeybees\nwas heard from his ears, thousand of honeybees. The neighbors who saw this view\nin the window told that there was something between his cheeks and the sky\nwhich could not to be decribed anyway, something like nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His eyes got black, the hum of honeybees was heard\neverywhere. The neighbors came out to see him. Suddenly the world got dark so\nthat I could catch the darkness with my hands, people was scared and upset but\nafter a short time the brightness came back again ever more bright than usual.\nFarough passed out, people was looked at each other surprisingly. Farough was\nquiet for a minute, looked at the sky once, looked at the ground once and\nstarted loughing, I loughed either. Some of the neighbors murmured Aiatol\nKorsi(A verse of holy Quran), Farough was in the alley in the sunshine but …\nbut he didn’t have shadow no longer.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
His name wasn’t Farokh but he would like to be called by Farokh. willy nilly he was a little crazy but he didn’t like to be called a crazy boy. but was it possible? whenever someone asked about him it was answered immidiately:” which Farokh? do you mean the crazy Farogh” he was always standing […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-41","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-story"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t