When I carry out from the car see a mountain by having straight
and firm trees that they have a root in a depth of earth.
I see a dry thieves on the trees .Whenever may they fell down.
they try to stay their position but crual wind likes to destroy them ,to
fell them. the thieves shouted but no one can help them.song of
nightingle mised in the howl of wind!!.climb up the mountain .I set foot on the
defeated thieves ,that can't protect themselves and their position on the trees.
they shouted, they protest why i mashed them. they must get up and fight against
cold winter and it's novice cold wind.sitting on the rock under blue sky and seeing
the people faring from me they don't know where they go hasty!!
why i don't go. I see toward the whiteness of sky that moving since hide on
the backward of mountain . Is it my guilt that I comming to this journey.
or the fate want it?
when I see happy people astonished  so much!!why are they happy .
unconsciously the famous sentence of shekspeer come to my mind:
to be or not to be thats a question!!
u can thinck this is a politicy article,my friend!!!!!!!!

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(sad is abbrievation of 541>36)-(1 and azar inverse of R324 in persian!!!)