Notes of a girl who’s alone

Saturday

I was dreaming of a prince with a cape over the shoulders and the crown on the head and smiling, with a white horse came and took my hand, (of course we had espoused; or else I will not let my hand into the hands of any prince) took my hand and asked me to ride on the winged white horse and so on. I did still not ride I felt that its rataplan is very closer than. I woke up and jumped out of bed. The horse was scratching its nail on the asphalt noisily. Sharply, I got my head out of the window the prince does not get worried and hurt, whilst god forbid, what an inattentive wife I have and getting disappointed!
I got my head out; I saw Mr. Karim who pulls long handle broom on the ground and cleans the alleys, Neither a horse, nor a prince.
I said that: “you don’t see a horse surround?”
I was ashamed to say he was a prince, told myself he now tells him: What parvenu! How spoiled! Cannot see her husband gets away for a moment in front of her eyes.
He smiled as broad as his face and told me that I didn’t see, but thank you! Please give me a glass of water.
Clearly, I was absolutely infuriated. Up there, I said: thankfully, in my house so my dad told me "thank you!" The ear is full! What did you think? I'm not a girl said thank you, my darling" getting pathetic. No sir! You have come to the wrong address!
What people actually one is met by. In broad daylight, straightforward looking at my eyes and offering friendship. Not knowing, I’m just interested in sustainable pro-life!

Sunday

Today, Mom told me that she Mrs. Shahnaz is going to Kish Island. Let's go to say that if she could, to purchase some items for us.
Mom and I sat and were having a drink and Mrs. Shahnaz’s boy (Yashar) was watching television that she told my mother when shaking head and shoulders with laughter that Mrs. Mary! You know yourself better, his father goes at work since early morning and gets back the night; and I am not here, lastly having a neighbor would be open sesame, would you if I ask you to go down a few stairs and take care Yashar.
With repeating dear Yashar, dear Yashar, I do not think he to be grown ever, it’s as if he was not a student. How namby and forced smiling Mrs. Shahnaz delivered to tell the sentence. But I knew she was meant to me! What mothers there is really. Following a girlfriend for their son, for example, take up his confidence.
Those are who make their children to be miserable. She thinks I'm the girl who is panicky once being showed an agreement to hint. But I’m just interested in sustainable pro-life.

Monday

Today I went to school. A lot of beam and bar were poured at the corner of the yard, and they were welding. Workers were talking with jangle together; it was actually noisy. One time, my feet got stuck them and it was imminent I fell down on with my head.
Nobody was still there. This class is a class of writing a drama, of those classes that always starts with half an hour late. I had sat there the boy, Majd, entered the class move his glasses and closed the door after coming. Here I jumped like a firecracker and said why did you close the door of class?

Sharply opened it and stared into my eyes.

- Sorry! I told that you might be upset of the welding sound, he said.
What a shame, how people to find! Using anything to cover their evil thoughts and desires! He thought that as I am the first person at the class every week, I always hope when he comes and keeps me out of alone. Does not know me, I’m just interested in sustainable pro-life.

Tuesday

As I opened the door to go out, I saw Yashar’s father is standing behind the door. He saw me, smiled and said hello. Vacillating, he said: indeed, is your father at home?
What a shame, how people to find! An old man with white hair is not ashamed. He is the same age as my father; he does not say by himself, this girl is the same age as my son. I know seeing my father is just an excuse. He would see whether can safely open a conversation or not! Principally, these suffer just a family problem. Yes again! A woman who goes only to explore the island Kish and confides her husband and son to a neighbor, not getting better than. I’d better say the Mrs. Shahnaz and her family that I’m just interested in sustainable pro-life.

Wednesday

The mother said: the aunt, maternal, called and said that you go there and try your dress today as "Peru", it will be ready to Friday.
I was standing on the street. I kept shaking hands for a taxi there. Once I wanted to drive up, the driver said, are you alone? I nodded “yes” that means. Said I thought that woman comes with you.
I closed the door and did not get on his car. Said what happened! Not paying attention. He was deserved, the man ... as if he didn’t have sister and mother. How rude. Back said the harassment!
At all, you should not have to say any word to these. What a shame, how people to find. All are looking for the girls to be alone. Henceforward the taxis are not to be trusted. Alack! Not paid attention and leaved, otherwise I’m just interested in sustainable pro-life.

Thursday

Today, I find out what’s that when sating the social crisis is growing and the foundation of the family is on the verge of collapse, the word is not too irrelevant.
Today I was flattening at the balcony the clothes that I saw Zohre riding a cherry-color Peugeot 206 with a young boy who was driving. Zohre doesn’t brother is, it is unlikely to have a candidate or suitor, his father has a silver Pride which is scrap. He is not young, so it turned out to be. …
What a shame, how people to find. The parents and the neighbors would not make them embarrassed. Zohre should be said, she should be just interested in sustainable pro-life, as me.