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Who Cares? Pleae no

In the name of the lord of the world

Who cares? (Ki Ahammiyat mide?) About what?   Ummm, I don’t know, about everything.  I like it anyways.     In these kind of countries, nobody cares about your life,  your clothes,  your situation.   When I get up in the morning, the only people cares are myself, my mother and my father and my sister. Actually (Dar Vaghe), I do not want my mother or my dad be worried (Negraan) about me, but they do anyways (Be har haal).  I get up in the morning and I choose my clothes to wear on (pooshidan), but I think with myself. who cares??    My professors?   No way? My friends?  Umm, yeah, you can say that. The people in the street?    No way at all. I listen to Rap. Who cares?    Nobody. I sit in the bus and I smell so good (Booye Khoob). Who is going to care? Nobody. I go to a huge (very big) grocery (Khoraki)  store and I just buy a box of chocolate.    Who will say that why I did not buy anything else?    No body.    I was going late to school?    Who cared in that time?   I get a very expensive car to get people’s attention (Tavajjoh) but nobody cares.    If I am poor or rich, nobody will care. I remember I was going to Mofid highschool.   One day, I got up early in the morning. My family were more worried (negraan) about me than today. I chose my clothes to wear on. I was worried to choose.   Why?   Many people cared about my clothes.   Who?   Umm, my first year teacher, (Moalleme Rahnama), my friends, my neighbors (Ham saaye), even the taxi driver and even the people in the street.  I was walking along the street to catch a taxi, many people cared.   Who? I can say everybody, even Hatta) the girls next door (Baghali) who were waiting for the bus. I wanted to comb (Shaane) my hair with my fa vorite style (Mod), but, oh my God, everybody would care. Everybody such as my guidance teacher (Moallem Rahnama),   the people in the street and even those girls.  I wanted  to pray on time , everybody would care, would say something that I did not want to hear .   God, I wanted nobody cares there, nobody.    The people cared a lot when you did not want them to do. Now here, sometimes I want some people care but they do not. Finally (Dar Akhar), I think if people care as less as (Har che ghad
kamtar
) they can, that’s so great (Aliii
.........................................................................Amir 

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ترنج جمعه 9 خرداد 1382 ساعت 01:12 http://toranj.blogsky.com/

مطلب جالب بود و متفاوت- ممنون...
care or don't care , this is problem

یاسر جمعه 9 خرداد 1382 ساعت 03:54

salam
khile negahet jaleb bood ..wale baze waghta ha adam dost dareh ke behesh care besheh wa ya mohebat..albateh hamehchi hadeh wasatesh fekr mekonam khob basheh..albateh tawajoh ham fargh dareh ba mowazebat kardan ya negaran boodan dar moredeh kase..bayad hatman beineh onha tafawot ghaeel shod..na intor fekr namekoned

روزی که نوشتم جمعه 9 خرداد 1382 ساعت 12:30 http://sh7228.blogspot.com

خیلی جالب بود منم خیلی به این مسئله فکر کردم .. حداقل من از بس که بهم گفتم اینجوری بکن اونجوری نکن . الان حس میکنم یه چیزی کم دارم چون هیچ کس اهمیت نمیده من چی کار میکنم (:

صادق جمعه 9 خرداد 1382 ساعت 22:24

I am 100% agree with you.
At Boys high, we have those who come to school by the most expensive car. we have those who are poor, they either don't have any cars or they have a very old one. We have boys at my age who drive Mercides(I am not sure about the spelling) which I have never seen in Iran, but during the day they are just friends, regardless of the car they have, the pocket money, or such things.
No one cares, even their parents.
Dear Amir, the way you saw the issue was amazing, thanks

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