Again, free like a bird

Hey again. I was out for a job for a week and I couldn’t write here. Actually, I was out for a work trip (Safar). I really love to work hard. Actually, in these kinds of countries, western countries, everybody in all ages has to work to get money for his/her expenses (Makhaarej). What’s my job? Well, you can call me a sales person, a broker (Gharar Dad Neviis). I am a broker and I like these kinds of jobs. Talking to people and try your best to convince and sell to them is cool, is fun. Anyways, I have to apologize (Ozr Khahi) Toranj, and the other members of our weblog and all you people. I was working for nine hours a day, walking in the streets, talking to people and convincing them is really hard. Am I unhappy of working for nine hours a day? Oh, no way. I make money and I do not have to get money from any one, even my father and that is the ultimate (Nahayat) fun. Getting independent and being an independent is priceless
Amir.