Short Story: The Ability to See No Writing by Reza Salehinia.

I was trying my best to tell my father exactly where it was. I was pointing with my hand to show him exactly where it was, but my father couldn’t see anything except for the TV antennas and I was slowly becoming disappointed. My friends agreed with my father. They all said that there were only a few antennas scattered around there. But I could see it. It was something incredibly strange and amazing. It was like nothing else and I wanted to see it. My insistence was starting to annoy my father. I desperately wanted to get closer and touch it with my hand. It wasn’t an easy task. Our neighborhood was far away and I didn’t know anyone there. The roof was very high and climbing up wasn’t my thing. Finally, one hot summer day, I couldn’t take it anymore. It was 2 PM. The alley was completely deserted. The sun was directly hitting my head. I looked at it from a distance once again. It was astonishing and extraordinary.

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Painting: Mirror of Kaw, a work by Sanam Salehi.

من یک دانشجو هستم

I am a student.