Yaghoob and Forogho Saltane

I wrote this for my cousin , Ehsan. when my friends read it, they liked it . I 'm sharing it in my blog.I hope you enjoy it as well.

I am a lonely boy, living alone in this city, far away from my family. This is my first semester in this university and I had never lived alone in my nineteen years of living, so I have problems with my new situation.
One of the problems of being alone is that I have to do everything by myself. Nobody takes care of me any more. There is no mom, no dad, and not even a younger brother here to do my things. I have to wash my things myself, cook my meals, and clean the house, and a lot of other things. I have to do all of these things myself! And do you think I can do all of these perfectly?! Ofcourse not!!! For example I get home at 7 o’clock in the afternoon. I am tired, dirty, and hungry. Then I start thinking:” First of all I have to take a bath. No! Prepare something to eat. No! First I sleep, when I get up I do these things. No! I have to study! Ohhhhhhhhhh! How can I do all of these things?!” And do you know what happens? I eat bread while I am taking a shower, and I am thinking about my lessons! Suddenly I hear a sound and that is my washing machine that had been washing my clothes without water! I had forgotten to turn the fauset on! Then I smell something, ohhhhhh no the only thing that I had to eat does not exist any more! I burnt the dinner! And that is when I have to go and buy eggs from the supermarket. I get dressed and go out angrily. But then I become happy. I remember that I am not really alone and I have “Forogho Saltane” and “Yaghoob”! They are the only creatures living with me in the house. Then I go to Forogho Saltane and ask her if she could help me to eat something for dinner. And you know what I see? I see her kind face and hear her lovely voice that says:” Yes, dear ehsan come and take my newborn child. Take him and eat him. You are the one who takes care of me and my lovely husband Yaghoob. I will have more children!“ yes that’s when I come into the house and heat the pan untill it is hot enough to fry Forogho Saltane’ newborn child. Then I pour the oil in the pan and…I break the eggs in it!
Yes that is me living alone in this city ohh I am sorry. That is me living with two other lovely creatures the kind “Forogho Saltane”(my hen) and her dear husband “Yaghoob”!!!!!!!

The Folks Inside

Inside you, boy,
There’s an old man sleepin’,
Dreamin’, waitin’ for his chance.
Inside you, girl,
There’s an old lady dozin’,
Wantin’ to show you a slower dance.
So keep on playin’,
Keep on runnin’,
Keep on jumpin’,til the day
That those old folks
Down inside you
Wake up…and come out to play

Here I stand with my son,
my car Franklin, and me.
What am I doing?
I am never going to get out of the dust.

But I can’t stay here forever.
I can’t just rot out here like an old carcass.
All my life I have lived in dust.
How every time the wind blew, the dust danced around you.
I am not going to die out here from this miserable drought.

I’ve never seen grass in so long.
Never seen the forest green trees
The birds chirp like beautiful music
The wonderful smells of the beautiful daisies and roses
Or the taste of the fresh bisquits and mashed potatoes.
What happened?

After pushing my car for about an hour,
I think I can’t leave this place,
This dusty dry Oklahama panhandle is just a place I like to call Home.