It’s been years, living changed to stressful and tiresome activity, people around here suffering from verity of life-problems. Youngsters , specially boys are forced to marry at later ages .thus girls have no choice unless staying at home or have their hope somewhere else specialy unversity. Boys watching pretty and rich girls with a look full of yearning and wish they could marry them. So there is no sense in ethical and providential thoughts. It’s been days, Fred became friend with his new girl friend. He told me lots of things about her. I could remember his sayings about another girl, but that time he was going to marry her to the edge, therefore I didn’t take his sayings serious. He was talking about a creature that I could promised no one could find it here. When he was hopless to marry Zari , decided to let Iranian girls go off and to immigrant to a foreign country . Leelee was the name of his new girl friend , she was so pretty in her photos that I could confirm every good adjectives, Fred was telling me . I asked Fred about what Leelee has in contrast to Zari . He was full of sorrows that he was expecting this question, so he begun to sob his heart out.
Tell me what she doesn’t have , the girl I knew her virtue and beauty from behind her dark clothing ( scarf, veil , Mantua ) , has everything except an understanding for beginning new love-full life . We talked only two times and not with the permission of her family . And from that short relation we became to understand that we can build our companionate life for a long time .thus I decided to marry her and for that, traditionally it’s needed to go to girls’ family house with my family . With acceptance of my parents we went to Zari’s house . In an official and stressful meeting , both families sat in front of each other like a court . First thing her father asked me was about whether I have my own house , and my answer was clear , I replied in regretful and low voice “ No, Sir , But the company I’m working for is going to give me house in future …. “, but before I complete my sentence , he asked me another question about my car . This time was the same as before , “ No sir …” , Haj agha looked me again and told me “ so what do you have for marrying my daughter ? “, I answered this question proudly “ I have B.A in English Translation , meanwhile I know other languages like Italian and …” , “ ok , so how much are these things worth? can you buy house or even car with your knowledge or build a happy and comfortable life for my daughter ?” , this time my father came to help me to bring me out of this hell , “ Don’t worry Haj agah , we as their parents will help them to start their new life . “, Haj agha with unpleasant look , called his son “Hey Majid escort them to the kitchen and let them talk “ . There I sat down in front of Zarri and we began to talk about nonsense objectives . “It seems your father is not fine with this meeting “ I told her . “Don’t worry , I talked with my father about you , I told him you are kind man “ Zari said , after 10 minutes Haj agha shouted “ Hey Majid , tell them it’s enough “ . We were back in living room , Haj agha again began to talk about financial things like ‘Mehriye’ , “My daughter’s Mehriye is 10,000 Golden Coin and her marriage ceremony should be held in the best expensive salon and … “ , for a moment I thought I’m in middle of slave market and he is trying to sell me his slave . It was the last thing I remember and I told my parents to leave this market . The day after that hateful meeting , I decided to sell all my properties and what I have, just to escape from there . Not to be there and begging love from Haj agha and not to make her daughter my slave .
Fred was not a happy person that time , he was hopeless and tired of everything . After selling all his properties he immigrated to Italy , his loving country . Not only his problems solved with immigration , but also it was multiplied . He had no job , no spot to live , no money and other problems on his shoulders . Nights he slept in parks to save his little money and not to spend it on a motel room . Days he was wandering around to find a job , but no one employ him because of his background, specially his country . His major hope was knowing Italian language . after days and nights he found a bookshop store . he was successful in satisfing owner of the store to hire him . it was that time he gain some hope for a better future . The owner of the store was an old kind man named Luca and was pleased with Fred’s virtues and cleverness. But he still had his unsolved problem of homelessness, so he tried to sleep in parks and dead end alleys . He sat in a corner dejected, trying to make it to the morning . Luca spoke to Fred very rarely and just for issues about store and nothing more . but after months he invite him to his house for a dinner , so as Persian tradition after lots of compliments he accepted to go there , Luca told him in a gentle and pleasant smile look “ Fred , you are like my own son , so don’t be shy to accept this “ . It seemed he knew about Iranian people and their polite behavioral traditions . “ I like you to be in my house and serve tonight dinner together” Luca said . After he was done with his daily bookshop job , he went straightforward to his baggage and brought out his best suit and put on his cloths at the corner of a dead end alley . This is the first time he was going to take a cab and first time to see beautiful night of Rome. The city was more eye catching at nights . When he arrived at the Luca’s house , he rang the bell , a moment after, he saw the most beautiful creature in his entire life time . He was shocked and out of control , like most of the Iranian youngsters he didn’t saw girls in that cloth in this much close range . he put his head down and in polite manner and told the girl “ Come Stai ? “ and the beautiful young girls replied in her heavenly smile look “ Sto bene , grazie “ and asked him to come in . It was after a long time , Fred was going to eat a warm and homemade food and it soothed his broken heart . All of the meeting time , Fred kept stealing glances at the girl while it was slow motioned for him . kind old man came to him and sat beside him and asked him “So , tell me son ,why you live your country and u immigrated here to Italy ?” , Fred with all his sorrowful mind , he didn’t began to talk about problems in Iran and answered “ Just because I always like to be here in Italy and continue my life in this place “ , Luca asked his daughter to bring some homemade cookies . And the girl replied “ Si , Padre “ and after a while she came with a plate of cookies while she sat in front of Fred . Luca wisely asked Fred “ Are you still looking for a house to hire ? “ , Fred answered “ Si “ just in a Persian accent , maybe because he thought he is now enough close and forgot there is any language barrier . This is when LeeLee , the dreamy girl told his father “ hey dad ,why don’t u ask him to live with us , we have other 3 empty rooms “ , but Fred because of his origin and Persian pride, he replied quickly “ no , madam , no way , I would not bother you and your family “ . Luca’s wife called everyone for serving food . Fred found Italian culture really close to Persian and he was suffering from no extra stress effect there.
