One day in the 7th grade in class as our teacher didn’t show up we were left with a free period. Tavassoli who was in charge during such times urged us to work on the assignment we would have had. I zipped through it and then hoping to get out of class and asked him, “What do we do if we are done with our class assignment?” “Just study until the bell rings,” he responded. Of course I had no such intentions. With us being in the midst of Tehran’s provisional soccer season, I ripped out a page from my notebook and began drawing a bunch of blue clad players sitting on the ground nodding their heads. At a podium I drew my best impression of Naser Hejazi, the Esteghlal goalkeeper. Using speech bubbles I had him saying “Getting our asses kicked on the field is not right (sahih nist)!” The nodding teammates all responded, “It’s absolutely right (sahih ast).” I was quite pleased with my play on words and after showing my drawing to a neutral party, Bijan (who supported Homa), I...
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