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A memory I have of school days was when we went to Tajrish. There was guy there who would always be walking through the bazaar with his arms stretched out and was supposedly blind. He would be constantly yelling out “آی برادران کمک کنید....” and when people placed money in his hand he would pray for them. We used to play the game “کی کجا با کی چکار میکرد” and it was always hard to come up with all the names even after using all of our classmates and teachers so his name somehow got in the mix. Since we didn’t know his name we just referred to him as “آی برادران”. One night we had gone to Shahr’e Bazi next to Evin Prison and Atisaz buildings and it was the end of the night and we were leaving when outside we saw someone sitting on the curb that kinda looked like him. My friend told me to get closer and see if it was in fact him but his head was kinda down and it was dark anyway so I wasn’t able to tell. So my friend said go and ask him but I didn’t want to and he kept insisting so finally I said “اصلا برم چی بگم؟  ازش بپرسم ببخشید شما آی برادران هستید؟” And with saying that we both burst out laughing. And to top it off amidst our laughter the guy suddenly got up and started shouting “آی برادران کمک کنید....”


 

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