یک معلم عربی توی ایران داشتیم که هر وقت کسی
شلوغ میکرد داد میزد سرش اون کثافت الاغ بیشعوری که از ته کلاس عربده
میکشه تربیت خانودگیش را نشون میده. نمیدونم چرا هیچ وقت کسی توی کلاس به
اون نگفت تو خودت چقدر خوب با این حرفهایت تربیت خانودگیت را نشون میدی،
فکر کنم از ترس کتک خوردن کسی چیزی نمیگفت اگر چه از اونجا که خیلی همه به
این چرت و پرتهایش می خندیدند شاید می خواستند که دوباره هم بگه
آقای انصاری، نمیدونم هنوز زنده هستی یا نه
I remember when I first arrived in the US due to the different culture I was brought up in, the folks in town teased me and considered me "not right" and implied slight mental illness or simply being different. I was in a relationship of some kind with this girl in town. She once told me, “Everybody thinks I should be afraid of you, but I’m not.” The town's sheriff would take photographs of us and follow one or both of us in his vehicle. Eventually I caught her making love to an unidentified person. Shortly afterwards the sheriff also arrived and spotted me. I fled, leaving my scarf behind on the branch of a bush. My girlfriend disappeared under suspicious circumstances and was later found dead. Shunned by many, I was immediately considered the main suspect. While in the interrogation room, I was shown a white cloth, which the sheriff identified as the item used to strangle the girl. I denied that the girl and I were romantically involved. Locals vandalized o...
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