توی فارسی سال چهارم دبیرستان یک شعر از مولوی بود در مورد یک طوطی که صاحبش رفت هند و وقتی بر گشت طوطی خود را به مردن زد. یک مصرع آن این بود: "طوطی من، مرغ زیرکسار من". وقتی داشتیم سر کلاس اون را میخوندیم، پسری که نوبتش بود خوند: "طوطی من، مرغ زیر کسار من". همه زدیم زیر خنده اما هیچ کس هم ازش نپرسید که به نظر اون معنی کسار چیه
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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