I am You

As he was sitting on his bed, breathed deeply and fast. His eyelids trembling were overwhelmed with tear. His hands he couldn't move, his chest drenched with sweat and his lips were shaking like the leaves in winter. A whisper you could hear coming out of the well of his body if you neared your ear to his mouth,"Re - Re - Re a llli ty." He was staring at a picture on the wall, in which a boy and a little girl hand in hand with a grin on their lips were pointing at our hero on the bed.
The shaky hero stuggling dragged his hand up, lifted it towards his face - the children might be laughing at him - but no,contrary to our expectation he touched his face (like a blind man who looks for its stick) and all of his features were there on the right place.
Relieved, as if now with the aid of stick he could run and see, glanced at the things around him, with quick movements touched them and all of a sudden burst into tears, "No, I dont believe this," was his yell. He was void of trust. "Yesterday they werent pointing at me," he whispered when a knock on the door of his room startled him, "Who's that?" he asked and in the answer the wind said "It's me, dont worry."
"So, where are you? I cant see you!!!"
Our hero sprang to the door and locked it, then suspiciously scanned the room to check whether or not anybody had intruded inside, when suddenly his own reflection in the mirror prickled him and then, after recognizing himself broke into a long laughter. He was getting calm as someone again pounded on the door. Relapsing into that desperation, he muttered, "Who's that?" And a childish familiar voiced replied, "Open the door, I am You, the wind.?
And then there was a big shout.

Enghelab(The Revolution)

As I was standing in Enghelab,looking at the sideways, fishing for a familiar face, I was waiting for a friend.("Mahdi, kidding??"was the thought that came up when I wrote the word friend.) The sun was up, watching over me and the people. People in different colours, some passing you raise their noses and stifle them and some walk like kings expecting you to pull aside for them, some just peek at you but some others of the same kind eye you warily, and some are afraid of glancing not only at you but also at any thing. I was peeking at this spectacle carefully when suddenly someone tapped me on my shoulder, "At last the friend has come," was my flying thought, that a man asked me to direct him to Enghelab and I told him he is already there, so the man relieved looked around as if in search for someone, after some time waved at someone in the crowd and smilingly strode inside the crowd and vanished."Where did he go?
Where are all these poeple going?"
Home is the simple answer or perhaps work.
"What or who am I waiting for?"
Friend is the simple answer.
"Are these people around me waiting?"
I felt cramp in my feet, so started walking to and fro peering into the distance for a figure who can figure out this cramp, but all the while there was a suspicious man who upset my view and and kept staring or sometimes peeping at me with bad intentions or perhaps he had thought of me suspicious, all in all, there was no trace of that aim of mine coming.
Sun was almost shining diagonally on the city now, people were silhouette and differentiation was hard for they were now all in black, and I was leaning against the fence that separates cars from the pavement and longing for a touch, for the taste of victory to quench my thirst.
"Why are you standing here?" was not my thought this time but the voice an officer who wanted to arrest me due to standing there for such a long time. When I told him my reason, laughed and said "Oh, if it is the case, stay as long as you want."
"Thanks officer," I said.
Nothing was constant in Enghelab, but me, the street and the roundabout.
I still go there and see no one familiar but the roundabout and the street.


*We have got a roundabout and a street called Enghelab.