When an iranian writes in english
This letter was written by an employee of the NIOC (National Iranian Oil Company) back in the I960’s to his American boss, Mr.Hamilton.
Dear Mr.Hamilton I, the undersigned, have worked in the NIOC in Masjed-Solyeman for three years, but since Mr.Ahmadi transferred here everything has changed.
I don’t know “what a wet wood I have sold him” that from the very first day he has been “pulling the belt to my lift” With all kinds of “cat dancing” he has tried to become the “eye and the light” of Mr.Wilson.
He made so much “mouse running” that finally Mr.Wilson “became donkey”, and appointed Mr.Ahmadi as his right hand man, and told me to work “under his hand”
Mr.Wilson promised me that next year he would make me his right hand man, but “my eye didn’t not drink water”, and I knew that all these were “hat play”, and he was trying to put a “hat on my head” I “put the seal of silence to my lips” and did not say anything. Since that he was just “putting watermelon under my arms” Knowing that this transfer was only “good for his aunt”, I started begging him to forget that I ever came to see him and forget my visit altogether. I said “you saw camel, you did not see camel”... .but he was not “getting of the devils donkey”.. .“what headache shall I give you” I am now forced to work in the mail house with bunch of “blind, bald, height and half height” people. “Imagine how much my ass burns”
Now Mr.Hamilton, “I turn around your head” you are my only hope and my “back and shelter”... .“I swear you to the 14 innocents” please “do some work for me”....”in the resurrection day l’ll grasp your skirt”... .“I have six head bread eaters” I kiss your hand and legs” Your servant
I Invite you to visit
NAIL IN THE FENCE
Make sure you read all the way down to the last sentence.
(Most importantly the last sentence)
There once was a little boy who had a bad
temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails
and told him that every time he lost his
temper, he must hammer a nail into the back
of the fence. The first day the boy had
driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next
few weeks, as he learned to control his
anger, the number of nails hammered daily
gradually dwindled down. He discovered
it was easier to hold his temper than to
drive those nails into the fence.
Finally the day came when the boy didn't
lose his temper at all. He told his father
about it and the father suggested that the
boy now pull out one nail for each day that
he was able to hold his temper.
The days passed and the young boy was finally
able to tell his father that all the nails
were gone. The father took his son by the
hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You
have done well, my son, but look at the
holes in the fence. The fence will never be
the same. When you say things in anger,
they leave a scar just like this one. You
can put a knife in a man and draw it out.
It won't matter how many times you say I'm
sorry, the wound is still there. " A verbal
wound is as bad as a physical one.
Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They
make you smile and encourage you to succeed.
They lend an ear, they share words of praise
and they always want to open their hearts to us."
It's National Friendship Week. Show your
friends how much you care. Send this to
everyone you consider a FRIEND, even if
it means sending it back to the person who
sent it to you. If it comes back to you,
then you'll know you have a circle of friends.
Now send this to every friend you have!! And to
Please forgive me if I have ever left a hole
"Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me,
I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend."
دروغ گفتن به ضربت لازم ماند كه اگر نيز جراحت درست شود؛نشان بماند.