It was a few days before Eid. Most of the children were absent, or mostly had gone to their own cities and towns or were busy with Eid work, but our teacher came to the class without any delay and started teaching.
Our dry and regulatory teacher has become delicious on the difficulty of “Sadra”.
Finally, the class was about to end when one of the children said very quietly: Enough of the last year professor!
The master also pulled a hand on his hairless head! And he took his glasses off his eyes and as he was putting them on the table, he himself sat down on the chair for the first time.
Our 50-year-old professor said with the burnt brown coat he was wearing. Now that you can stop me from teaching, let me tell you a memory.
“I was about 21 or 22 years old, we lived in Mashhad, my parents were farmers with wrinkled and sunburned hands, hands that whenever I saw them I wanted to kiss them, smell them, which I never did. I didn’t allow myself to do it with my father, but I always smelled my mother’s hands very gently like “mash pilaf” that we ate on Eid night after Eid night, and at the end I put it on my lips.
Our teacher now sentences his words with a bit of anger: I don’t know if you guys also found out that every parent has their own special smell or not? But I always felt my mother’s smell when she was not there and I missed her from the old white tent with small red flowers on them, I would hold the tent in front of my mouth and nose and breathe with it for a few minutes.. .
But regarding my father; Like all fathers; I was never allowed to express my feelings except once, not directly.
It was near Eid, I had just become a teacher and I had received my first salary. It was morning. I went to the water tank to get water to wash the breakfast dishes.
I was going up the stairs when I heard a slight sob, a man’s sob, every step I went up I heard the sound louder… The master is now crying himself…
It was my father, my mother was also comforting me, saying sir! God is great, God does not allow us to be small in front of children, besides, we do not give children Eid, God’s Quran cannot be wrong, but my father said: Our granddaughters grew up in Tehran and they expect us, they should not think that we…
Now the story was clearer than asking my mother why my father was crying. I put my hand in my pocket, it was 100 Tomans, all the money I had received from school, I put it on my father’s bed and bent down, and the bed was full of dirt. And I kissed Khali, who was with Dad every day in the farmland.
That year, all my brothers and sisters came from Tehran to Mashhad, with tall and medium-sized children, each of whom easily called me “uncle” and “uncle”.
Dad gave 10 tomans to each of the children and grandchildren, 10 tomans remained, which he gave to mom as an Eid gift.
It was the first day after vacation, the 14th, that I went to class.
After the class, the manager said with a new tie that he had hung on him that he had work and I should go to his room.
I said: what is this?
“Open, you will understand”
I opened it, it was 900 Tomans in cash!
what is this for
“It came from the center; in the few months that you were here, the children grew well, that’s why I asked the center to encourage you.”
Honestly, I didn’t know what this could mean, only at that time I subconsciously told the manager that it should be 1000 tomans, not 900 tomans!
The manager said how do you know? did anyone tell you I said: No, I’m just guessing, that’s all.
Honestly, the manager didn’t know whether to laugh or get angry at my arrogance, but in any case, he said he would inquire from the center and let me know.
The next day, when I went to the teachers’ room to get ready for class, the principal approached me and said: I inquired yesterday as soon as you left, you were right, it was a thousand tomans, not nine hundred tomans, the person who brought the package had cashed his hundred tomans, so I went and took it from him, but I have a condition for giving it…
“What condition?”
Tell me, how did you know? Don’t say I guessed it was funny.
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The teacher looked a little at the bright eyes of the children, who eagerly wanted to hear the answer to the manager’s question, and took the golden handle of his glasses and placed it behind his ear and said: “I said to the manager, have you ever heard that God rewards good people 10 times for their deeds?”
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