I have always hated to buy a goldfish for the Haft Seen, I was scared to buy one, I was frightened.  It doesn't matter how many fish are wriggling in the aquarium,  like all those standing in front of the glass container, you look at the moving orange and red smudges here and there in the tank, watch them closely, stare at them for as long as you feel satisfied and at last, you will point to one or two! They are selected, chosen. Last year one, this year four and the year before last three….

It doesn't matter how many you buy, it doesn't matter how much you pay for each, it doesn't matter how red your goldfish is, how fast it moves, it doesn't matter how often you change the water in the bowl or how much you are careful with the water temperature, not too cold , not too warm , right as your body temperature, it doesn't matter if you get fish food from the nearest pet shop miles away  and then add or throw or mix the pink powder into the water in the mornings and the green one in the afternoons or  give your fish nothing but water, it doesn't matter how big the fish bowl is , it doesn't matter how strongly  you wish to see your small pale goldfish as red as  possible in the transparent colorless bowl  to its last days, it doesn't matter how many hours you sit and look at it passionately, talk to it tenderly  and  more or less get used to it , get fond of it and love it, …your small red goldfish , like all the other fish trapped in a tight small bowl, gets bored, feels miserable then sad, gives up and dies…. Just like you yourself.

 Dear Mrs ...

It's very kind of you to send me a copy. It seems that we are always spending the rush hours of our life, too busy to have a look at others, too hasty to wait for a miracle to happen; and then it happens, a new life is born every second, every minute for each of us but we are too busy to care. Too involved to see that the game is over. The mother is calling you .you have to be home by night and it's already late. Gathering your dolls, looking for your lost little ball; oh just wasting the time. The mother is just waiting for YOU. Wash your face and clean your hands. She doesn't want to see you like this.

یه کم توضیح: چند سال پیش، گمونم سه سال اینا، یکی از معلم هام اینو برام فرستاد. زیریشم جواب منه. داشتم فایل های قدیمی رو گرد گیری میکردم. دیدم... خوندم و از بزرگ شدنم ترسیدم!