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"The girls are not allowed to go, the rest of the boys will laugh at me," he said. He looked like a coward saying that. "Be logical, even if you wanted to, the two sides would not allow".
I wasn't asking for much, but every time I wanted to do something the boys were doing, I would hear the same phrase. I was eleven years old and I was tired of hearing this phrase: "you can't do that". Even now the phrase "you can't do that" is still with me like waving a red rag in front of a bull. She makes my blood boil.
The two brothers always expected the girls to stay inside the house and out of the scene. And he was not alone in this thought. No girl was allowed to run and play outside the House. The boys were free, but the girls were always in the houses. It was very unfair to me.
She whispered to me, yawning: "come in. I'll count to twenty and then come back. If we don't hurry, I'll forget
"Don't go,"Ali said meekly. He took the lantern and opened the door of the outer house, which was a narrow single room, very carefully, as if expecting the appearance of a mouse or a live one. It wasn't rare to find live grass indoors, but I didn't care as long as the live was non-toxic. Ali waved the lantern inside the room several times before entering.
It was dark black. And even blacker than black if it were possible. The darkening stretched forever and pulsed
A neighborhood that can reach out and swallow you whole. On this warm summer night, it seemed as if even the moon and the stars had abandoned me. I meditated in the night and the darkness meditated in me. If a person allows his fear to prevail, he will be consumed by darkness, that's what I said to myself, and I said calmly," don't be afraid, " and I repeated it over and over again, like a hymn.
A faint sound came from behind me, a scratching and crackling sound, and it was getting louder and louder. My brother whispered to me when he realized Me.Wait... Wait for me". "I lost one of my Invisibles,"his voice dwindled as he said. "Look, I brought the lantern". I wanted to say that I don't need it. But the dim light was comforting, I returned to Ali, took the lantern from him and raised it above my head so that around us there was a planet of light. It was two years ahead of me, but it was I who was to blame in this case, because he was afraid of the dark. Walking. The end of the backyard was still about fifty yards ahead of
Ten minutes ago, I was with the rest of the Family-Mom, Dad, my three brothers, and my sister-sleeping on the floor of the big room. It's hard to believe, but I was in Ali's backyard. When he turned thirteen, he began to wet his bed. I heard mom explain.
For Dad it's just a phase". We used to call Dad, akagan, and its Persian meaning is "dear sir". They hummed, but I could see he was upset.
Sometimes, Ali would wet his bed in his sleep and sometimes he would wake up in the middle of the night, very driven to relieve himself, but our house didn't have an indoor toilet, so he was facing the journey
Long in the dark to the outhouse at the end of the backyard he was trying to hold himself until dawn, until he found enough light to feel brave. But no matter how he turned over in his bed, no matter how much he prayed to the guardians to give him endurance, he could not hold on. Ali was too old to be afraid of the dark, so the akagan used to say, without showing much sympathy. I've never been afraid of the dark myself, and you can imagine how much shame he feels on me waking me up to walk . With him to the Outer House. He didn't have to worry about waking up our parents by turning over in bed, the two boys were snoring, the noise of his snoring was like the sound of the agricultural tractor he was using to cultivate the land.
I shrugged my shoulders and turned over to the other side, but he didn't stop.
"Wake up... I need to relieve myself," that's how it got more urgent for me, and I shrugged my shoulders.
Several weeks ago, when he entered this state, his shyness had to prevent him from waking me up, and in the morning we could see signs that he was rushing outside as soon as he woke up, but mom discovers wet traces in his bed and she folds him up. She would pretend that the wet spot and the traces were due to an accident at home; she often said that it leaked from the thermos, to save him from shame.
Someone must have knocked down the thermos,"she said loudly, smiling.
I was asking: "who drinks tea at night in his bed?"». And you laughingly say: "Alice
It's strange that tea is only spilled on his bed».
Maybe he wanted to compensate me, because tonight he was determined to wake me up.