Rāyiḥah mamnū': Persiska (Farsi) 1399

Sometimes I only knew a man who would change his clothes and sit behind this face and behind that face... Sometimes he would wear the mask of a professor and sometimes he would appear in the form of my closest family friend. Sometimes he was as close to me as my boyfriend and sometimes he ruined the earth and time for me in the form of a father. Sometimes it captured my heart, sometimes it played with my soul. Sometimes he put his supporting hand on my shoulder and sometimes he played the role of threat. This man used to extort money. He was cheating, he was flirting... but he wasn't manly... This "man" was everything that wasn't a man, and that unknown person in the window frame was stranger to me than anyone in this world. I only knew that the shadow of this man was not yet hidden behind that honey look... I only knew that something was different about him... and I believed for worse and worse... that sometimes people in legitimate appearances They put their lives on the line when this cowardly man grows up in front of them. He finds honor by their side, and in front of the worst in the world, this scoundrel becomes a man in a strange way.