Memorabilia of a Writer

Monday, September 11, 3027

Introduction

I am a writer, I think it is interesting that I write about my whole of memorabilia and diary. I want to write about my life from during of child until now. You know that when we pass my life and when we see the way of we pass, no empty from two things: one, it is sorry for me. Second, it is funny. By the way, both of them are sad, because it is one thing that we lost. When we lost the life we are the same of one person that stays at the end of a line. It is very sad and tragic.

However, the past was passed does not come back, so we ought to be happy and pleased that past of age is a big experience that is useful to another person.

I think the every moment of life that the passed it is like of leaf of a tree that falls so much tired and depressed. You know that leaf of the tree when fallen at the land and earth, the wind moves it and after that, it will be under of foot. This issue is very tragic. However, the share of memorabilia whit you are fantastic for me.

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Tuesday, September 12, 3027

Part one

Citizenship identity card
1354 Shamsi

I don't know when I born? Not registered anywhere and any place. Well, I remember when the registry office officer came in my village. The officer of the registry office stays on the front of Aslam Darogha. He has a photographic device. The photographic device was like of a box whit a Handle. I remember he took pictures from my brother: Ewaz Ali. Ewaz Ali is biggest my. So Ewaz Ali's Citizenship identify Card has a photo but my Citizintion identify Card hasn't photo.

When the officer of the registry office came in my village was a day. That day my father took me from my home down of village. The name of my area is "Dehan_e_qoshqol", so, we went to my aunt that was his name "Basi" we said "Khal Basi" or "aunt Basi". Then I and my father and brothers stayed in front of 'Aunt Basi"' home. I remember the sun shined that day, the village was silent and calm.aunt Basi"' home was on the slope of a mountain. Then we went to don of the village for taking citizenship identity card.

Well, when we have gone to "Aslam Darogha"' home in place of taking citizenship identify the card, my father told to Officer of Citizenship identity card: "my son "Ali Musa" is a baby and he is in Cradle. Mean of my father was me, while I was in here. Maybe you ask why your father lies? Lies of my father return to a situation of that time because people hid the age sons. The government of that time was very dangerous and Dracula. People dislike son go to the soldier.