(((three parentheses means that person is thinking to self)))
Hajiagha and Roya are sitting on a couch
H: I’ve written you a poem in English
R: English? An English poem?
H: Yes and I’m working on a painting to go with it
R: Ok let’s hear it
Dear Roya my dream
Since I met you I use more head
I use left truck instead of my back
because I want better back
to make love at night
You understand me
You know I hate Canada
Freedom is for gays
Iran does not have gays
You are free
like a bird out of jail
like a jail bird
I am free
but I’m not gay
You are not feminist
you don’t use sex toys
maybe you do but I don’t care
as long as you’re not a feminist
R: Oh that’s nice, I guess
H: But there is more
H: Yes I also wrote about you bosoms
R: My Bosoms???
H: Not your bosoms, you as bosom
R: You mean blossoms?
H: Is it blossoms?
R: Haji why don’t you write me a poem in Persian instead?
H: Okay maybe I give you the poem and painting together
H: Yes I’m a good artist
R: Speaking of being an artist, Haji why don’t you sell your art?
H: These stupid galleries, racism, my art …
R: Haji slow down, I mean you have all these paintings scattered around and you want to sell them for thousands of dollars which no one buys. Haven’t so far
H: Someone told me that if you put a high price on it, people may want to buy it
R: Who was that person? Did he not like Canada either?
H: I don’t think so
R: Why don’t you start thinking about other options?
H: Like what?
R: Like for example, draw a lot of these paintings and sell it as hotel art to hotels and motels. Slap a painting together in half hour and sell it for $50 or $100
H: Slap together? I’m an artist
R: Haji you need a better future. If your work catches on you can have your own gallery. You can use a steadier job
H: Ahhh, all women are like that. They want to work the man like slave
R: What about your poem to me? I work 10 – 15 hours a day. I work more than you do. You work one day and stay home 2 days
H: So what do you want me to do?
R: Explore your options. Don’t fantasize all the time. Come down and walk on earth?
H: But Canada …
R: F*** Canada! Do your thing man. Stop Canada this Canada that
H: But I’ve worked all my life and didn’t get anywhere from working. I am an artist now
R: Artists make money of their art
H: But …
R: But nadare, I know that you’ll probably not change and will work as you please. So just you know why I can’t commit …
H: I thought if a man committed that is enough and the woman always submit?
R: You mean commit? It better not be submit
H: Commit, submit, what’s the difference?
R: Well women choose to commit and never submit
(((maybe she is right. If it was just me I wouldn’t care)))
R: Alright then, what’s for dinner?
H: How about another poem?! hehehe