 If Ali calls
Short story
By Daniel Zangeneh
September 17, 2003
The Iranian
I looked out side from the tenth floor of the building;
it was one of those
strange dark nights that you could see the white clouds are moving
through
the building. I walked to the garage and started the car, hoping
not to get
in the rush hour traffic. To my surprise, streets were kind of
empty. Rain started pouring
so hard that I couldn't see a thing. Even my car was yelling
at me "Please
don't drive me in this weather".
I was too restless to go
home that early.
As I was driving, I saw a big bar sign flashing. I decided
to stop and have
a drink. I parked the car and ran toward the bar. My clothes
became soaking
wet. The bar was kind of empty. I got a beer and looked around.
To my
surprise, at the corner of the bar I saw Shirin and Nazy.
They waved at me
and I went to their table.
"Bah bah... Salam," I said.
"Salam, long time, no see? We had a tough
day at work so we decided to
relax a little," Nazy said with a big smile on her face.
We started talking about the usual stuff; Iranian
politics, relationships, and of course about Iranian men; how
they are insensitive, arrogant,
don't
understand women, betray women, blah blah blah...
"You are so unfair Shirin. Women play games
more than men," I said.
"Whaaat?" Shirin interrupted
me. "Iranian girls are the most loyal.
They are more najeeb (decent) than all. We
never play games. Personally, I have never done anything to hurt
Ali, but he is
a jealous type and doesn't trust me. Last week, I was
chatting
with this man on the internet and he went crazy. He told me why
do I need to
chat with other men, if I love him. I talked with a few men just
as a friend, not anything else, but he can't
understand that. He doesn't
understand the meaning of the love."
"Come on Shirin, I don't like your internet
friends,
because they all want
to pick you up," Nazy said and but added, "you are
right about Iranian girls. We are the best. I
know this man who cheats on his wife every time he gets a chance.
And his
wife is like an angel, it's a shame."
"Well, in every culture, there are good and
bad people. You shouldn't blame every
one because of a few guys," I said.
"I know, but jenseh mardaa az beekh
kharaabeh," (guys are fundamenntally rotten) Shirin
said with a big laugh.
I excused myself to go and get another
beer. When I came back, there was a
man sitting with them.
"Oh, this is my friend John from work," Shirin
said. John and Shirin were sitting next to each other, cheek
to cheek, talking,
laughing and drinking White Russians. He was rubbing her shoulder
and neck in such a sexual way that even Nazy became embarrassed.
Nazy and I tried to talk and
not pay
attention to the situation. But, Shirin interrupted us and said: "You
know
something, I'm so sorry but John reminded me of an account
that must be
ready by tomorrow, so we are going back to work to finish the
job. It was
very nice seeing you again."
"Have fun! And say hi to Ali for me," I said.
Then she turned and said, "Oh Nazy
joon, if Ali calls, tell him I have
to work very late tonight in a different office."
As they were leaving the bar, John grabbed her
waist and they went off to finish the job.
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