May 21, 2003
The Iranian
Part 14
10 December 2002
"Omid! Kheyli aadame bisho-oori hasti!"
"Chera Awi? Mage man chikaar kardam baabaa? Don't blow this
out of porportion baby! Anyways, you came into the chatroom with
a secret name to spy on me?"
"OH NOOO! Don't turn this around! Don't make it sound as if
it's MY FAULT! How the hell do you think it makes me feel to hear
you talk to another girl like that? How would you feel if I would
talk to men like this?"
"Awi injaa chatte azizam. I don't know her and we were just
talking! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT YOU'RE IN A ROOM SPYING
ON ME?"
"WHAT??? TAAZE TALABKAAR HAM SHODI? You don't stay loyal to
me just because I can hear it! That not the deal! So what you are
actually trying to say it that every time I'm around, you'll be
faithfull and behind my back you'll flirt with these girls. I don't
care if it's chat or not, we met in chat, so it's real enough! Just
put yourself in my position. How would YOU feel it this was backwards?"
"I would feel like shit... "
"See!"
"I'm sorry Awi..."
"Omid you've changed! How can that be? What happened!"
"Awi, it's nothing, I'm just being a stupid fool. I don't know
why.. I'm sorry baby."
What could you say more when some one admits to being wrong and
calls himself a fool! Zaeefkoshi feels good, but it's wrong... So
that's why I forgave him and we went on.
Ever since that night Negin (or should I say Negin's protege) woke
me up. I've been wondering how true her accusation, against Omid,
actually is. So I went online with a secret nickname and sat in
his room. Just listening.
At first he was broadcasting music and talking. Just as I was about
to leave, to come online with my own nickname, this his girl came
into his room and grabbed the so called micrephone and started talking
with this fony, naznazoo kind of voice. Typical for Iranian girls.
They think it's sexy to stretch out every word: "salammmmm,
man noooonooosham az tehraaaaaan..."
And the funny part was Omid was totally buying her phony act, as
she would say: "Jediiiiii, shomaa sued hastinnnnnnn? Vaayyyyyy
man kheyliiiii suedoo dooost daraaaammmmmmmm."
To which Omid answered: "Ghadametoon roo cheshm. Man Gotenborg
zendegi mikonam!" (What was he going to do next?! Exchange
ID numbers?!)
When the girl started to talk about her everlasting devotion to
the group ABBA, I couldn't keep quiet any longer. This was worse
than being tortured. I grabbed the mic from her and revealed my
true identity!
Was I really making a big deal out of nothing. Ever since I met
Omid, I hadn't visited the chatrooms often. Especially not on my
own. Everytime I was either with Negin or Omid. Why did he still
have the need to talk to strangers and flirt? Didn't he love me
the way I loved him? Didn't he love me AS MUCH as I did?
"Hey Awi, don't be foolish now. You trust Omid. He would never
hurt you. He would never... right? ..NO HE WON'T... He promised
me..."
I couldn't finish analyzing this. Negin wanted to talk. She sent
me a copy of a conversation between Nahal and this other girl, who
regularly came online. Negin didn't get along with this other girl...
to think of it, who does Negin get along with? Except me!
I opened the file, while reading the conversation, I got more and
more angry. NAHAL WAS TALKING ABOUT ME BEHIND MY BACK! One of the
things she said was that she had never been more embarrassed in
her life than that time she came with us to the club. She also said
that she had never seen any one as ugly az Negin. And in her eyes
I apparently resembled a walking disaster. Oh yes and we were all
DEHAATI and BIKELAAS.
Why would she say this? I mean if I would open my mouth about her,
she would kill herself. The thing that made me burst into flames
was that she answered on the question: "How's Omid? ... Are
Omid bache baahaaliye!!!"
MY GODDD! The nerve!! What a sell-out! The guys are always cool
and baahaal, the girls are all ugly and fat... right? Again sooo
typical!!... OMID BAAHAAALE!! OOOHHHHH this made me SICK to my stomach!!
And who the hell did she call DEHAATI and BIKELAAS, miss-oh-let's-all-go-to-the-club-by-bus-at-4am...
I may be ugly, fat and a disaster to society, BUT I'm NOT BIKELAAS!!!
(rage gheyratam started pounding like crazy)
I felt Cruella Devil replacing my ussual sunny and friendly character.
So this is the way Nahal khanoom wants to play, right? Well ...
THIS MEANS WAR!
TO BE CONTINUED
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