I Am an Iranian Daughter

Iran`s Historical Monuments,Iranian`s ceremonies,and some times my Thoughts, Diary...

Saturday, May 10, 2003

Today when I came back home, I was too tired. When I got on the bus I took a seat by window. I started to whisper one of my popular song. Because nothing more than singing can calm and relax me. But suddenly I understood someone were looking at me surprisingly, I shied, stopped and looked at out in darkness. After that I felt upset too, because I can not finish my song. Really why we .concern about others thoughts more than our comfortable?!



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