The Father

During my childhood, one of the huge questions I always had in my mind was my father’s sleeping that how peacefully put his head on the pillow and falls asleep. The next subject is something every boy is proud of and somehow expect the hero of his life to have is physical strength. I confess even at the peak of my youth when my father was a middle-aged guy, I didn’t have a quarter of his physical power.

The reason behind all of this is tough and continuous constructional work. My father is well known for being tireless, insistent, and speedy in his work. Even though he broke his arm while working and had to place a platinum piece in his arm, He’s still a workaholic and a hard worker. Most of the time he’s upstairs, on the roof of the house or the car or with a board under his feet; otherwise he’s heading downstairs.

I believe there are two reasons for his method of life. One is him being such a family-loving person and the other one is a difficult condition of living in s cold a mountaineer country like Taleghan. 

The love he has for his family was the reason he came to Hashtgerd every night despite his exhaustion just to visit us and he would go back to Taleghan for work early morning; but we use to go and visit him on weekends.

Living condition in Taleghan is irregular due to the seasonal work. If you don’t supply yourself with food during summer, you’re going to die from hunger during winter. My father doesn’t waste a second in a day and even in his leisure time, he would visit the mechanic and help to fix his car faster so he can work more. My father and I are so different.