Carrot Juice|آب هویج

Story By: Laleh Chini

When I was little, I got sick with severe vomiting and diarrhea.  My parents took me to the hospital where I was given an IV for a day or so.



After we were released from the hospital, the doctor recommended my parents to give me lots of carrot juice.


I am not sure if carrot juice really helps to stop diarrhea or not, all I knew at the time was that it was my least favorite vegetable. In Iran, carrot juice is served with two big scoops of vanilla ice cream, in ice cream shops. When it was served like that, I loved carrot juice, but ice cream wasn’t good for my situation and I had to drink the carrot juice plain.

My parents took me to a famous café near the  Saadi monument directly from the hospital where they ordered carrot juice for me.



Saadi, who was born in Shiraz in 1210, was one of the most famous poets and literary men of the medieval times. He is recognized in many different countries all over the world for the quality of his writings and his social and moral thoughts.

Since I was sick, I was in a bad mood. I was crying endlessly, refusing to drink the carrot juice. My father was holding me while kindly asking me to drink it,


promising to take me home to see my sister if I did. I really wanted to go home to my sister but not at the price of drinking carrot juice.

We were in a huge argument when a chubby police man with a thick mustache and no hair walked into the cafe. My instincts told me that I should stop crying. I became quiet and he walked toward us while staring directly into my eyes. I was so scared and can’t remember if I was even breathing at all.

When he got closer to us, he looked at my father and said: “What seems to be the problem sir.” My father responded very seriously like there was a true complaint: “My daughter has diarrhea so the doctor prescribed carrot juice and now she is refusing to drink her juice.”

I was shaking with fear and thought the police man was going to take me with him. He looked at me and said: “If you drink your carrot juice while I’m watching, I will give you my whistle.”  He then whistled and I fell in love with that whistle.


I drank the big glass of carrot juice so fast and looked into police man’s eyes instantly as if to say “Okay, now hand me my whistle.”

The police man said: “Good girl,”and walked towards the sales person. My father waved to the police man and walked out of the store with a satisfying smile.

Now I started crying for the whistle …


Categories: iran, memoir, memories, memory, short stories, short story, story, tale, True story, truth


  1. Ha ! From the beginning I had my doubt. The policeman would not keep his part of the bargain. I’m proved right.

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  2. An Iranian version of the Carrot and the Stick? 😉

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  3. What a great story!! I love it!!

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  4. Beautiful story specially mentioning about Saadi was interesting. Your writing makes me visualize the concept of the story. Nicely done.

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  5. Reblogged this on Have We Had Help? and commented:
    This reminds me of being told a spoonful of Codliver Oil a day was good for me by my mother…

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  6. Very interesting background for you memories of whistle and diarrhea.

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  7. it’s of course very healthy. I can remember when I was young we played every weekend football (soccer) and after that, we have got to the ice cream shop and drunk carrot juice with ice cream mixed! هویج بستنی it was so delicious!

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  8. Thanks for the follow of my blog. Your site is fascinating, and I look forward to reading more about Iran, a country I would like to visit someday. Have you been able to go back since you were a child?

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  9. Carrot juice and ice cream sounds delicious! Is the ice cream mixed in with the juice?

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  10. is this your own childhood you are telling the story about? very cute.
    good to read one of your own stories every now and then,
    keep it up

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  11. Thank you for the follow. I’m returning the favor. I grew up eating carrots and loved them. My mother usually grated them to put in the food, or sliced and cooked them as a side dish. Most of the time we ate them whole as a snack. My sons loved the carrot and celery sticks. Naturally, they ate the carrot sticks first.

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  12. Thanks for letting me camp out in your blog this evening. I had a great time and look forward to many return visits.

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