Carrot Juice|آب هویج

“8th story”

A story by Laleh Chini:

First published at Oct.05.2017

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 favourite 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 the 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 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 policeman with a thick moustache 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 policeman 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 the police man’s eyes instantly as if to say “Okay, now hand me my whistle.”

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

Now I started crying for the whistle …

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  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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  13. May I ask you which language you use on your post title? I guise it’s urdu, am I right?

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  14. You mean he didn’t give you the whistle? The mean man. Though I do understand probably he’d have gotten into trouble for losing it.

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  15. I can’t imagine carrot juice with Vanilla … ha.ha… but the whistle was an enticing bribe from the policeman.
    Hi, This is Payal from The Rambling Writer. You blog is an interesting read.

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  16. Laleh, what a beautiful and insightfully penned story. It’s various components is an occurrence a sick child would remember. Carrot Juice, the officer and the promise. Thanks for sharing.

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  17. Haha, got me there Laleh, I thought the whistle was going to be your lifelong Talisman, loved how you built the suspense though 😘

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  18. care at all
    for it
    is heal
    no matter how you feel!

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  19. I love carrots, but I’ve never had carrot juice. As kids, we can be so picky and test the patience of our parents.

    The Saadi monument looks like a beautiful place to visit and explore.

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  20. What a good read, I just couldn’t stop laughing. You made my day. First was carrot juice, then a whistle. Oh my goodness, kids. Thank you for sharing.

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  21. He could have given you whistle to use at least at once 😍😍

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  22. I did not like that policeman.🤨

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  23. Ha, I always was in the believe that carrot juice would help constipation , well it seems to appear the other way. Anyways what a hoot that you followed the policeman’s whistle

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  24. lol distraction works a treat, wise policeman!

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  25. Eating carrots can also make you smarter it seems.

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  26. Lol! I feel pity for you, dear!😂

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