A Story by Laleh Chini:
I just remembered a memory in my young 20s. It taught me a lesson.
I was back home in Iran and I was married and had my son. There was a female gathering in a relative’s house and I was getting ready for the party.
My husband was going to stay at home and take care of our son while I’m gone.
When I kissed them goodbye to go to the car to leave, our car didn’t start. Something was wrong. My husband tried to fix it fast, but it was no use.
I couldn’t wait much longer because I was very late for the party. We decided that I’d walk to the main street which was very close to get a taxi.
I walked to the main station and waited for a taxi. A taxi stopped to pick me up, whereas I was telling my destination to see if he can take me there, my brother who had a beautiful, expensive sports car passed by to go to our place and saw me.
He was wondering why I was at the station. He stopped in front of the taxi and pointed at me to get into the car. The taxi driver saw him. I told the taxi driver, thanks for your time but I don’t need a taxi any longer.
The taxi driver said: “Shame on you. You have a wedding ring.
You just saw a fancy car with a rich, handsome boy and decided to get in. I pity the man who married you. How would he ever know what you just did right now? Shame, shame.”
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