“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 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 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 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 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 policeman’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 …
Dear friends don’t forget to read my books.
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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Reblogged this on O LADO ESCURO DA LUA.
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An Iranian version of the Carrot and the Stick? 😉
Lol.
What a great story!! I love it!!
Thank you☺
Beautiful story specially mentioning about Saadi was interesting. Your writing makes me visualize the concept of the story. Nicely done.
Thanks for your beautiful comment.❤
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This reminds me of being told a spoonful of Codliver Oil a day was good for me by my mother…
Thank you Jack. You are a very nice and kind person.
I try 😉 x
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Very interesting background for you memories of whistle and diarrhea.
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A charming story😊
Thanks dear😘
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!
I love the mix of ice cream and carrot juice.
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?
Thanks dear friend. Yes, several times. My last visit was two years ago.😊
Carrot juice and ice cream sounds delicious! Is the ice cream mixed in with the juice?
U definitely should try it. Put 2 big scoops of vanilla ice cream into a big glass of carrot 🥕 juice. Lol 😋
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
Yes my dear. It really happened.😍
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.
Thanks for following. We can do a lot with carrots 🥕 . I always have some in the fridge.😊
Wow tht’s very great idea……….
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Thanks dear❤️
Thanks for letting me camp out in your blog this evening. I had a great time and look forward to many return visits.
I was amazed with your beautiful comment. Thanks for camping ⛺️ in my blog.😍🙏 please do return 😊
May I ask you which language you use on your post title? I guise it’s urdu, am I right?
Sorry for the late response, your comment was in the spam. I just saw it. It’s Farsi, dear.
Ha!
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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.
Lol, of course I understand now but when we’re kids they shouldn’t lie to us and break a promise.😂😂😂
Absolutely not. I’d have kicked his shins (oh, can I put a smile after that. So let’s amend. I would want to kick him, but with good sense, would resist!) 🙂
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I can’t imagine carrot juice with Vanilla … ha.ha… but the whistle was an enticing bribe from the policeman.
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You’re so kind my dear friend. Thanks for following and I follow back.❤️
It’s my pleasure to go through your writings. Thank you for following up ☺️
Appreciate your frienship dear.
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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.
Thanks lovely so much, I was trying to visit your blog yesterday but I think some technical difficulties didn’t allow me.❤️
Oh, no! I have not been on as often. Thanks for your support and for letting me know.
It is always a pleasure to read your post, they are insightful. You are always welcome. 💜🥰
Always pleasure sweetheart.❤️
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Reblogged this on Blue Dragon Journal.
Thanks Eliza sweetheart.❤️
Haha, got me there Laleh, I thought the whistle was going to be your lifelong Talisman, loved how you built the suspense though 😘
😂😂😂 me too Charlie, but no whistle.😂😂😂
Haha, started your book this morning (in an ice bath) Loving it so far 😘
Awww you’re so kind, Can’t wait for your review.❤️
care at all
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no matter how you feel!
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ah so!
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.
Try the carrot juice with plane ice cream 🍨 u would love it.😂😂😂 thanks lovely Rosaliene.❤️
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.
Awww, you’re a sweetheart my dear.❤️
He could have given you whistle to use at least at once 😍😍
Lol, no dignity 😂😂😂
I did not like that policeman.🤨
😂😂😂me too😂❤️
That damn lying cop! 😡
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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
😂😂😂 what if it has positive effect on both. Thanks so much for your kind visit Cornelia joon.❤️
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Thanks Anna.❤️
Loved your story!!! 😊
You’re so very kind my dear friend, appreciate it.❤️
A cooked carrot is good for stopping diarrhea, but raw juice is unlikely. The best carrots are those baked in the oven.
The trauma of my childhood was a spoonful of fish oil everyday!
Regards
😂😂😂 fish oil, oh no. ❤️
lol distraction works a treat, wise policeman!
Lol, made me fool for sure.😂
just showed you that taste is all in your mind, you could drink it when you had to 🙂
Lol with a little force😂 you’re right.❤️
Wonderful story
That’s very kind of you dear.❤️
Carrot juice with vanilla ice cream, yumm!
Yeahhhhhh, lol. One person agrees.😂❤️
Totally!
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Eating carrots can also make you smarter it seems.
And good for sight too. How would a kid know.😂😂😂 Thanks so much dear.🌷
Lol! I feel pity for you, dear!😂
😂 I feel pity for me too.😂😂😂
Haha!😂😂
Oh no, you were tricked❣️ Not fair.
But think about it now I should be happy that I didn’t put his full of germs whistle in my mouth.😂😂😂😘
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Oh my! Carrot juice? That would be difficult for me to stomach now, much less as a little child! Now, I’m upset with the police officer for promising you his whistle but not giving it to you! That event really made a lasting impression on you. I love reading your stories, Laleh.
You’re amazing Janet.
Now that I think about it his whistle must’ve been covered with germs 😂😂😂
That’s true! I hadn’t thought about that angle, although I did consider that he probably only had one whistle on him at the time and he might have needed it! LOL! Nevertheless, it’s a great story.
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LOL!
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Awesome story. Was he a real policeman or a friend of your father in disguise?
He was real and he came out of no where.😂 but he acted good and cooperative with my dad😂😂😂
How awesome
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UN PENSIERO
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The story ended with a slight twist, but the important issue was taken care of. The glass is empty.
😂😂😂 I’m don’t remember if it really fixed my sickness.🤩
Well, no wonder you cried! The whistle was a promise.
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Laleh, your story beautifully weaves the warmth of family care with a touch of childhood whimsy and cultural insight. It’s remarkable how a simple glass of carrot juice can carry so many memories and emotions. May your tales continue to inspire and bring smiles, just as that policeman’s whistle did for you.
Awww, your words are so beautiful, thank you Michael.🌷
Childhood memories are so vivid, what was a trying few moments for a parent becomes a life event for the child. a hard lesson that you can’t always believe or trust adults!
Appreciate your comment dear.🌷
Loved reading it …
Loved the ‘whistle’ a lot …
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Awww thank you.💘