I used to have a worker who was very understanding.
His name was Qasim. He had come from far away and came to Tehran to work.
At first, he made cement mortar and took it to Avesta.
was born
After four months, the workshop became versatile:
Attendance and absence of workers, warehouse control, purchase order.
everything.
He spoke beautifully.
He had a wide vocabulary.
The tone of his voice was also good, like Alain Delon.
But its most important feature was what I said:
He spoke beautifully.
Once, a worker of our Quchani mine went into a six-meter well that he had dug himself.
Then the dirt fell on his head.
Qasim also jumped and informed the head of the workshop. The head of the workshop became like Liqvan cheese.
He even forgot to call the fire department.
Qasim pulled the mobile phone of the head of the workshop from his waist and called himself.
He said that: “The worker remains under the rubble.”
He said very well and briefly.
Tahesh also said: “Maqniman has two daughters. He does not have a birth certificate. If he dies, the hands of his orphans are not bound anywhere.”
Then Qasim went to the well to help remove the soil.
There was no soil! The mud was clay and the frozen snow remained for four days.
By the time the fire department arrived, they had reached the head of Moghni. Just below his chin.
He was still alive.
An emergency doctor came and put an oxygen mask on his chest.
Firefighters said it took four hours to reach his ankle and pull him out.
Four hours for a well that was dug by a two-hour, one-person manger!
Then they started.
Everything was ready:
He was a fireman. She was a nurse. The tea was hot. He was also the head of the workshop.
It was not just hope.
His mouth was cold and he called.
Qasim went and slept next to him on the snow
And it started very nice and Alan Deloney
He spoke to him.
He did not speak!
The varnisher was painting for him.
He wanted the cloudy sky of winter
Make the sunset sunny and colorful.
He wanted to give hope.
Everyone knew how cold four days of clay and snow was.
Especially if you are going to be on it for four hours.
You also have two daughters of Faskali in Quchan, undocumented.
But Qasim knew his job well.
He knew well that words are an infinite source of energy and hope, if he uses them correctly.
For four hours he stayed next to Magni and painted the gray and real world around him for him:
Blue, green, red.
He injected hope under his skin.
Four hours.
Mughni survived.
He survived mostly because of Qasim’s efforts.
People all want a share in life for themselves.
Life has always been gray.
There should be only one in the middle
Even if it is a lie, sprinkle color on all these gray clouds.
The secret to surviving under the rubble of life is only words.
Use the words correctly before they expire.
Find the essence of your life.
Author: Unknown
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