*Please bear with me and I apologize for the rude topic, but there was no other way*
When I heard the sound of farting, I was shocked, I was checking the group activities of the children in the classroom, it was almost the middle of the year, I had just come to this school, albeit temporarily, to replace a friend and colleague who had an accident and was on sick leave for two months. .
The middle school of one of the villages near the city.
I had classes two days a week.
That day was my first class, the first grade of middle school, the sound of the fart was so loud and clear that if someone passed by in the corridor, it was clear that it was released safely and no effort was made to restrain it.
I was shocked.
I couldn’t believe it, I had faced this issue many times, giving out bad smelling and sharp wind or as they say, spraying chemicals is a normal and everyday issue for the teacher. In the complete silence of the class, I listened.
I got up quickly.
I had to react, I turned to the children, who was it?
It made me dry. The children were very quiet, as if nothing had happened. They were doing their work. No one even raised their head.
They were sitting so calm and cool that I doubted, I mean I hallucinated? I wanted to ask the children that you didn’t hear a sound.
Then I thought, what if it was really an illusion?
I sat quietly, if it was really the sound of a fart, they should have taken the class by now. Not even one of them showed the slightest reaction.
Let’s go, a week has passed, in this one week I explained the situation to several friends and colleagues, they all believed that I had made a mistake.
_: Is it possible, sir, these poor children are waiting for such a subject to take the class into the air.
It was the next session, I was writing and explaining with chalk on the board that again the voice, even stronger and
more clearly,
This time there was no illusion, I was 100% sure.
I turned to the children.
Again, they were sitting in the same position, cool and calm. I thought they had colluded, if I ask, they will make a fuss. But I couldn’t be short anymore!
I said: “Ali, get up, let me see, didn’t you hear a sound?” Ali was the representative of the class.
: Yes sir, I heard it, the sound of a fart is B. (with a local accent)
I said it means the same voice that I heard last week.
: Yes, sir, don’t fart!
I got very angry. I shouted,
I had not finished speaking when Hassan got up.
_: Sir, let me do my job.
He was sitting at the first table.
I went in front of him and stared at his face.
He was standing and his finger was in the air.
I said: Was that voice your work last week too?
_: Yes, sir, it’s my job.
It was strange. The slightest sign of concern or embarrassment was not felt on his face, calm and confident. It was as if he had just returned from worship.
I said: Aren’t you ashamed? Don’t you confuse the class with the toilet that crackles?
He was silent and didn’t answer, he just looked at me.
_: Mr. Zahar, it was Ali, the class representative.
I said: Yes, Ali, tell me.
: Sir, permission? It’s a habit, he used to make noise in the class from the very beginning of elementary school, in the beginning, when the teacher would fight with him, he would run away from school, Mr. would forcefully bring him to school. Hassan’s grandmother begged the lady not to have anything to do with him.
The teacher didn’t say anything anymore because of Nene Hassan. Little by little, everyone got used to it. Sir, we also got used to it.
I pointed to Ali to sit down. I went behind my desk. I looked at Hassan, he was still standing and his permission finger was raised.
He was the smallest student in the class, maybe not even 20 kilos. He was thin and yellow. Now, how could he produce this voice with such greatness, I was left alone.
When Yaro came on the New Year, he announced on TV that “98 was a proud year for the Iranian nation” and none of his ministers laughed. I remembered Guzai Hassan who was used to his classmates.
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