The admission of the member of the parliament to the extreme hatred of the people and what happened to him in the gathering of retirees
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What happened to me in front of the parliament yesterday?
I had a meeting of the Islamic Council yesterday. It was around twelve o’clock when we arrived at the door of a parliament. Unlike the previous ones, this time it was crowded. People had gathered. Of course, most of them were old men and women. The police were present and the situation was under control.
Among all the crowd, there was only one mullah and that was me. It seems that my appearance suits me to be a member of parliament. I politely asked an old man: Why have you gathered here? But I didn’t know that I had made a match for the gunpowder store!
The old man started that we are military and education retirees. Ten years ago, the parliament passed a law to make our rights the same as the rights of working people, and this has not been implemented yet.
It was during this time that a 55-60-year-old lady who was in good shape and not disappointed with herself, came forward and asked: Are you a member of parliament? I said: No. I am a client like you! He said: Sir, if you can, tell them: I made a mistake, I went to education. I went to the almshouse! Tell Mr. Khamenei, tell the president, tell anyone you can reach, we are really cut. We do not want this revolution. We hate you mullahs!
A tall old man with a stubble jumped in the middle of the lady’s speech and while he was angry with the words coming out of his mouth, he straightened and bent and moved his hands to the right and left, as if you are fighting with me. Dared said: I was proud of you one day. I used to see a mullah in the street and kiss his hand. But now not only am I not proud, but I hate you. Rather, I hate it. Sir, I hate you. You brought these misfortunes on us.
It was right in the middle of the old man’s words that a 60-year-old woman two steps away from me said with a calmness filled with pride: Haj Agha Abba, put your robes in the chest, people are thirsty for your blood!!! I did not bring it on myself. I listened calmly and expressed sympathy.
An old man in Tepli was coming when he encountered this scene. He listened for a few moments to the words of one of the protesting ladies who had shouted at me and with an interesting look as if he was seeing Pat and Matt, he turned to the lady and said: Hey, who are you talking to! Do you think this will work for you!! And went!
They were so quick and nervous that maybe if I made a mistake and lost my composure or said something against their wishes, they would attack. After saying goodbye to them, I left, saying to myself:
Wow!! Are the people of the capital so mean to us?! They hate us so much that, according to that protesting woman, we have to put our robes and robes in the chest?!
God knows that moment when I was bored with the pain in my chest, I was shouting inside myself:
Why don’t the elders of our society and field want to believe the tiredness of the people?! How can they turn a blind eye to all these sufferings and easily pass by all these?! Why don’t they want to feel the great danger that threatens the revolution?
Yesterday, I felt with all my heart that the people have run out of patience, yes, poverty, corruption, prostitution and other names will threaten the existence of the revolution and the country in the future, and this is the performance record of the officials of this system for 4 decades.
Really why?!!
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Mohammad Taghi Akbarnejad. Member of Parliament
This post is written by erfani777