Singer bird forest

I was sitting and very slowly staring at the drops of dew on the windowpane, which were separated from the trunk of the leaf by a gentle breeze and fell, and the leaf grooves were fading. As the image blurred in my mind, everything blurred. And it was getting closer and closer to the color of delusions and melancholy imaginations. I fell asleep a moment later.

The singer bird forest was an unstable land, so no one knew where it was and no such place in the world. However, for its inhabitants it was the only real place in the world. They also never imagined a world outside the forest. They knew everything was so fleeting and in the blink of an eye, it was just starting to happen again, in no time at all. Everything was moving to another point. It was all a routine of life and transformation in this static land. The only dominant rule in this place was this one, and no one would ever make any laws. No one asked a question and no one wanted to get out of this forest because everyone agreed that this must be from the beginning of the forest. No change was allowed, despite the diversity of the static population. Everything was going on the same eternal and eternal constant principle in repetition without repetition. Everything you need to know has been known beforehand and all that is to be known is the ignorance that all ignorance in the community was based on to find out the next story. They all just have to know the story of every day that never happened again, but no one knew what was going to happen to anyone who would question the nature of this world.

If passenger pass over it, they should not notice the presence of such a place in the world. For this reason, they are organizing a new adventure every day, so that no identification can be made between outside and inside the forest. It had been defined from first day, from the beginning day which it was not known when it was day one, because every day was first day. What date is tomorrow or yesterday was meaningless because there was only one time for the inhabitants of this land, that hour which was defined only for that day and that hour was meaningless for tomorrow and yesterday. For the outside world it has always had both dimensions. When it is larger within time, the larger time is in fact the memory of the outside world which distinguishes the outside world from the forest world. We are born in our own world, live not too long and eventually die. life we do not have something to live with, we can experience life in the singer bird forest every day.

Residents of the forest know that the singer bird is responsible for new adventures in the forest. Waiting for the bird to sing every day before sunrise to tell the story of the day the red bird is being prepared for the forest dwellers. The stories of this forest are written by three birds working together every day The singer bird never fly. Always with a thoughtful face, with a delicate, long beak down, calm and heavy It is the only one who witnesses the repeated of unrepeatable stories of the forest. In the depths of its black eyes the sparkle of enthusiasm for its stories comes to vitalize.

These stories are written when darkness is widespread, no words are spoken, no voices are heard, and some of the faintest stars of the evening glorify this darkness. Not long after the night that each story begins, one sheet of time will soon be forgotten and another sheet will be replaced. Forgetting is the only souvenir of the Storyteller of the singer bird forest. The red bird is always flying in the sky and no one has ever seen it sitting on a branch for a moment. Everyone calls it the bird of the air, and though it knows much but is restless and evasive, it is the sole cause of this perpetual change of world. If it sits on a branch for a moment or relaxes, the time will come, and scholars believe that this means that all of these monuments will be lost, since they have no memory of the past, and then there will be nothing left to rebuild their forest. Stayed, this means that new creatures will take their place and they will disappear forever in a never-ending valley. That bird believes it can find the solution to any problem and will eventually achieve the highest degree of narative, or perhaps even reach. Another reason for its unrest may be this, ignorance.

Residents of the forest are aware that something higher is coming from which their whole process of creation originated. They have found this out of a very quiet and sometimes water bird flu. It is always quiet. it has no say or influence in the story, and unlike the bird, it does not claim to know all the answers, but it never answers and all stories come to life every day. It's actually the kind of fuel needed to drive the gears of the singer bird forest. It does not know much about what it is and when it is unaware of everything it becomes aware of itself and is a bird of water and remains ignorant.

Together, the three have created a world, giving it a new look every day, and not imagining anything less. In the end, perfection and impeccability are complementary. However the question that no one asks again is where the storytelling will end up. Such is the question of gratitude and great gratitude because they are the only creatures and the only place in the universe that exists, what could be better and more complete!

They are never competent and nothing is put to the test. It doesn't make sense for them to be growing or declining. Making meaning and values such as forgiveness, love, generosity and so on is their most important task every day and no one is superior to the other. The only disadvantage of their stories that they do not realize is the lack of exposure to the test environment. They are aware of these meanings but unable to understand them. They use stories to convey these meanings, but they never attempt, struggle, or at least regret that they come to understand the source.

For humans, meanings are like onion layers. No matter how open they are, they still have something to offer, whether or not this simplistic attitude is correct. The meanings are like ocean waves. We are each looking for a purpose in a layer of these waves. Some ride on the surface of the waves, like the residents of the singer bird forest. Others are looking deeper. Few of them for finding meanings reach to end and they were silent forever. Those who went deeper and failed to reach the destination. We all struggled with them. Like red bird they fly around the different sides every day for themselves. Wild, unsettled and tumbleweed, the best description for these uncertain creatures.

In our world as they are the most important factor in any change, good or bad. They create change, hardly defend it. They crumble at times of deterioration and become the same as the first day they were soil. It is as if they were responsible for problems were the dead style. They don't want to find the answer of the question elsewhere. The dead one is better enough to resign all the shortcomings. The rest of the function of this process is as convincing as the same. Their end is all tied to the fate of a new style and evolution.

The forest dwellers can move as much as they want and never end. As long as the meanings do not end, so does their land is as the same of meaning. There is no beginning and no end. There are only destinations, some never achieved. There are travelers in this forest, who have been leaving their homes for many years and are still on their way. The destination looks very close. All of them thought that after crossing the hill behind a river or a garden, they had distanced themselves from their destination, but for many years that destination was hidden behind the same hill. Perhaps the destination does not intend to show itself to enthusiastic travelers, perhaps its intention is to show them more than they expect. Lastly, these destinations, like the locals, share stories and want to make their presence more dynamic.

Forest inhabitants can change quickly and are made for any change. The particle that represents the wave and the wave that mounts on the water and there are no known of nature of each other. They are only complementary. When the waves pass through the water, the particles only notice the moment the wave passes through them, and the next wave will pass without it knowing what the waves will eventually be, or even where. Their origin is just the nature of passing the waves. The stories and the residents of the singer bird forest are both of the same kind. Stories resemble successive waves that pass through the lives and souls of the role-players and bring them to life.

We live in a world that is becoming more fragile the greedier the whole reality of the universe is. Finally, with the discovery of new laws and theories, it has turned into steam and smoke wandering in the air, and it seems that in the view of our scientists that is not real at all. It was all an illusion that on a stormy night in April with floods and thunder to calm down a child plays a messy story in his mind so that the storm is not over. We built our own brick-by-brick world today, a building furnished in various colors and patterns from the relics of history and eras and the people and their stories on which they lived and became the wall. Their lives have been lost, but their role remains. Open doors are the heritage of our ancestors on earth.

In the light, everything disappears, but in the dark all the roles become live. In the darkness of our minds thousands of dormant stories stampede and as they move toward the light, everything disappears. Reality has such elixir power that it drowns all our dreams and dreams like a broken ship. The reality is like a hungry whale approaching from a long voyage to the frozen icebergs of the Arctic islands, to devour fish.

To see must be turned off, to see a moment, one must not hear, to hear a moment and to say a moment must be devoid of anything. The words themselves must tell the truth, without any background of a structured mind. When everything turns to darkness and silence, the story begins just when everything is dark and silent. Relaxation and stillness are the greatest driving force of a creative mind. At that moment it dies over the known and awakens to an unknown world.

Negin's cave

She lives inside a dark cave. No image, no memory, no speech, no sense of joy and sorrow. They were all lost their colors. To her, what was our world like when the world depicts all its roles in the beautiful peacock. In the black and white mind, world will be prettier. Among all the lines and roles of this world we make many contracts, to find what is perfect and good, but the one who does not see what. Are they not all created in perfection and goodness? Aren't they perfect? So what are we looking for in this world of highlights and tricks that have led us astray from our promises and our own laws and regulations?

Negin was a girl whose mind was always dark, at least for as long as she could remember, but her heart was the source of all perfection and goodness, as an unmatched gem. Beyond her dark world was the singer bird forest, which played a role every day. Negin never knew grief. Nostalgia and regret never hurt her heart. She was like the pure memory of an child' mind, and her heart was full of endless secrets to existence. For many years in these infinite darkness there was no question or disturbance of her ignorant chaos. Today and tomorrow were passing each other and passing what could call her something beyond the dark. Lost in the dark was meaningless. No movement in the forward or backward place had meaning. Everything was in their own right. Whether left or right, or above her head or under her feet, she was left without a place, and only days left. Cold dark and timeless as it should be. It was the perplexity and indifference of Negin, to leave this dark cave. All of this tragic dark cave was located on the slope of a lush, sun-drenched hill, and there was no need to trap this filthy belly and escape the darkness. He just had to take a step forward. The Negin, who compared all aspects to darkness, counts them all. So it was also pointless to move in what direction and what it could be.

There was nothing weighty in the cave, as all the meanings were suspended. Negin herself had no doubt in her weightlessness. Everyone knows that the caves are mazes, each corner of which leads to nowhere and has been in this cave for centuries and no one has been able to reach the bottom. The mere surprise of the adventurers was the cave, and for many years they had been lost in these labyrinths and had died of exhaustion. Negin, who had been eyeing the cave from the beginning, had nothing to look for. She had never recognized the difference between anything.

On one of those days, the sharp smell of a dead blind rat felt and moved quickly toward it. Something had been found and understood, and she could recognize the sharp smell of the newly dead blind rat. This difference made her excited. In that darkness she had now made great progress, the ability to sense. Her heart was neither full of fear nor enthusiasm, only the satisfaction of receiving what Negin realized for herself, that it was something other than that of a blind rat. The first question in her mind drove her forward to find out more. She moves very far forward, without knowing that she is moving in the heart of a dark cave. Negin knew she was there and that was a long-standing feeling she was sure of. It was her existence that told her what she wanted, and that was the second true feeling that had formed. Now she knew it was. For her, these two comrades were enough, then everything could be unrealistic or real, and there was no difference for Negin. Now she wanted to know what else was real. Negin realized the ability to move what could move her forward. Her knowledge of these abilities was very exciting because she had spent many long years in this lonely and dark cave with no understanding of being and many other things. She now had a sense of curiosity. She wanted to know more about herself and that darkness. It didn't seem to be too nonsense there. At least in every side of it, there were a lot of things that were meant to shape them and memorize them in her mind, and there was little sense of difference. Only slowly and steadily did she feel that they were apart. She was more than happy to find it every day. She had now stepped out of the realm of oblivion and into existence and understanding. What could be higher than this.

Negin understood that "I am being" and all other beings owe my existence, because I am the only creature that I can recognize and I have the right to say whether or not you are being. They are never aware of their existence. She had now become master of this vast desert. God of gods, god of the land of the lowly, who do not see the dream of being there. Negin was immersed in this dark cave more and more every day, awakening a sense of disgusting denunciation with the lonely and dark cave. She was everything while being nothing and became the center of the universe that was the whole universe. In the darkness of seeking to know; without ever wanting to make a change in herself, she would be lost in endless ruins.

Negin was the only passenger on this long distance journey. She was who traveled in our past and re-experienced many of our forgotten memories can only belong to distant pasts. It may have belonged to a time when our time in our world did not have any memory and only after Cave's Negin's birth began to remember Negin's stories and histories. Perhaps because the cave had grown weary of darkness after discovering and getting to know the Negin, it had achieved something valuable, knowing that everything should no longer be black. Negin's amazing ability helped it to survive and experience something new it had never seen before. It turned out that this meager creature was suddenly very valuable, and the world waited patiently for this part of its existence to be watched until the day that the Negin was flourished from it.

In a lush garden full of unmatched gems, no creature will notice them, but when a greedy creature in the heart of a dark cave, something is different. She is lost in this boundless darkness and tired of seeing the unexpected passage. The first shine of a small object in the wall of the cave pulls Negin toward itself with the wind speed. Like a magnet that caresses and captivates iron claws, it glances at the ruby red glitter nailed to the wall. With all her efforts she tries to see more and penetrate deeper into the ruby red light. In that redness, she sinks. She continues to see ruby until she falls into a deep sleep in the illusion of looking at the red light, first dream!

In her dreams, there was a red glow that grew larger and farther and suddenly entered the depths of her heart. In the depths of her expired heart that did not belong to anything she felt that she loved something and wanted to be her own. Knowing what to love and want is enough for her, too. This was the generous of the dark cave, who had now become queen of the darkness, had become a supernatural creature that others could not enter her kingdom unless they were her own. Everything should be at the service of this great lady. Heat could now enter her heart from red and enthrall her with the unfamiliar feeling that made her more real than before.

Her struggle to maintain that feeling in her heart is like trying of humans when we want everything we love to carry forever in our heart and only belong to us. Negin like that, with that false sense of belonging, wanted to carry a piece of stone in her heart, but alas she couldn't understand without her, this beautiful red ruby was always a piece of stone and she was as in the past, the only reason for all that happened and the only one who can give means to this dead land.. Mostly this stone is owed to Negin's presence. However this lowly greedy creature began as a habit to trying to dig the wall of the cave to seal the ruby for her heart, a gift that was a great gift for both of them.

She felt into sleep and saw her first dream before she could save Ruby from the darkness. This beautiful dream gave her a fancy dream to realize that she was able to create her loved ones without having to rob something.

Many people think that the world that we imagine is so deplorable in our minds is even inferior to what is unthinkable. Contrary to what is common in our world, our world is so low that it is not able to objectify what we imagine. This is not our creature's inferiority, but the immaturity of our world. No human will fantasize for his own pleasure unless he knows that what he imagines is even more achievable than the truth. Just as all rigid and immutable realities only give us the illusion of being; it is only a matter of time before they all fall into one. As all rigid and immutable realities only give us the illusion of being. Just a stop of a moment's time; they all disappear in a moment, devoid of any identity, contract or meaning.

As fragile as our real-world structure is, the dark cave of Negin is also meaningless. Neither does it make sense for itself, nor does our real world have a stable foundation. Both the half and the displaced will never get what they want and will eventually become the prey of the higher truth. Poor this worlds consider themselves very formal and value for their identity more than others. Without us they are a handful of worthless things, so they have no choice but to love us with all our Defects. Just like Negin in the cave they only have us to boast about, so maybe we will appreciate that, but we will finally appreciate ourselves and thank ourselves for being there.

We have seen the horizon of the earth many times and are familiar with it. Maybe someday we can also watch the horizon of creation without grasping the long-standing sense of belonging and identity. All the familiar feelings in us awaken the sense of belonging. It is enough to be in a fixed place for a while when we are all acquainted and we no longer have to endure any strangers; we will experience the pleasant sense of belonging. The same lasting sense of hatred of the unknown. The feeling of going back and relentless struggle with time.

Negin has never had anything of the past with her that she wants to bring to the future or to return to her past. No wish can ask her to go to the future, and so she will gloat over time. She wants everything she wants at the same time. In a never-ending desert what is needed before and after is meaningless.

That is the beauty of Negin, with everything she wants. The moment her heart was illuminated by light, darkness became meaningless to her. It has led her from a very dark past to a time of her own. She now knows how sweet and deceptive her sense of belonging is, but she doesn't want to grab it because she has everything she wants. There is no longer that dreadful dark cave. It all sinks into the light. The light that gave her the desire to know. Places and memories and pictures were formed one after the other. Negin could well see all maze together at once and it was up to her to choose which way to go.

Unlike her past, which she thought was the red ruby with its stunning crease, the most beautiful and demanding object in her world; it was now completely lost its color and again turned into a tiny piece of rock. Negin realized that seeing is the most beautiful thing that can exist in this world. It is these verbs that impart what they were before, or else they are inferior to any inferiority. She knows those who cannot see, think that the fly is ugly and the ruby is beautiful. However, if the fly flies and rolls in the air, that ugly formerly disgusting fly becomes the most beautiful ruby in the world that no jewel can compete with, because the fly is the dance of life that in the breeze of its wings is a memory of a blooming spring. It is alive, so all the rubies in the universe are dead and everyone knows how ugly the dead are. As depressing as it is ugly and the soil devours all of its dead to re-write life and its sap life.

Words form in the mind and life in the heart, but who made the cave is a question that everyone has been trying to answer for years. Certainly everyone wants to own this world. Negin asks the question that if love makes the world then it is the work of the heart but love is also a meaning and can be the work of the mind but the work of both cannot be because the Creator is one.

In that light she goes with a fundamental question. The same stunning light to reveal the beautiful world of Negin. The Negin's world was no longer the dark world, it had become something new, but did she know the distance between that dreadful darkness and this stunning beauty is almost nothing and more than one point. Is it not Negin who created beauty because before seeing her everything was ugly or maybe Negin herself was ugly and did not see all that light. Perhaps the cave was immersed in light from the beginning and the sight of the Negin depended on the darkness within herself. Now everything that was in the past is dead and the tale of the story is born immersed in light and wisdom and full of desire for the grace of creation. Negin could now observe the light of the stars and the majesty of the darkness on the night of the world and learn of her smallness and compassion and the new fear of being confronted with a new and endless world.

In our own world as the same as our knowledge grows our fears of this world are increasing day by day as we become much smaller. We have traveled from our small loving world for many years. Nowadays where we seem to know the summit but it has made our knowledge even worse. From the same peak we look at the skies of perhaps the new worlds and we know that perhaps we also have a counterpart staring at the same lost elsewhere. The only chapter we have with ourselves with our past and future is all drowning in this nowhere. If it weren't for the earth we'd all be lost in a corner of nowhere and we'd been dead in horror many years ago. The cradle of mankind is our false backing to forget this fear for the rest of our lives. We are confident that this rocky planet will protect us from all the dangers of the unknown. This leaning on earth reminds us that the foundation of our world is all wind.

The starry night sky is the only part of his cave with the singer bird forest, and she is as elusive as the forest dwellers that the world should be this cave!

Negin why she has to create something. This world is good and perfect and every day she opens up to this beautiful world and that nights create a new scene with the stars rising shortly after sunset. Apparently, this world creates itself and is presented to her. Line by line this world is full of untold stories. If we pause for a moment and sit down with each flower it has a story to tell. Even if it has no story to tell it asks Negin to carefully consider its petals and remember its flower after its death. Negin's memory could have left her with a common sense with flower and that flower knows that it will survive forever after its death. All creatures will play a role in this way. How cruel and hard the whole truth is that their existence without Negin is so elusive and unstable. After all, these creatures have to thank the creature after themselves for seeing them and giving them meaning. These meanings will be the cornerstone of a new world created with memory in mind as it has a memory opposite of the singer bird forest, nothing will be lost in the valley of oblivion.

There is a question as to whether we created the truth or truth created us. In the singer bird forest, meanings have created stories and the world creating a new story every day. On the other hand, there is a world that gives meaning to all experiences and existences.

Negin remembers that there was nothing to simulate what she saw. Those what have seen are the same as they should be. Negin looks at the length of her black hair, which looks like the dark and endless world of black nights, but does not compare them and replace one with the other. Everything is itself the night must be night, not its name, but its name must be remembered, and if it is not named, it will be forgotten and there is nothing to say. What would happen if instead of remembering their names we keep themselves! What a miracle that will happen when she remembers the night is no longer a memory and is something that is happening. Verbs take the place of names and happen.

Apparently the best things are hidden in the dark. Our minds are dark and the cave of Negin is dark, even the dreams are dark but they create bright dreams.

Shortly after dawn and adventure again

The golden rays of the sun as it rose from behind a steep hillside to a forest that had been sitting in a corner for many years and witnessed the passage of numerous travelers and today by surprise, it senses two tall shadows of passers-by on its back, they climb up. Two people, with an unmistakable excitement, had broken all the peace of space for the forest hill, leaving all their questions and deliberations to deafen the space as they walked up the hill, each one more passionate than the other. It would have been a relentless race between them that started from the dawn, apparently this time the story had made a mistake that put them in the wrong position. All the mistakes from the stupid head of an ignorant cause a great disaster When the ignorant makes a mistake no art emerges, until when the wise goes wrong an extraordinary event causes great creativity. It is as if the two comrades are fired from their obscure role and wandering up the hill until they first discover a new angle to the real landscape of their land and this is the moment when an eternal conflict begins.

One was waiting for no opportunity to be and enjoy and the other was finding the best way - to pursue destinations and is captured by countless questions. They both decided to go together in one of the many pleasing passionate mornings of the forest and not to return until to receive to the last hill without answering the question. Both this time experience a different kind of attitude, not to realize the origin of the story but to approach a sudden subject that had nothing to do with what was present for the purpose of the forest. Only for the first time had the subject become a narrator. They didn't know they had the chance by the end of the day and they wouldn't have the chance to resume the same route tomorrow to answer the question again, so they had to unravel the mystery before sunset.

It is an undeniable fact that both have had a nature for themselves from the very beginning in the forest and have preserved it until now. Behind this fact another fact is emerging every day that they have to play the role that the story has assigned them and that they haven't been given the authority to do whatever they want. No one remembers how long this painful reality dictates what they are and there is no question at all. These are just the days of the past that never happened and these sheets of time are spent tomorrow and yesterday. Now these two lucky ones do not know when they started this journey. Confused as to when they were on their way, both of them is eager to give a firm answer to close another's mouth, but she cannot persuade herself!

The sound of the wind roaring through the foliage of the trees and not so slowly and challenging the patience and endurance of this upright, contained a complex message in the windy sounds that would reach the ears of the forest, by the foliage of the trees was trapped and made a sound like I am here. That was the mistake that was going to happen and they were looking for the right answer of these, only two were willing to go to the source of this lost call in the wind as the sun rose from the east.

From both one very passionate about a new adventure and another who doubted all that was and was not from the same eternity. They have a name for themselves every day that they won't remember tomorrow, even though they think their memories of the past and beautiful memories are formed. They are convinced that tomorrow is one day on the same path of today, and no change is able to convince them that their life's course has taken an irrational routine, and that this is the result of a madman's mind. They are both nameless to us with fake identities. Any name can be assigned to them to record this feeling to get their experiences in our mind and to remember them in our memory. One is Mina and the other is Neda.

Mina is a constant friend and one of the favorite inhabitants of the singing bird forest. She confirms all the illusions and numerous stories of birds and has no doubt about the truthfulness of this attitude of life. Everything is truth and nothing is mental or false. She has a storehouse of right and wrong perceptions and assures everyone that there is nothing to worry about, enjoy everything. Every madman who goes to her to seek refuge from the confusion of her mind, with this strong support, wants to convince in her confused mind that all her problems are due to unbelief. She accuses him of ignoring countless blessings, no one has the right to doubt and ask questions because everything has been proven and she has read them all in the books before. "Books on which to base your thinking, otherwise you will definitely get confused and unbelieving." Her famous sentence.

Neda questions from the point of view that the beginning of everything happens in space-time, he can be found with obsessive behavior to achieve the ideal of a thought that may take many years to perfect a thought. Every day she is seen repeatedly raising and lowering something and after weighing it many times in the scales of her mind she tries to penetrate her abdomen. The only person who answers the question with more questions and often more confusing is the understandable answer from her. An unparalleled mastery of twisting simple problems as well as direct answers to complex problems are some of her other arts. At the beginning of each day, she is the only person in the forest who doubts the state of life in this forest and cannot convince herself that this kind of life is common all over the world and that something unusual is just made up by her mind. The only forest dweller who seems to know that yesterday did not exist and that all those memories are nothing but illusions. How could she have gained this insight except with countless doubts and finding the most unexpected answers that form in the mind of a madman.

Truth never gives sweet rewards to its seekers, they will not receive any healing except bitter poison, even if they say the truth is sweet. Even if the truth is sweet to understand the truth; Many bitternesses and ills are sitting quietly inside us and do not show themselves, but if you dare to take a step forward, they will deal most decisively with the wrong person so that they do not change anything.

Neda knows that the turbulent market within man is endless and it can never be said with confidence and ease that the world of human existence is safe and secure. What will upset this comfort is just a wrong thought and there is no problem from the ground up. Human is inherently good and there are evils, evils that come to him, another kind of expression of human that it is not clear who invented it for the first time because those who have seen the badness within them have created this illusion that the demon lives inside them. This simplistic view is our biggest excuse that we want to ignore all the difficult questions. In this way, religions with deceptive words and empty promises divide the whole issue of creation into good and bad the rest is childish.

The unfortunate ones who constantly ask questions, whatever they see in their evil and confusion, they must know for themselves and those who take everything easily criticize the other for making the world hard on hardworking people. It turned out that Neda was lonely and depressed every day more than yesterday in vague and endless issues until the day she finds hope to save mankind.

Mina on the other hand, knows that those who live in their minds suffer a lot, because they are not willing to distance themselves from that rotten mind and direct the life-giving rays of life to their hearts and receive such endless vitality and joy of life. The same endless and unanswered messages of creation that the intention of benevolence for mankind and its vitality. Mina does not understand any of the suffering of others because she is restrained in her mind and her true self lives without any mask. Hence, life shows her beautiful face more and more, and she is far from the darkness and hell in which Neda lives. This ability of her to control her senses is very respectable and valuable and is almost the most unattainable thing that any human being in her dream can achieve.

It so happened that the two unknown halves go together in heaven and hell in order to subdue another in superior mental testing. The same relentless struggles are going on inside us every day and every day. The human mind is very deceptive. In appearance it wants to find the answers to the questions, but behind this wise intention is hidden an evil intention that wants to restrain the human being and make the subject a narrator. Our mind has never been a narrator and it is our creature, the creature that is the only machine that we will design in the undisputed world from eternity to eternity to command.

When the two comrades reached the top of the hill, they saw a new scene in front of their eyes. This is what is true neither memory nor illusion. Even Neda, with all her doubts, believed in this one. Many relentless debates find the best answers in a moment of silence, and this was the moment that happened without any expectation. At the top of the hill behind the foggy morning wall, they could clearly see the hustle and bustle of the forest dwellers, who, like ghosts wandering in the circle of destiny, were moving towards each other. They looked much farther to their place of residence and noticed shadows that were reflected in a different reflection from their own world at every moment. Both could clearly see that these shadows, like the fire tab of a blazing fire were sent to a corner at any moment by a fluid breeze. The same thing they never expected to see because in the depths of the beliefs that formed the mental structures of the world around them, they did not seek such an irrational procedure. Now it seems that the world is a mirage or they have reached the end of the world and they have no choice but to perish in the reward of realizing a great deception. Even the most bitter memories were not so poisonous and deadly. Suddenly everything became night for them. The proof was that they are condemned to this darkness forever in the pastors and days. Fear and dread pervade their being as they become an illusion.

The feeling that told them this beautiful world is now stranger to you. Its continuation will be rubble on your head until you are doomed to live or have died on you. No creature will matter that you were not real. In this relentless bitterness, nothing like death can heal a confused mind. Going to discover the undiscovered secrets will not always bring good. Moderation is a painful algebra for humans, and trying to know more is sometimes worse and more dangerous than falling from the highest and darkest valleys. It is in this context that death is far more palatable than such a horrible end.

Maybe they should have died, but they knew that now they were both a shadow of something that was immediately evolving. This instability is not a diverse choice but a sad imposition for the emergence of a more realistic concept. Both seem to find themselves in compact or intertwined layers, like the pages of a flipped book, or perhaps a world at the core of another world. Several of these worlds can exist as well as their forests; Which has swallowed up many of the wandering shadows of nothingness.

These two comrades were not safe in a safe place to crawl into it and forget about everyone, rather, they saw themselves in an endless arena with a bitter truth in front of them and a happy world behind them now dead. They agreed that they should move forward because the world behind them was ruined and they had no choice but to move towards the unknown. Previous travelers who had passed through the forest had never looked back to discover the mystery or to see a new view of the forest, so they had not experienced this horror. Even if they realized this unfortunate fact, they decided to forget it quickly.

Little by little, as they got further away, they could see that these paths did not end anywhere. This whole route is just a reflection of another novel landscape. In the forest of the singing bird, they had no theoretical agreement as to how many hours a day should last, these days could go on for many years and the sun would not set behind the last hill. This time is determined by the air bird and will continue until the end of the story of that day. Little by little they were getting closer to the end of the day, and the sun had to go down behind the last hill, which was to expected and it should be! It was some time before the end of the day and in this narration it became clear to them that it did not intend to finish. Apparently some of the actors in this scene are not in their place and these roles have continued to be disrupted. Like the cells of a human body that suddenly discover a number of organs are missing to communicate with their other cells. The effect that caused the people to be confused and told them they had nothing to go on. All Astonished look at each other.

The two friends were on their unknown path, paying no more attention to the land behind them. They were now speeding to realize the core of their existence. They stared at the molten red of the evening sun and realized that they had little more opportunity to advance because there was no image of the night in their memory. They know that when the first star rises in the evening, they must be asleep. Dreams that never existed the night, and nights is an opportunity to recreate the role for which tomorrow is the day. Going to the border of the sun's melt is the only thing that can promise them relief from this absurd reality.

They seemed to be far away from their homeland for many years, but in the face of an endless world, this distance seemed very small. The wiser bird, which had remained silent since the disappearance of the inhabitants, knew that now that accepted order had been shattered, and that it peace and confidence would no longer help. It pondered on the rapidly rising clouds in the sky and decided to travel with a reflection of herself in the clouds to find out the reason for the residents' absence.

It looked up at the sky with astonishing aristocracy over their land. In the blink of an eye, it overlooked all directions. She saw all the ghosts and shadows standing still and waiting for something unexpected to happen, Except for two flickering shadows that are constantly moving farther and farther on the far west horizon. What it thought he should have expected had finally happened. The other two shadows were disappearing on the horizon of oblivion, the end of which was the day.

Both comrades were caught in a storm full of despair on their way, heading for nowhere. Nowhere in their absence are you behind all the faded memories. this non-existence is the sweetest thing in existence if we did not win the cup of death, not from old age and depravity, but under the burden of our dear memories. The more we live in the world, the more our sins or our perfections. The burden of sins is heavier, but perfections are more effective and will eventually prevail. These two impoverished beings also went with the same inherent faith to find a way out of this storm of sorrow and despair.

In the darkness of their minds, sparks were formed to find a way to cross this valley of non-existence, in response to their need to know the way from the well, the answers are always offered to the human being who is left in the most unexpected situation until this miserable and needy creature finds an escape for herself. Now that they know that they are a shadow of something more real, they must turn to guide them to their true selves.

It was not possible to wait any longer in the village, the story time of that day had to, and the sun set slowly again behind the last hill of west, a place far away from the last place discovered by the locals.

The sun was setting behind the shadows of the black hills, the night logs added to their fear. The two comrades made their decision at a crucial moment. Neda pondered a little in the depths of her being and says: I will go to the last particle of this blackness and I will stand against whatever fate has decreed. You, comrade, will be with me.

Mina did not want to suffer any more, and she relied on her destiny and said to her distraught friend: I will not accompany you any more, I have found many truths in my night dreams and they have told me what is best for us and I do not need to know more. I trust and you my friend come and trust me, I know the way out of the well. I will save you from this helplessness, our problem started when we decided to turn our backs on the principles and beliefs of our ancestors' books and find a way for our own destiny while if we did not doubt them then our sweet life would still continue now.

At that moment, two acquaintances turned their backs on each other and this friendship did not last.

Black back

There is not always white behind black, and who seeks light in darkness will never finds it, and only she who does not search sees it, sees light right in the darkest and quietest part of her being. Neda walked in the dark and the farther she went, the less she remembered. She no longer had the guts to go and did not know at all what she was going for and where she was going, she doesn't even remember herself anymore. She drowned in darkness and lost all her identity like the darkness of the world around her. She was now drowning in a dark, cold and endless cave. A distant place that belonged to our very distant past. Where our time had no memory. Where Negin was born.

The End