Waiting for Ababil
Part of the book:
I visit my father two or three times a month. father is now weak. He is not mentally healthy. Aging and mourning make him withered and he does not laugh more than two or three times a week. Livibg for Seventy-four years is short. Every time I meet my father, we talk and hang out for hours, and I feel like a kid. As long as he is busy, he is OK. But once he has nothing to do, he changes into a person that cannot be described. My father has gone his way and his strength has been washed away. Last month, my father invited me on the phone. The scene has changed when I rush to meet him. At the table, I find my father hardly captivated by traditions. He has been so tradition-oriented since youth that he does not even feel it anymore. Father wanted to be a free, victorious and commanding. If words and deeds are not as he wanted it to be, he turns sour and speaks harshly, and in this case he does not act mysteriously and ambiguously.