Travel to Qeshm
Travel to Qeshm
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No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't find a more interesting memory than our trip to Nowruz last year. So, in the name of God, I begin my essay about my Nowruz trip to Kish
BIJAN MORTAZAVI MOURNED + DETAILS
Essay text: On March 16 last year, we left Bojnord with my uncle's family for Qeshm. First, we went to Birjand to reunite with relatives. Since my mother was born in Birjand, we went to her old neighborhoods and saw her old school and house...
Which was very interesting to me. In short, we set off again... On the road, everyone was taking a nap, except for me and my dad... I never slept in the car.
At the moment of the year, since we were still on the road and hadn't arrived anywhere, we stopped by the side of the road. It was a bit strange. At the moment of the year, we screamed and cheered along the side of the road, but because a strong wind was blowing, we quickly got in and set off.
We were walking happily when we saw 200 or more people standing on the side of the road…there had been an accident…. We passed in front of a car that had had an accident when suddenly mom screamed and said Ramineh Ramineh (my uncle's name) my dad was so shocked that he couldn't stand….
In short, after they had all gone their way and stopped….now, no matter how hard we ran, we couldn’t reach them. I ran
nd cried like in the movies…everyone said nothing had happened, but it couldn’t be…. And along the way, sad songs were played at a very low volume that was barely audible, making our mood worse.
I couldn't relax until I saw them drive away. 2 hours later, the delivery was done... My uncle had only bought the car 15 days ago. Luckily, none of them were hurt... Only my uncle's wife's hand was broken.
In short, in the hospital, my mother asked my cousin: So... when should we go back? My cousin said: Are we going to go back??? Our faces: We all asked together: What???? She said, I didn't come all this way to go back... We asked God and he agreed and continued our journey to Qeshm.
My cousin's wife was coming from the market and crying... her hand was in pain, but she had harvested all the markets in Qeshm!
In short, after touring Qeshm, we were on our way back to Kerman with my uncle's family and one of our friends who joined us, making a total of about 15 people. For a moment... just for a moment, my mom's map fell into my hands, and she said the map was wrong, no matter how far we went, we wouldn't reach Kerman.
We arrived at a colorful sign that read: Naiband! Now where was Naiband??? A dark village… We got out of the car. Only the eyes were shining… It was good that the people were so kind to us and let us stay in the mosque. We and our companions filled the entire mosque…
But what a beautiful place it was, and the weather was amazing. I went in the morning and explored the village. It was worth misreading the map... That was the summary of our memories full of ups and downs!
Please share your beautiful memories of your trip to Qeshm below. Thank you.
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