The child story: When the triangle opened his eyes.

When the triangle opened his eyes.

By: Mortaza Nejati jeze

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When the triangle opened his eyes, he saw a big white desert with a hummock as colorful as the soil and the sun that was coming out of behind the hill. He thought a lot, how he came here. But he couldn’t remember. At first, he thought how lonely he is and became upset, because of his loneliness. But little by little, he heard some sounds around himself. He looked at around more carefully and saw many circles turned around themselves and pass him. Circles with different colors and size.

The circles screamed and laughed and cross beside him.

The triangle shouted: hey, circles someone tell me, how I have come here. One of the circles a little slower than the others replied: pencil has drown you.

The triangle thought what pencil is. But he could not remember and watched the circles. He paid more attention and understood that the number of circles increase and sometimes decrease. Sometimes they were so many that he did not know which one he looked at. Sometimes they were so few that he could see the far circles.

The triangle called why do you become less and more every time. A purple circle that was crossing him said: “the painter does that”.

The triangle asked: “ what is painter?”

The purple circle that was going far said: “the one who has pencil in his hand.”

The triangle did not understood again. But he understood that there is a relationship between the pencil and the painter.

He looked at the circles again; he looked so much that fell asleep.

Then he was waken up.  This time a question came to his mind. He called: “are you tired like me?”

The blue circle from over there answered: “no we did not sit in the same place all times. We are circles.”

The blue circle went.

The triangle said: “now what’s the difference between me as a triangle and you as a circle?”

A yellow circle said: “we turn around and see all the world but you don’t move at all.”

The triangle said: “what is the world?”

The yellow circle that was going far said: “the world is the place that we are in it. It’s full of different things… you yourself should see.”

The triangle said: “how can I see?” “I can’t do”.

A small circle that was coming near, said: “you should try to move.”

The triangle press himself, he press one of his face: one, two, three. He start gasp, again he tried, he sweat but suddenly he moved; and he was displaced on one of his face. A gain he moved, then he went and arrived to a new place. A farm full of wheat… that when the wind was blowing and make a noise and dance. He stayed there for a few days. Then he moved again he went and went until he reached a tall mountain that horse were playing near hill said.

How beautiful it was. He watched so much that felt asleep. When he woke up he moved again. He felt that he moved easier than before. He thought  that how strong he became. But when he looked at himself more carefully he saw that his angles are not are not completely straight. When he was turning they were lean. So he displaced easier. He went and went until he reached the seaside.

The triangle said to himself: “how beautiful is the sea. What wonderful waves. What pretty color, how great it is!”

After staying there for some days he decided to move again. He went and went and pass the snow covered mountains. He passed the rivers and the cities full of people until he reached a big white plain that has a hill as the same color as soil and beautiful sun was coming out of the back of that hill. He thought himself that how familiar is this place. But did not remember anything.

He looked around carefully; a lot of circles were there. He decided to stand up and thought more but he could not.

He was thinking himself why he could not stand, suddenly he heard a noise: hey circle how did I came here?

The triangle looked around and saw a small triangle that was alone among the plain and was asking questions but he had asked the circle so the triangle did not say anything and continued his way. But the small triangle shouted again: “hey circle I’m talking to you.”

The triangle looked around again and none was there expect himself. Therefore, he asked surprisingly are you talking to me.

The small triangle answered yes. The triangle looked at himself and saw a strange thing. He did not have any angle and straight line. He moved so much that he became a circle. Therefore, because of this he could not stop. He said to the little triangle the pencil drew you and went.

He went and went until he was hidden and none knows that where the triangle is expect the painter.

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By: Mortaza nejati jeze

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