He drives a late model luxury car. He lives in an exclusive neighborhood with the right zip code. His clothing alone costs a small fortune. But then you see his bank statements and are shocked to learn that he is barely making ends meet. You share the story with your wise Persian mother. And, in explaining the lengths to which some people will go to maintain appearances, she tells you:
His red cheeks are from slapping his own face.
(DAreh bA seelee sooratesho sorkh mikoneh)
Showing posts with label Deception. Show all posts
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The Pauper Wears Prada
When Wolves Find Religion
He has heard her say it all before. And he is not going to fall for it again.
He is not going to believer her false I love you's and I'll die for you's. No, not anymore. And he makes his point emphatically by repeating a colorful Persian proverb relating to how creatures do not change and will act according to nature as long as they live.
Those words mean nothing to me.
The whole world knows
The repentance of a wolf is death.
The repentance of a wolf is death.
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