The Excellence of Contrast

Shirin was as yet a moderately young lady when her folks sent her far from her home in Tehran to live in a major city in Britain called London.

Shirin disliked going to live with her cousins in Britain, yet her mom advised her, 'It is ideal, minimal one. It is never again safe here and you will have an energizing new life in Britain and you will make a wide range of new companions.'

Little Shirin needed to cry since she cherished her mom and father in particular and she would not like to abandon them. Additionally, she didn't have any acquaintance with her cousins by any stretch of the imagination. They had just visited once and Shirin was too little to comprehend what they were stating in light of the fact that they didn't speak Farsi which Shirin thought was exceptionally odd to be sure.

Thus the day arrived and Shirin's mom and father drove her to the air terminal where she would be escorted onto the plane by her close relative.

'I'm terrified,' said Shirin as her dad and mom strolled her to the little corner where the man would take a gander at her identification and check her ticket.

'How might you be frightened?' asked her dad. 'Aren't you the overcome young lady who was never anxious when the bombs could be heard dropping on the city? Also, aren't you the young lady who dependably demanded that we take you to class each day notwithstanding when the other young ladies were excessively anxious and remained at home with their folks?'

'That is extraordinary,' said Shirin. 'This is my home.'

Shirin's mom stooped down alongside the young lady and embraced her and stroked her hair. She said to her girl: 'I realize that you will do right by us, minimal one. What's more, don't you stress, soon your dad and I will come to Britain and you can demonstrate to every one of us of the things to find in London. I wager you will communicate in English surprisingly better than you do as of now and you can show me some new words.'

Shirin loved showing her mom new words in light of the fact that Shirin felt that her mom was the cleverest individual in the entire world.

'I assume I could do that,' said the young lady as her close relative grasped her hand and clarified that the time had come to get on to the plane before it took off without them.

Amid the long trip to Britain, little Shirin endeavored to envision what her new life would resemble. She was resolved to do well at school and she disclosed to herself that she would make her folks extremely glad. 'I can do this,' she thought. 'I can do this as simple as picking blossoms.'

At that point the young lady nodded off and longed for what London would resemble. She imagined about tall timekeepers and wide waterways; she envisioned old men in bowler caps, women with umbrellas, brilliant red transports, and the enormous house where the Ruler lived with every last bit of her watchmen in their tall fluffy caps and long boots.

Be that as it may, when she touched base at the airplane terminal in London it was not exactly as she had envisioned by any stretch of the imagination. The sky was a loathsome dark shading and it was breezy and down-pouring. Shirin longed that she had not chose to wear her shoes since her toes were extremely cool. What's more, to top it all off… Most noticeably bad of all was the inclination that everyone was taking a gander at her as though she was an outsider with a major head and three eyes.

Shirin saw with astonish that she was the just a single wearing a chador. A young lady standing close by pointed and chuckled and asked her mummy: 'for what reason would she say she is wearing a major fabric folded over her like that?'

The mother pulled the young lady away and revealed to her that it was discourteous to point. Shirin needed to tell the young lady that is was not a major material, it was a chador, and in Tehran a large number of the young ladies and their moms and grandmas wore a chador since it was a piece of their way of life.

Obviously, Shirin needed to take her chador off in light of the fact that she didn't care for being gazed at in such a way, and she longed that she was back in Tehran where it was bright and her toes would be warm yet again.

'How about we get you home,' said her close relative as she rushed the young lady into a major dark taxi with an orange light on its rooftop.

Shirin believed that the cab driver sounded extremely amusing. Not under any condition like her English instructor Mr Rahimi. He said things like 'Blimey' and 'awright love, where to?' Little Shirin did not comprehend these words, but rather fortunately her close relative appeared to comprehend and they were before long zooming through the city towards her new home.

Shirin needed ask her close relative for what reason she didn't wear a chador in Britain despite the fact that she generally wore one when she visited her mom in Tehran. 'She should be in mask,' thought the young lady. Yet, Shirin likewise recollected that her mom had dependably disclosed to her it was no utilization endeavoring to conceal your actual self from others, so Shirin asked why her close relative was in mask when in Britain.

London ended up being an exceptionally interesting spot without a doubt. It down-poured ordinary for the principal week and Shirin did not consider much English late spring by any stretch of the imagination. She experienced difficulty understanding what individuals were stating despite the fact that she was informed that her English was great. What's more, it worked out that not simply anyone could go and make proper acquaintance with the Ruler in her huge house despite the fact that there more likely than not been a hundred rooms in which to welcome guests and have tea.

The young lady was extremely baffled in her new home and she missed her mom and father and her companions. Indeed, even the nourishment was extraordinary: it was dim like the climate and appeared to leave boxes from the, dislike her mom's loobia polo with saffron, or fresh tah-deeg which was vivid and scrumptious to eat.

At the point when the day touched base for Shirin to go to her new school, she was extremely anxious and attempted to persuade her close relative that she was excessively debilitated, making it impossible to get up.

'I would prefer not to go,' she dissented. 'I don't know anyone and individuals continue gazing at me!'

'There are bunches of young ladies at school who wear a chador simply like you, minimal one,' said her close relative. 'I am certain you will make bunches of companions today, you simply sit back and watch.'

In any case, it went poorly route by any means, not a first. There were in reality different young ladies who wore a chador, however they were all more seasoned than Shirin and they declined to address her. The young ladies in her own class pointed and snickered. They all had light darker hair or blonde hair and blue eyes, and they would not like to make companions with the new young lady since she was not the same as them and had dim skin and dim eyes and wore a chador. It didn't feel great to be so not quite the same as others and Shirin wished afresh that she was back home with her mom.

It was amid meal break, as she was sitting toward the edge of the play area arranging her enormous escape back to Tehran, that a young man moved toward little Shirin.

'My name is Stephen,' said the kid. 'Might you want to impart a portion of my milkshake to me?' And with that the young man offered Shirin his strawberry milkshake with a straw in the best.

Shirin believed that the milkshake tasted astounding and needed to prevent herself from drinking everything up.

'Try not to give careful consideration to the others. They are mean to me too now and then since I live with my mum. My Father left us quite a while back and now it is only both of us. My mum is splendid and cares for me extremely well, yet we don't have much cash and they generally giggle at me since they say I am poor and have grimy garments.' Stephen looked down at his coat and shoes and shrugged. 'They're not messy, they're simply old.'

The young man abruptly broke into a major grin. 'They are senseless at any rate. What do they know!'

Shirin giggled in light of the fact that Steven had a stunning grin and he likewise had a major strawberry mustache from hauling out the straw of his milkshake and drinking straight from the jug, all down in one with a glug, glugging sound.

The young lady needed to concede that she had never given other people groups' conclusions a chance to trouble her previously, so for what reason would it be a good idea for her to begin now?

'You're correct,' she stated, 'what do they know at any rate!' And in return for giving her a portion of his milkshake, Shirin pulled four bits of baklava from her pocket and imparted the sweet baked goods to her new companion.

'I think your headscarf looks cool,' said Stephen as he wolfed down an entire bit of baklava in one go.'

'It called a chador,' Shirin let him know.

The young man rolled the words around in his mouth alongside the sugary baklava. 'Well it looks extremely cool,' he said.

All of a sudden Stephen pulled his coat up finished his head with the goal that he too was wearing a sort of chador. Shirin needed to snicker again as the kid looked exceptionally amusing for sure. She envisioned that her mom and father might want Stephen especially in light of the fact that he was a solid individual and dependably looked on the splendid side of life which Shirin's mom said was vital for individuals to do.

Before long the two were lost in diversions of pretend and experience, running about toward the edge of the play area, pursuing each other everywhere. They traded stories and Shirin revealed to Stephen about existence in Tehran, and Stephen enlightened Shirin concerning the greater part of the cool things you could do in London, similar to play in the enormous stop or go to the zoo or the silver screen. There was even a tremendous wheel that you could ride in. 'They constructed it ideal on the edge of the Stream Thames. It's monstrous!' he shouted as he made a major hover noticeable all around with his arms.

Well it was not very some time before the other kids saw how much fun Shirin and Stephen were having, and soon they started to assemble round and participate with the diversions and the narratives. Before the ringer rang to get back to the kids to class, there was a major gathering of youngsters all assembled around tuning in to Shirin recount tales about existence in Tehran and how she had covered up under her bed when she heard the bombs dropping from the sky during the evening, or how she would visit her insane uncle who lived in a major house on the shoreline which she went to for occasions. The kids were astounded to hear such stories and couldn't resist soliciting parcels from questions which Shirin was glad to reply.

Thus, Shirin asked about Britain and for what reason it was so cool despite the fact that it was mid year, and why the Ruler didn't care for guests.