Teharn-
In the dark, quiet room, Hana opened the door of her rroom to feel that placidity while everyone was sound asleep. It was one in the morning. She walked in the halway facing the window in the turn of the satirs. Then slowly she walked sown the stairs. Pausing halfway, she stared at the shadowy glimmer of a light from the neighbor's garden which seemed like rainbow. The momvement of trees, however, looked to her like people in fight or some funny shape animals sha had seen in a book. She did not want tot admit of asudden fear striking her heart; therefore, she went back to her room. Resting on her bed, she imagined that her room was a vast field which held not only grasses but also sunflowers, too many of them. AS the soft breeze traved among the flowers, they moved in a frenzied wasy as though dancing. In spired by her vision, she pulled her book from beneath mattress and wrote a poem:
"Sunflowers in the vast field sway like dream.
A feverish shudder rises in its extreme.
The discolored wall of sunflowers sllure.
Ten years hence, grown older, I still endure.
Woeful smile, a tear on the cheek, and a searching glance,
The obscure shows of the sunflowers enhance."
She read her poem afew times. "This is a materpiece." She ws happy with it. Not knowing what to do, she began counting the numbers with every step she took pacing her closet-like room. Feeling bored and sleepless, she left the room again and without considering her fear from dark, went downstairs. Passing her parents' room in downstairs hallway leading to the yard, sher heard her father's coice. Pressing her ears on the door of their bedroom, she haird:
"Gol, It just takes a minute, let me."
"No, leave me alone. I'm sleepy." Her mother's voice was barely audible.
She smiled and walked to their small, naked yard. The tall, brick walls surrounding the yard block any view of the outside. Standing there in drizziling rain, she ignored the sudden chill in her bones. Overhearing two drunk men outside in the alley, she wondered about their argument. She pondered: "Why do some people get drunk? Is it fr escaping their pain or avoiding reality?" She did not know the answer.
Back in her room, she finally decided to quit for that night; and let her imagination roam the next day. But before sleeping, she conjured up the M. Street and everything about it. She realized that how much she had missed that sacred place.
"I go tomorrow after school. I don't have tell mom." That thought gave her a serene contentment and she finally fell asleep.
Dallas-
Doing underhanded things have become part of her existence within years, reading, writing, smoking, and fantasizing in a sneaky way have stayed with her since childhood. In her virtuous mind, she believes that her secretive way of doing some things, is the only way for her to do what she enjoys the most. When her parents objected her reading, Hamid mocked her writing, and called her a whore when he caught her with a cigarette
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