The essence of my poetry is my suffering. — Nima Yooshij There exists a place between soliloquy and confession, where its reflection on paper purifies my soul. I express myself by any means I can; this is no opportunity for embellishment; the issue must be conveyed. As if I am a minstrel or a bard, narrating and expressing the fears, hopes, and the shallow or profound revelations within me. A small and seemingly trivial event seeks the assistance of opposing players to present itself in the frame of significant philosophical issues. Conversely, a deeply profound matter is expressed through the guise of everyday happenings. In truth, this collection serves as a theatrical stage for the dramatic narration of my life.