First story_S10:persian is sugar

As soon as Ramadan saw that I was indeed speaking fluent Persian and speaking it properly, he grabbed my hand and was so overjoyed that it seemed as if the world had been handed to him. He kept saying, “Oh, I adore your mouth! By God, you are an angel! God sent you to save my soul!” I said, “Calm down, son. I’m no angel; in fact, I sometimes doubt my own humanity. A man must have heart. Why are you crying? If your companions find out, they’ll catch you and make a fool of you.”

He replied, “Oh, may these madmen be cursed! By God, I almost exploded with anger. Did you see how these crazy people can’t understand a single word and just speak in devil’s language?” I said, “Brother, they’re neither demons nor madmen; they are our fellow Iranians, our fellow countrymen and religious brothers!”

Upon hearing this, Ramadan looked at me as if thinking, “Could it be that there’s something wrong with me?” Then, he burst into laughter and said, “For the love of God, don’t make fun of me anymore! If these were Iranians, why are they speaking a language that doesn’t sound like any human language?” I said, “Ramadan, this is Persian they’re speaking, it’s just…” But it was clear that Ramadan didn’t believe me. He had every right not to believe, and even if a thousand years passed, he wouldn’t have been able to accept it. I realized that my efforts were in vain, so I decided to change the subject when suddenly, the prison door opened wide, and Ardali entered, saying, “Alright, hand me the papers and go in peace. You are all free!”