November 12, 2024

The postman of Mehrabani city

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Zahra_abedi
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Under the blue sky of stories, there was a small town, beautiful and full of colorful houses.  Good and kind people lived in these houses.  One of these very good people was Mr. Postchi, whom everyone loved very much.  The postman had a big bag full of letters.  He would put the bag on his shoulder and get on his bicycle and go from one house to another in the streets of the city and give the letters to their owners.  The good people of this town waved to him when they heard the jingling sound of his bicycle bell, and if they had a letter, they took it.

 In short, all the people of the city were happy to see Mr. Postchi.  Because it brings them news from distant roads, from distant cities, from good friends who were not there now.  When it was Eid, all the people would give each other New Year greeting cards and the kind postman would deliver them one by one to their address.

 Our postman's work was very difficult;  But no one ever gave Mr. Postman a letter.  At night he would go home tired and sleep without waiting for a letter and start his work again very early in the morning.

 That night, as usual, the tired postman returned home with an empty mailbag.  When he opened the door, he saw something that made him so happy he didn't know what to do.  There was a letter on the floor.  A letter on which was written: “The city of kindness, a house with a blue door, reach Mr. Postman”

 Yes, it was true!  This letter belonged to the postman himself.  Happy and smiling, he sat in a corner and carefully opened the envelope.  He took out a beautiful card with a picture of a red flower from the envelope.  On the back of the card was written: "Good and dear Mr. Postman, Happy Eid."  We, the people of the city, love your kindness and we all know that you work very hard for us.  We wrote this letter to thank you for your efforts and to tell you how much we love you.  (People of the city of kindness)"

 Mr. Postman was so happy that night that he didn't feel tired at all.  He loved the city of kindness and its good people as much as all the heavens.

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