I am a donkey since I was a child, I have been ruled to be a porter, and the population of the city that my master has taught me, past and future generations, are portersMy master has brought other donkeys from nowhere, they are bigger than me, their color and fate are different from mine. In the half century that has passed since my life, I have seen many things since I was young, a burden was put on my shoulders every day, and I used to walk the streets. I used to move it in the barn, eat hay once a year and hay once a yearI used to eat. Those were the times when my master wanted to dye my hand. That night is the best night of my life. I obey him day and night. All my life, my father and I have been obeying different masters. Some of these masters love me, and some of the masters Slow downThe purpose of both of them was to carry the load on my shoulders. When the master was riding on my pole, he would pat me. When he wanted me to carry a load, he would throw a big pile on my pole, and sometimes he would put stones and heavy loads on my left and right. I received straw in exchange for carrying a load. I can do it and I can survive with the techniques that my master knowsLet my father and grandfather be donkey carriers, I don't see any change or future for me except for carrying at certain times. In the past years, every few years a female donkey would come to me and I would lick her face.......I know it's a waste...I will have a donkey that will be a carrier like me and my fathers. All my parts and jewelry will be nailed every day because I had masters in different eras who ignored my animal rights and both of them were harsh masters. They beat me so that my legs are throbbing at night and my back and hands are in painMy father, who has passed away, was talking about the stable he had and the straw and salt that the master gave him, and I dreamed of living with my mother, who ate in a manger, and talked about the night vigils with my mother, but in These forty and fifty years of my life have become less straw every day and because of thatStalling has become an industry and Bob makes money from it. I sleep in peace because by leaving the stable empty, my master raises and lowers the price of sleeping in the stable. I don't look at stormy or rainy weather because I don't have a shelterThe sky is cold for 9 months of the year and hot for 3 months. It doesn't give me, and because of your burden, I can stay sane at night and afterIn the middle of the night, I have to go out and feed on the leftovers and sleep for two hours to come back to my senses, because if the night walkers find out that I don't have an owner, they will hand me over to the butcher and he will slaughter me. He added, but I am afraid that my master will find out that my legs are lameHe slaughtered me and delivered my meat to the restaurant, that's why I don't pay attention to my pains, I hide myself from the cold, rain and food, and I don't make a sound because I know that if I cry, I will be slaughtered. ......
Written by Behnam Mohtarami

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