IRANIAN PASSION

Shiri ...

you cant even appreciate his beautiful accent, his smug smirk followed with the glistening of his Northern Iranian Descent eyes, as he checks his cheap bazaar watch to look at the time, knowing his wife and his son are at home yearning for his beauty to enchant and embrace the house; turning it into a home again....  you may stare at shiri and think, "O my beautiful Liony, Milky, Faucety Mathematics lord! May you bless me with your knowledge and empty your big head" but deep down you know, no one can compare to the beautiful prince that is shiri, O how delicate his skin is, how beautiful his beard is. His hair transplant has perfectly set in. He is a true beauty of this world! but alas Mr Barati and his dark, evil aura shall grace the room. He comes in and you understand, you shall not leave the room without more questions.  Mr Barati, tch tch tch, the definition of evil and malice. His heart is pure black and he thrives off of students suffering, Mr Shiri even feels the room shift, he knows an evil force has joined and he feels uneasy, such a pure prince like Shiri cant even beat a Jinn like barati. the two worlds of good and evil shall collide, as if lava hit a newborns soft skin, that lava is barati. and that newborn are the innocent students - ah, but, that tall figure? who must he be? a tall, lanky etiolated-plant-esque figure walks in, his bakhtiari eyes gaze both Shiri and Barati, his walk of elegance and beauty! it must be, soroush davoudizadeh! the king of fashion and beauty, the oldest man to brace the planet. he is there to neutralise the pureness of Shiri and the evilness of Barati like a chemical reaction.