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سه‌شنبه 29 آذر‌ماه سال 1390
Author: رضا

The ChessBoard

I don't remember the faces I'd Played but I remember the chessboard and the moves. I remember the warm voices I hear those days as my sister and brother but to be honest I don't know who they were.

I remember the elder girl who made a short time friendship with me. I remember running to her, calling her name loud, making her red in front of her friends. But I'd forgot the name and the face. I remember her soft hand on my shoulder calling my name: "reza, don't do this"




I remember playing chess and beating her with Scholar's mate* (She was awful in chess) and a Completed Scholar's mate with the help of two bishops. (I'd create it with my own creativity but I wasn't the first one though) I remember the others ridicule her for losing to a little 6 year old boy two times but she just laughed and passed by, make me remember her as a sincere friend now.


I wonder where she is now, is she married, is she a good mother and does she remember this little brother. I remember the great chances I'd lost. I remember my winnings, my little hands, my gutsy funny face during play.

there were one of those great moments I admire as being me. But why it is so? why i don't remember the details, I sometimes ask myself. The me that surprisingly I like and admire now. why they have gone so far............ so far

Reza
*Scholar's Mate (Napoleoni)