Shahrokh

One morning, we went to the Pol-e-Karoun Nightclub together. As soon as we walked in, Shahrokh?s eyes fell upon a newly hired waitress working with her head lowered.

Though she seemed modest, she was forced to work without a hijab. Shahrokh went to the till and asked, ?Sister, I haven?t seen you before.?

The lady timidly replied, ?Today?s my first day.?

Shahrokh felt insulted. He slammed his fist on the table and growled, ?Damn this cursed regime!!?

He said loudly, ?Sister! Get up, let?s go.? The lady went into the back room, wore her chador and left in complete hijab. She then got into Shahrokh?s car and they set off.