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William Shakespeare

6 نفر بعنوان نماینده از طرف اهالی ، تعیین شدند که از اراضی عرفی و تاریخی محله، صیانت کنند و اقدامات قضایی در خصوص ابطال اسناد اداراتی مثل منابع طبیعی و راه و شهرسازی را از طریق یه وکیل خبره ، معمول نمایند اما در سکوتی مطلق بدون هیچ حرکتی در جهت اراضی محله بعمل نیاورده اند یکی نامش کرم است نمی‌دانم چه کرامتی است که وی را درسایه ، حفظ کرده ، یکی صلاح است نمی‌دانم سکوت وی چرا در صلاح است ؟ یکی برفی هستش عین برف می درخشد و در سایه نمی ماند ، یکی صمد است که بعد مسافت سکونتش از زادگاهش ، عدم نیازش به حضور تایید کرده ، یکی علی است که 4 فصل در سایه است یکی پرویز است منتظر پرواز است اما

In the tranquil realm where ancient soil doth cradle silent stories, a gathering of six noble souls was summoned forth, their charge to act as sentinels for the lands, both sacred and storied, which cradled the heartbeat of their kin. Forth they came, not heralded with banners nor clarions blaring, but cloaked in a shroud of stillness that bespoke a deeper tumult within. One, named Karam, whose title befitteth him not, shines dimly in the shade, an enigma wrapped in whispers—what grace doth shelter him, that action remains but a distant echo? Another, Salah, a name oft bestowed with honor, doth seem better suited to stillness, his silence a deceiving cloak, worn with the nonchalance of an indifferent sea. Then stands Barfi, resplendent as fresh-fallen snow, yet does he not linger long in the shadows—his light illuminates the paths of others, yet he, in his dazzle, hath evaded the grasp of purpose drawn near. Beside him, the steadfast Samad, whose roots grew distant from his birthplace; hath he relinquished his claim to the land that birthed him, resigning to a fate unchallenged, as if the distance were a token of freedom from obligation’s heavy yoke? And there, Ali, who parts the seasons with a presence eternal yet unseen, his languor marked by a cyclical rendezvous with the sun and moon alike. Lastly, the contemplative Parviz, poised to take flight yet shackled by the weight of indecision, counting the moments rather than seizing them. Together, they stand, a tableau vivant of potential unfulfilled, for in this solemn gathering, the very essence of action curdles into inaction, while the lands they ought to defend languish under the specter of time, waiting for champions of their own accord to rise from within this inertia, lest the histories etched into the earth be swept away as dust upon the wind.