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✅The play "Nene Shahr-Bano"
🌟 Author: Hasan Sadeghi Younesi
Iran, Khorasan Razavi, Fariman The curtain
opens
(the sound of the car horn and its turning off), the appearance of a desert village, the sound of several geese and a tree (the thorn below) and the presence of a dog (Sound of dog)
Engineer: Ya Allah; Hello, mother
, Nene Shahrbanu (old lady): Hello,
you are very welcome,
Mr. Mojtabi: Hello, mother, control your dog.
Nene Shahrabano: The dog is of no use to you;
(Throws a piece of bread to the dog)
and asks....
My son said how many hunters are there in this area (take Chaghuk in the local dialect)
Sadiq: No, Mother John; I am from the veterinary department and my friend is also a university lecturer. We went to the red and dusty castle and the pigeon well; We said to greet each other from Chekab
Mr. Mojtabi: Your village is silent and blind... we didn't see anyone
Nene Shahr-Bano: Our neighbor has gone to town... gone to the wedding... the boy is coming now
(puts his hand in front of his face) and looks far away)
Narrator: This village is 31 kilometers away from the city; Without safe drinking water, without asphalted roads, and... time seems to have stopped here. The old trees are dry and the settlements are all muddy straw... The families of this village have moved to the outskirts of the cities for a long time.
Nene Shahrabano: Let's go home; do you need anything?
Sadiq: We have everything with us. Some boiling water is enough.
Narrator: Come to the house of a lonely mother, she whose wife's picture is on the windowsill. She is busy with her body bent like a warrior in the production trench. Traditional houses, mud and carpets that she wove in her youth, Agha Mojtabi
: Today, the weather is twilight and a bit cold....it seems that we have come to the village early in the morning. We are looking for Chekab Caravanserai.
Nene Shahrbanu: Spreads the table (Sadegh puts their own breads on the table and picks what he has prepared for breakfast on the table)
Agha Mojtabi: Wow, the smell of fresh bread...
Nene Shahrbanu: My fingers are sore, maybe I won't be able to do it for a few days. I will knead the dough and put the bread in the oven... (and puts the yellow oil cocoon and halva on the table)
Narrator: In a simple house; In a village without gas, roads, etc., only electricity was brought to them by the construction jihad at the beginning of the revolution.... The village has a cistern (historical reservoir) full of water. Grandmother, Shahr-Bano: Did you see the chicken farm on the way
Sadiq
: Yes, mother,
Grandmother. Shahrabano: They promised to take my son to work...they promised to take a step for the villagers...but they forgot... (
tea is poured for the guests) Once there were many families here...there was no drought. ... Livestock farming and rainfed farming were booming.
Mr. Mojtabi: Mother, this painting on the wall is very beautiful. Whose work is it?
Nene Shahr-Bano: My grandson
is working, and he pauses and says that we don't have health and medical facilities here. The cost of medicine and treatment is too much, mother... My son told me several times to take me to the hospital... I said no, you Live your life... we drink water in tankers and tanks... it has a bad taste and smell...
Sadiq: We have written our details and phone number on paper... give it to your son
Mr. Mojtabi: God willing, one day I will come with my wife and daughter. Greetings... I also have medical friends... I will talk to cure your boredom, God willing
. The village where the dust was the first word and the land that was thirsty...
(starting a car and...)
the voice of a local female singer wishing for rain ⭐️
singer and female singer:
Allah give you rain The right of the rain,
the red tulip flowers are moaning under the soil

Shepherd's cheese is the leaven of his wife, leaven is the leaven of
his dog, the leaven is the leaven of the goat, the milk is the leaven

May Allah give you rain, the
red tulips are moaning under the soil

Shepherd's cheese is the leaven of his wife, leaven is the leaven of
his dog, the leaven is the leaven of the goat, the milk is the leaven

This event and the text of the show are real and are dedicated to my mother Shahrbanu Esfandiari.