Lumia625
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- Persian
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Hello,
It is my essay regarding one of the most famous Iranian heroes, Arach the Archer. I showed it to my teacher and he told me that your essay has got no problem but I decided to deliver it to you teachers too. Would you please assess my composition?
I'm really fond of literary writing. Can my writing be construed as a literary or even a formal essay?
Thank you in advance.
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It was tomorrow. The evening shadows and the stars disappeared and Arash the Archer was ready to start his crucial journey. He took his bow and got ready to leave the house, but suddenly an utterance broke the silence and stopped him.
“You wanted to leave me without saying good bye?” His wife said with a lump in her throat. “I am afraid of this journey, Arash. Stop doing that for the sake of God.”
Arash turned his face towards his wife and took a long look at her blue eyes filled with tear. He wanted to stay but his honour bounded him to finish the given commission.
“You are the kindest she alive.” Arash said kissing her on the forehead. “I will be right back soon. Do not worry, my lady.”
A cold wind was blowing out of the North and it made the trees rustle like living things. Arash had a chill. Nine days he had been on the road and the fierce cold made his hackles rise. He was asked to go to the Damavand, The highest mountain of Iran, and fire the special-prepared arrow in order to make a distinction between the border line of Iran and Turan.
He finally reached the foothill of the Damavand. “How big a mount are you, sleeping giant” Casting a glance at the top of the mountain, he mumbled.
While climbing the mountain, something was tempting Arash to refuse this job. Something cold and implacable that loved him not. Arash repudiated all those temptations and was decisive to complete his mission.
When Arash reached the top of the Damavand, it got dark. “No time to rest.” He said. “I must be fast.”
Raising his head to the sky, Arash was praying. “You, almighty God, laudation is only for you. Help me to complete this burden of responsibility.”
After praying, twilight deepened. The sky became cloudless and stars began to come out, a half-moon rose but still a cold wind whispered through the trees and blasted a whistle sound to his ears. It seemed that God had listened to his words. Arash was grateful for the light. “I can do my job better, surely” Arash said, when the moon was full risen.
He hold his bow, stung it and put an arrow in the string. Yelling with pain, he used all his might to fire the special-prepared arrow. How glorious was that moment! The hero who was thinking of nothing but his nation. The sworn man losing life did not let his pride be wounded. After firing, he fell to the ground. He had lost all his power. Lying on the ground with half-dead body, he was watching the arrow running in the sky towards Turan.
It was a short story of Arash the Bow. Based on the Persian ancient myths, the bow traveled nearly one day and finally after landing, it marked the future border between Iran and Turan.
It is my essay regarding one of the most famous Iranian heroes, Arach the Archer. I showed it to my teacher and he told me that your essay has got no problem but I decided to deliver it to you teachers too. Would you please assess my composition?
I'm really fond of literary writing. Can my writing be construed as a literary or even a formal essay?
Thank you in advance.
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Arash the Archer
Arash slept before the fall of night because he had to get up early following day. The darkness deepened but he could not yet sleep. Finally he closed his eyes and soaked in the dream of dedication. A dedication that would wrest his life.
It was tomorrow. The evening shadows and the stars disappeared and Arash the Archer was ready to start his crucial journey. He took his bow and got ready to leave the house, but suddenly an utterance broke the silence and stopped him.
“You wanted to leave me without saying good bye?” His wife said with a lump in her throat. “I am afraid of this journey, Arash. Stop doing that for the sake of God.”
Arash turned his face towards his wife and took a long look at her blue eyes filled with tear. He wanted to stay but his honour bounded him to finish the given commission.
“You are the kindest she alive.” Arash said kissing her on the forehead. “I will be right back soon. Do not worry, my lady.”
A cold wind was blowing out of the North and it made the trees rustle like living things. Arash had a chill. Nine days he had been on the road and the fierce cold made his hackles rise. He was asked to go to the Damavand, The highest mountain of Iran, and fire the special-prepared arrow in order to make a distinction between the border line of Iran and Turan.
He finally reached the foothill of the Damavand. “How big a mount are you, sleeping giant” Casting a glance at the top of the mountain, he mumbled.
While climbing the mountain, something was tempting Arash to refuse this job. Something cold and implacable that loved him not. Arash repudiated all those temptations and was decisive to complete his mission.
When Arash reached the top of the Damavand, it got dark. “No time to rest.” He said. “I must be fast.”
Raising his head to the sky, Arash was praying. “You, almighty God, laudation is only for you. Help me to complete this burden of responsibility.”
After praying, twilight deepened. The sky became cloudless and stars began to come out, a half-moon rose but still a cold wind whispered through the trees and blasted a whistle sound to his ears. It seemed that God had listened to his words. Arash was grateful for the light. “I can do my job better, surely” Arash said, when the moon was full risen.
He hold his bow, stung it and put an arrow in the string. Yelling with pain, he used all his might to fire the special-prepared arrow. How glorious was that moment! The hero who was thinking of nothing but his nation. The sworn man losing life did not let his pride be wounded. After firing, he fell to the ground. He had lost all his power. Lying on the ground with half-dead body, he was watching the arrow running in the sky towards Turan.
It was a short story of Arash the Bow. Based on the Persian ancient myths, the bow traveled nearly one day and finally after landing, it marked the future border between Iran and Turan.
