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The Third Grader and Math Grade Five
(By Mojtaba Ardestani, the Martyr's Brother)
My brother, Martyr Haj Mostafa, was two years younger than I. I was studying at fifth grade in Varamin. My brother was also at grade 3 of the same school. I remember once the math teacher asked me to go to the blackboard in order to solve a problem. Agitation and anxiety overlapped my whole entity. I wrote the problem's explanation on the blackboard, but I was unable to solve it. As I
was turning the chalk in my hand, I sometimes brought it close to the blackboard in the teacher shouted I came round and he said, "Go to the third grade class and bring your brother! I immediately left the classroom and headed for the third grade class which Mostafa was present in". I was wondering, "Oh, my God! What does the teacher want to do with my brother?" I said to myself maybe he wants to talk about a subject and ask him to inform his father and mother and let them know about my weakness in mathematics.
When I reached the classroom, I knocked on the door. Then I asked the teacher to send Mostafa along with me to our classroom. As the teacher beckoned, Mostafa who had been a nimble and clever boy, since his childhood, jumped up and left the classroom. Mostafa was also surprised why he had been invited to our classroom.
As I was unaware too, I had to keep silent, when he asked me; "Oh boy, what's the matter? Why shall I come to your classroom?" When we entered the classroom, the teacher asked Mostafa to stand before the blackboard, and to solve the problem, which was written on the blackboard. As Mostafa had just noticed why he was present in our classroom, he looked thoughtfully at the problem explanation and suddenly began to solve the problem after a little deliberation and hesitation.
Stunned eyes of the classmates were fixed on the blackboard. They raised their voice unconsciously due to the fact that Mostafa had been able to solve the math problem of the fifth grade. I had a stranger mood as I was standing by the blackboard. Because, on one hand I was happy that my brother, while being two years younger than me, had been able to solve the math problem of the fifth grade, on the other hand, I was annoyed, because Mostafa finished solving the problem after a few minutes and his ingenuity would take the form of a club in the teacher's hand that would knock on my head and.
Finally, Mostafa solved the problem. The teacher thanked him. And he moved his hand as he was feeling beside himself and got out of the classroom, and I didn't know what to do with the teacher's advice that was told to me incessantly like this. "Take your brother as an example in learning lessons! Although he is in the third grade, he can solve math problem of the fifth grade!
My brother, Martyr Haj Mostafa, was two years younger than I. I was studying at fifth grade in Varamin. My brother was also at grade 3 of the same school. I remember once the math teacher asked me to go to the blackboard in order to solve a problem. Agitation and anxiety overlapped my whole entity. I wrote the problem's explanation on the blackboard, but I was unable to solve it. As I
was turning the chalk in my hand, I sometimes brought it close to the blackboard in the teacher shouted I came round and he said, "Go to the third grade class and bring your brother! I immediately left the classroom and headed for the third grade class which Mostafa was present in". I was wondering, "Oh, my God! What does the teacher want to do with my brother?" I said to myself maybe he wants to talk about a subject and ask him to inform his father and mother and let them know about my weakness in mathematics.
When I reached the classroom, I knocked on the door. Then I asked the teacher to send Mostafa along with me to our classroom. As the teacher beckoned, Mostafa who had been a nimble and clever boy, since his childhood, jumped up and left the classroom. Mostafa was also surprised why he had been invited to our classroom.
As I was unaware too, I had to keep silent, when he asked me; "Oh boy, what's the matter? Why shall I come to your classroom?" When we entered the classroom, the teacher asked Mostafa to stand before the blackboard, and to solve the problem, which was written on the blackboard. As Mostafa had just noticed why he was present in our classroom, he looked thoughtfully at the problem explanation and suddenly began to solve the problem after a little deliberation and hesitation.
Stunned eyes of the classmates were fixed on the blackboard. They raised their voice unconsciously due to the fact that Mostafa had been able to solve the math problem of the fifth grade. I had a stranger mood as I was standing by the blackboard. Because, on one hand I was happy that my brother, while being two years younger than me, had been able to solve the math problem of the fifth grade, on the other hand, I was annoyed, because Mostafa finished solving the problem after a few minutes and his ingenuity would take the form of a club in the teacher's hand that would knock on my head and.
Finally, Mostafa solved the problem. The teacher thanked him. And he moved his hand as he was feeling beside himself and got out of the classroom, and I didn't know what to do with the teacher's advice that was told to me incessantly like this. "Take your brother as an example in learning lessons! Although he is in the third grade, he can solve math problem of the fifth grade!
