- Vahid Takro
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In the bathroom we had a mirror that showed me so handsome, I always looked at myself and I was so happy, not because i'm selfish, but that mirror was so magical. But in the elevator we had another mirror that showed me so ugly. I always hated it. But the days passed and passed, and the place of those two mirrors changed (but in my beliefs). Now I liked the mirror that showed me ugly, because I believed that the truth is bitter. The issue is not if i'm ugly or handsome, but I always follow the bitter things that bring me to the truth.