It was early in the morning of September 11,1990 when a child was born. The event took place in the city of Urmia, North West of Iran. An existence which was not optional for the baby became a force to live. Poor baby, he had no choice over his being, nor on his place of birth, and still nor over the date of it. Now the baby was doomed to grow up and come to understand drab bitterness and moments of sweet pleasures. It was a pity that the joys were just momentary and the pains were as long as life. The child was among people with who he couldn't mentally connect, and so, for him humans were not the same as he imagined. They were harsh, senseless and wild, even though he could see some exceptions here and there. But, generally, the child couldn't bear the evil humans. By passing of the time he grew and became a teenage, bearing in his heart all those negative feelings. His mind was always struggling to understand his being and the role of divinity? Did God exist? Does He now? If so, why are there many evil things in this life? Why doesn't He care a fig? “It seems like God Sees the Truth but He doesn’t Care” he usually thought. But the more the poor teen thought the more he came to know that it doesn't matter anymore. So, without having any role in the course of growing up, he turned to be a young fellow. And fortunately, he found a shelter and took refuge in poetry and literature. After reading some literary works, he understood that he had some talents and could express his mind and heart in poetic lines; and therefore, he could calm his mind down and release his emotions out. And here, you will read some of his lines.