From Mountain Peaks to City Streets: A Nomadic Family’s Journey”

From Mountain Peaks to City Streets: A Nomadic Family’s Journey”

What you will see… – Hello, dear viewers, we hope you enjoy watching this part of the Chandar family’s life. – Please support us with your likes and comments. Fatima: Dad, should I open the door of the turkey house??….Grandma: The keys are there. Bring their food. Majid: For now, let them come out.

Reza bring the ball up. Majid: It’s cold, don’t bring your hope outside…no matter what I do, it won’t be quiet inside. Fatemeh: Kich – Kich Reza, come on, don’t let them come out. Majid: Fatimah, bring out their dish. Reza, let this chicken come out. Reza: Daddy chicken came out.

Majid: Pour them into the container and come out. They eat….Yes, Honey: Dad…Yes….Tell me to give the ball….No, my daughter, go and play together. Mehtab: Wake up Reza. Majid: Is Haniyeh upset about the ball??…Yes…my son, give him the ball.

Grandmother: Sit down while I spread the blanket, no, you will be cold here. Fatima, hug your brother. Jilly, Jilly , where did the turkeys go, Omido? They are coming to eat us. Mehtab: Didn’t you see Skaj’s mother??…I think it’s here. Pour water into it.

Grandmother: That water is cold…. The water in this thermos is hot, bring it here. Fatima: Shall I pour water??…not yet. Majid: Fatima, did you put water in front of the turkeys??…No, I’m going now…..Grandmother: Take hot water. Hani: Daddy, drop the ball…wait. Majid: Come on, Jilly, come on , pour some water.

Operator: Mr. Majid, if you agree, let’s go to the city today….to go today??….yes, to buy clothes and toys for the children…..Ok, Majid: Mehtab, wash the dishes so that we can have breakfast and go. . Who opened the door??…..Moonlight: Fatimah, close the door, the house is getting cold. What’s up guys?

Majid: Why don’t you wash the dishes inside the sink??…..I can’t stand, my back hurts when we do the dishes while standing. Fatemeh: Dad… yes… tell Reza to let me play too….. Reza pass the ball and play together. Reza: Haniyeh is crying… she is bad for Haniyeh. Haniyeh, shoot the ball to me.

Fatima: Did you get your hopes up?? Mehtab: Oh God, hope has risen, walk my son. Fatima: Get up once more. Majid: Fatima, fix his hat. Mother, is the tea ready??….Yes, come and hug me so I can fix your hat. Get up and hug me.

Grandmother: Let the tea brew….Okay, be early. It will be late to go to the city. Majid: Reza, come change your clothes so we can go to the city….Children: Ah Joovon Hani: Dad, I changed my clothes…do you want to come in these clothes?? to comb

Majid: Reza, change your clothes quickly, there is no problem, come with these clothes. Fatima, go change your clothes, where are you going, my son? Fatima…yes….bring your bag with you so that when we come back, I will drop you off at school….Okay, Honey: Dad, why can’t the chickens come out?

Reza: Dad, do we want to go to the city??….Yes. Grandmother: Reza, get up so I can spread the table. Mehtab: Sit down, children. Fatima, cut the cucumbers. Grandmother: Fatima, did you bring the salt? Reza, go bring the salt into the tent, my son. Mehtab: Fatima, my daughter, bring two empty plates with you.

Fatemeh: Grandmother Namak was inside the tent??…Yes, they were there. Hani: Mother, I want cucumber… ok, my daughter. Omido, what happened to my son? Majid: My dear, what happened to my son??…Hani: He wants to go to Mehtab….No, he is hungry. Grandmother: My daughter, put an egg in front of the children.

Mehtab: Do you guys eat eggs??….no….they don’t. Mehtab: Kitch-kich Reza, you take the chicken and bring it and I will also take the turkeys. Reza: Mehtab, let them all go inside, then we will take the chicken. Mehtab: Bring the vegetables so that I can put them in front of them.

Take Reza the chicken and bring it, otherwise Jili will eat it. Didn’t get the chicken? Majid: Who is this tent for??…It’s for mother…..Come take it so I can lock the door. Grandma: Honey, take this food for Jilly.

Majid: Where is Omidou’s hat?….It was inside, Fatima, didn’t you see Omidou’s hat?….It was in front of Haniyeh. Majid: Go inside the car . Mehtab: What happened to my son??…Fateme hit me…Fateme, what did you do?? Grandmother: My daughter, take this blanket inside….. Majid: Put the blanket inside the tent.

Get in the car and I will come. Reza, come out, clean your jacket. Majid: You walk so that I can park the car and come. Come inside to buy clothes. Give me your hope and choose your own clothes. Seller: Hello, very welcome….. Hello, thank you very much.

Majid: Mother, come and see that these clothes are good for you. Mehtab: Mother, do you like the clothes?… Yes, do you like them too? Yes, Majid: So choose these clothes for your mother, Mehtab. Which of these colors do you like? green color? Isn’t that one a better color?

Majid: Sir, come and give us those clothes??….Which color??….Green color. Grandmother: My daughter, don’t cry. Majid: Take 5 meters of that fabric….Seller: I will take 5 meters of this fabric and 5 meters of that fabric….Okay. Seller: I will bring you any kind of clothes you want.

Seller: Four meters is enough for blouse and skirt. Mehtab: Fatimah, take your clothes from Mr. Majid: Thank you very much… Please. Seller: Can’t you afford it??….. Thank you very much, just count with the discount….. Yes, for sure.

This fabric costs 2 million tomans, but I calculated it for you at 1 million and 800 tomans….thank you very much, the total price is 5 million and 800 tomans. Afshin: Please , Mr. Hosni… He cannot accept you… Thank you very much for being my guest this time… Thank you {{card password}} very much

For your service. ….Thank you very much, thank you very much….Please, you are very welcome. May you be blessed. Thank you , Mr. Hosni . Hello lady, are you fine…. Hello, thank you, you are fine…. Thank you, be healthy. Tailor: Daughter’s name??…Fateme, come forward . Mehtab: Bring Majid Haniyeh to measure her.

Tailor: How many meters did you buy for the blouse and skirt?? Mehtab: Majid, how many meters are the children’s clothes?….. 4 meters. We bought four meters for both of them. Bring Haniyeh to measure it. Tailor: Her name is Haniyeh?…Yes, Mehtab: My daughter, come here to take your measurements. Mashallah, how fat is he…..Yes,

Haniyeh, look at me so I can measure you. Is it a blouse and pants??… Yes Tailor: My daughter, come this way. Do you want to take off your shoes??…. Yes Tailor: You have nothing to do here, go safely…. Thank you very much. Mehtab: How much is your account?

He says that whenever I prepare the clothes, I will count them later. Operator: When will they be ready???….exactly on Wednesday, thank you very much, so we will come on Wednesday and count….ok….God bless….be safe. Majid: Reza, where did Reza go….Dad, I’m here….Wait, let’s come.

Seller: This shoe is the size of his feet, it would be better if it were one size bigger… ok, bring a bigger size. Majid: My daughter is fine??…walk first, don’t you need shoes?……no, what shoes do you have for me??…..there is leather, there are also sports….. No, I don’t wear sports.

Seller: Do you want Majlisi leather??….Yes…..come and see these shoes. What is your foot size??…..42 Majid: Bring the third shoe from the second row. Do you only have this model of shoes?…yes, it is good??….yes, do you have shoes?? Do you have shoes for that little kid??…..Yes Mehtab: He can’t walk yet.

Majid: I want him not to be bothered by the cold. Grandmother: They are big. Seller: No, mother, these shoes become tight when the insoles are inserted. Their material is dry….Do you want it to be soft?…Yes….Unfortunately, we don’t have it. Mehtab: He still can’t walk. We will buy him later…..Okay,

Thank you very much. Come count these two pairs of shoes. Afshin: Please: Thank you very much. Majid: Thank you very much. Reza, my son, take these shoes. Majid: Thank you very much, God bless you. May you be blessed. Thank you, Mr. Mousavi… Dear Mehtab: Where did you park the car??… It’s upstairs.

Majid: Sir, please bring one of those cars… Yes, of course. Do you want a doll? Come on Omido, are your dolls on this side??…. Yes, inside this bed. Do you want this doll??….Yes. Operator: Majid, buy some of these toys for Haniyeh. Majid: Fatima, did you pick up a doll??…Yes,

Let’s go guys…Reza, don’t touch the things, come on, Honey: Dad, I want a wheel….Wheel???…Yes…Wow Come now, Reza: Dad, buy one of these for your hope. Seller: 540 thousand tomans. I can’t thank you enough….. Reza, come on, thank you very much, God bless you… I hope you are safe.

Majid: Stay here while I go get the car. Fateme, come, Majid: Haniyeh, are your shoes good??…Yes, Haniyeh, did you have any clothes??… Mehtab: We bought her a blouse and pants….Yes, Grandmother: She bought clothes, shoes, and toys. Majid: He said when will the clothes be ready??…..He said Wednesday, let’s take them….in two days.

Mehtab: Majid, Fatemeh is late…..we will arrive in 10 minutes. Hani: Dad…yes, my daughter…..I want a wheel…..ok, my daughter, I will buy you the wheels in 20 days. I will buy a wheel for your Eid, ok my daughter. Goodbye. Operator: Fati Khondaghdar…..Khonghadhar.

Majid: Did Fatima take a snack with her to school??…Yes, I gave her a snack, Jilly. get off Jilly, come, come, go inside , my daughter, get off, I’m hungry, my head hurts. Majid: Reza, pour water into it. Reza, you are wasting water like this. Reza, how does it work….must….

No, you will get wet and catch a cold. Majid: Mehtab, come get a wet cloth so I can clean the open. Reza: Honey, I’m going to zoom in on it now. Reza’s head: Dad, look, you can make anything with this toy. Mehtab: Honey, play with Omidu so that he can learn.

Majid: Well done, my son. Reza: Dad, make us a car out of these. Majid: Guys, I am hungry now and my brain is not working at all. Mehtab: Majid, come and prepare the open table. Majid: Should I take this place??…No, come and take that place,

This is enough for me to take his bangs??…Let it be a little softer. It should stick….Reza, don’t you have glue in your bag???…No, Majid: You should go behind Singh?….No, it will stick here. Majid: Shall I spread the table??…..Not yet. Mehtab: Honey, take the car from here. Reza: Honey, let’s collect our things.

Grandmother: Children, come and have lunch now. Mehtab: Give me your hope, honey, my daughter, come here. Majid: Come on my daughter, you wore your shoes backwards. Reza: Haven’t you learned yet?? Hani: Mother, is it fixed now??…No, it’s the other way around. Majid: My daughter, wear this shoe on your right foot.

Reza: When is this Haniyeh’s mother going to learn to wear her shoes and slippers correctly…..Reza, you didn’t know how to wear them until a few days ago. Majid: My daughter, come and let me fix your shoes, you wore them wrong again. Majid: Mother, if there is a load of food, bring it.

Majid: Where is Mahtab Paro??….It was right outside. Thank you for accompanying us until the end of the video…. Subtitled by {{AFSHIN.HP}}

From the rugged mountains to the bustling city streets, Majid’s nomadic family embarked on a transformative journey. Leaving behind their traditional lifestyle, they sought clothes and necessities for their livelihood. The path was treacherous, but their determination carried them through.

As they entered the city, a world of vibrant markets and towering buildings greeted them. They marveled at the diversity and embraced the opportunities that lay ahead. Bartering their handmade crafts, they secured their livelihood and preserved their heritage.

Amidst the city’s allure, they remained rooted in their traditions. Stories were shared, skills were taught, and their nomadic spirit thrived amidst the urban landscape. Their journey, from mountain peaks to city streets, became a testament to resilience and cultural exchange.

In the end, Majid’s nomadic family discovered that their journey had not only transformed their lives but also enriched the city’s tapestry of diversity.
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