Since life is a product of mixed emotions, our minds are the most unstable thing in the entire world. Like actors and actresses we have to take different roles and taste various things on the stage of life. Therefore, sometimes we cry helplessly, and some people are depressed enough to commit suicide; while sometimes we are overjoyed and drunk in the garden of happiness.

In my life I have seen and heard very wonderful, beautiful and amazing things or scenes, among them some are carved to the memory of my heart, which can pull me into the ocean of thought and give me pleasure, empower my understanding, and reinforce my positive thinking. Along these lines, I have seen a very wonderful scene that touched me so deeply.

It was a Saturday; I was on the way to my boyfriend's room in Mcloed Ganj. A scene attracted my attention like a magnet. A group of monkeys were picking something from a pile of garbage and eating them. They looked very busy with their work; baby monkeys were clinging to their mothers' chest like innocent human babies to their mothers' warm bosom. The mothers were picking some edibles and putting them into their babies' mouths. Suddenly, a big black dog rushed toward the monkeys, and it seemed he also wanted to get something to eat from that pile of garbage. It shocked the group of

monkeys and they looked like preparing for a fight with the dog. Meanwhile, mother monkeys were protecting their babies, putting hands on the backs of their babies and hugging them tightly like a mother trying to hide her baby from a murderer. It touched me so deeply and reminded me of my mother. I realized how a mother's love to her children is so pure, so unconditional and so powerful. A tear was rolling down on my cheek when I realized I was still standing in the same position motionlessly, and my eyes still staring at the same scene. Then I threw a small stone towards the dog, and he ran away unwillingly like a stubborn, arrogant man. The monkeys looked relieved and continued picking up things to eat; especially mother monkeys put down their babies on the ground and continued feeding them. When I was leaving the spot, a mother monkey looked at me, and her right hand was patting her baby's head; it seemed she was thanking me.

The scene and that mother monkey's way of looking at me still vividly stay in my mind. Whenever I think about it, a strange feeling occupies me, but I'm unable to express it in words. Anyhow, that was the most amazing thing that touched me so deeply recently.