Attacking

After the lunch the conversation was getting over and I had to drop my friend who was my guest. On the way to his destination, when I was passing bi Canadian embassy, I told him that right now I couldn’t convince myself to think about immigrant and living abroad. Here in Iran we have everything plus sincerest friendship relationship all over the world and so it’s obvious that for all Iranian Iran is the best place to live. I had decided to stop but on the back there was one scooter and I tried to keep left to let him to go. The alley was narrow and one way. I wait for a while to let another scooter who was in front of me and had already blocked my way, to turn back. The pilot was young, dressed brown with a face somehow serious.
A big hit to the glass of my friend’s side like an explosion has shocked me and I remember a face that came inside the car and tried to pull him out just for some seconds and then they escaped. Both scooters were got away and I was asking my friend about the attacking, and watching the peaces of the glass, broken to small cheeps.
When the thieves made the attack his bag was in his hand and they wanted to steal his which was in his hand near by the glass. It seemed that the chase us for certain period and when I turned back from one alley to another one parallel, they took the opportunity to make the attack. Although if they could wait for some seconds when my friend would go out they might have a successful attack to steal his hand bag. That was 2.30 P.M. of Sunday in Tehran. They were really professionals and we were really lucky.