The Tattoo-Obsessed Man - Daftar-e-Awwal

Wrestlers in Qazvin, central Persia, were accustomed to getting tattoos on various regions of their bodies. A man who was not a wrestler but wanted to appear courageous and great went to a tattoo artist who worked in the public bathhouse one day. He requested that the artist create a lovely design on his arm that reflected his bravery.

What kind of design would you like to have? the artist inquired.

What else would you expect from a ferocious lion? My zodiac sign is the powerful Leo, so use the darkest blue you've ever tattooed on anyone! stated the egotistical man.

The tattoo artist got his needles and ink out and got to work. After a few piercings, the man couldn't stand the blistering pain of the needle any longer, and he yelled, Which part of the lion are you tattooing?

I'm going to start with the tail.

Leave it alone; leave the tail alone and move on, wailed the phony wrestler.

The artist resumed his work, but the man began to scream in anguish as soon as he pierced his arm again: Which portion are you painting now?

The artist described it as the lion's ear.

Leave it; leave the ear alone and move on! screamed the man, tears welling up in his eyes.

The artist breathed heavily but remained silent, returning to his craft. What are you doing? screamed the fake wrestler once more. Which portion of your body are you tattooing right now?

The lion's belly, sir, muttered the artist, mockingly.

Oh my God, this is incredible! he exclaimed. Leave the stomach alone; it's excruciating! The man moaned, unable to withstand the sweltering discomfort. Why does a gorgeous lion require a belly?

The tattoo artist was at a loss for words. He flung his tools to the ground and walked away from his client, completely annoyed.

What kind of lion tattoo is complete without a tail, ear, or belly? He said, God did not create such a lion! Get out of my way, and don't show your face in my parlor ever again!

The tattoo artist grabbed the fake wrestler by the scruff of the neck and flung him out of the bathhouse into the freezing winter air outdoors before he could even begin to complain.

Wrestlers in Qazvin, central Persia, were accustomed to getting tattoos on various regions of their bodies. A man who was not a wrestler but wanted to appear courageous and great went to a tattoo artist who worked in the public bathhouse one day. He requested that the artist create a lovely design on his arm that reflected his bravery.

What kind of design would you like to have? the artist inquired.

What else would you expect from a ferocious lion? My zodiac sign is the powerful Leo, so use the darkest blue you've ever tattooed on anyone! stated the egotistical man.

The tattoo artist got his needles and ink out and got to work. After a few piercings, the man couldn't stand the blistering pain of the needle any longer, and he yelled, Which part of the lion are you tattooing?

I'm going to start with the tail.

Leave it alone; leave the tail alone and move on, wailed the phony wrestler.

The artist resumed his work, but the man began to scream in anguish as soon as he pierced his arm again: Which portion are you painting now?

The artist described it as the lion's ear.

Leave it; leave the ear alone and move on! screamed the man, tears welling up in his eyes.

The artist breathed heavily but remained silent, returning to his craft. What are you doing? screamed the fake wrestler once more. Which portion of your body are you tattooing right now?

The lion's belly, sir, muttered the artist, mockingly.

Oh my God, this is incredible! he exclaimed. Leave the stomach alone; it's excruciating! The man moaned, unable to withstand the sweltering discomfort. Why does a gorgeous lion require a belly?

The tattoo artist was at a loss for words. He flung his tools to the ground and walked away from his client, completely annoyed.

What kind of lion tattoo is complete without a tail, ear, or belly? He said, God did not create such a lion! Get out of my way, and don't show your face in my parlor ever again!

The tattoo artist grabbed the fake wrestler by the scruff of the neck and flung him out of the bathhouse into the freezing winter air outdoors before he could even begin to complain.