preposition رویِ / ru-ye

At the crosswalk.

God forbid, using a footbridge.

Now, if the child had stayed that same, small size, everything might have been different. But the donkey child grew and grew until he could no longer fit on his mother's back. And no matter how hard he tried, he could not behave like a human being. His mother was often tired and frustrated. Sometimes she made him do work meant for animals.

One of the soldiers put his foot right on him, but he kept quiet.

Certainly, both coffee and tea will be ready in a few moments.

you get a notification on your phone.

So how far are we from the surface of the earth now?

fall on the cheek.

Every time Persepolis plays a game and tens of thousands of people sit in the seats,

Pay 200 tomans for a concert and, for the whole time, limit your view to a 4-inch display!

Ezzatollah Entezami has been on stage.

defined the meaning of artistry on the cinema screen.

and you’d think Entezami made it so that the principles of acting would be written based on his movements.

he won the Simorgh for a role lasting a few minutes in Khane-i Ru-ye Ab,

before going on screen in the Art and Experience cinematic group,

But parents prefer not to acknowledge it much.

Me, here, immersed in the game, in the stadium, in the stands...

But it communicated to the Principlists and the Reformists that a notable number of people no longer count on them, and one should think of a solution for the structures.

We had found our angels once again, and these days, Iran was rotating on their peak.

The small bus stop in my village was busy with people and overloaded buses. On the ground were even more things to load. Touts were shouting the names where their buses were going.

The city bus was almost full, but more people were still pushing to get on. Some packed their luggage under the bus. Others put theirs on the racks inside.

meaning that when you hit this button,

and finally came to uncle Mahdi’s hand.

In the busy city of Nairobi, far away from a caring life at home, lived a group of homeless boys. They welcomed each day just as it came. On one morning, the boys were packing their mats after sleeping on cold pavements. To chase away the cold they lit a fire with rubbish. Among the group of boys was Magozwe. He was the youngest.

Magozwe was sitting on the pavement looking at his picture book when Thomas sat down next to him. "What is the story about?" asked Thomas. "It's about a boy who becomes a pilot," replied Magozwe. "What's the boy's name?" asked Thomas. "I don't know, I can't read," said Magozwe quietly.

And we put it on our oven tray.