In a sunny afternoon in winter, they were holding toys walking through the village singing a song with a kurdish familiar melody that is still in my head.the kids were in front of them repeating what the elders were saying. That was the first I visited village on the creepy borders that one could still smell the blood of the soldiers been obliged to leave their families to fight in 8 years war with Iran. After having conversation with them, I found out the reason behind the people singing. I could not believe it; that people were singing for God asking him for rain to be saved from the threat of a draught. As I grow up, that was not something wierd, but what I a m used to see frequently in a society that has been a slave of culture and religion. Today in 21st century in a modern city, I see people going to mosques praying for god to ¦ rain on their dry lands instead of finding a way to prevent the draught or try hard to decrease the bad impacts of the draught on their life and the environment. In my life, I have been in many situations that I had to choose either to just pray for God or pray for god, but row to shore. I like adventures; I cannot stand seeing people getting hurt while I am just watching them and hoping them to be safe. Once, I was with mom trying to cross a main road in the city. I was behind her; I saw a car coming fast in the left hand of a camion, but she did not see it. she thought the camion is slow enough, and we can cross the road, so she stepped fastly. for a moment my mind stopped thinking, then I said to myself the car is going to hit my mom; I have to have a reaction. While all the people were sure that the car will hit her, I stepped toward her to stop her . Fortunately, I got to my mom at the right time, and pulled her back. I remember, I could not think about anything except rescuing my mom; I did not pray. What I did was just rowing to the shore. Imagine if I was just staying there hoping or praying,