The world is not gray. It is composed of black and white strips placed right next to each other. A constant conflict between two opposites. Death vs life, goodness vs evil … hope vs sorrow. The endless battle between realism and daydreaming shapes the concepts of hope and sorrow. The mythology of ancient Iran has always been the bedrock of such battles. Sometimes the cosmos makes fun of us and we act whitely in the depths of black. So is this book and play; as Beizaei said: “Arash”, written by me, is a child of sorrow and acts in utter desperation.