Moustaches are nasty short lawn like hair that’s grown without any further notice under our frustrated noses. So that makes our faces less pretty compared to our partners’ lovely smooth faces whose problems dealing with body hairs is a different story. And, moustaches are the only expository remarkable things that differentiate men’s faces than women’s if you don’t look further down to the chin. In fact moustaches are a natural men’s matter but, shaving, trimming, and taking care of them is a cultural and personal manner. Also it seems that the word of moustache has something to do with that curly hair like, Anglo-Saxon letter of (S) whose strong sissy sound is very much hallucinating. Because like a moustache and many things else it has two faces and persons who have an ess in their name and that with a moustache on their faces often smile and speak a surprise. Satanic or Saintanic! Moustache on their faces is similar to a mysterious SSSSS like mask that can store all personal codes under its bushy structure. Mostly psychological behaviors of well-known personalities whose names like the word of moustache are not empty from the essz, and like the S in moustache they too are pronounced very strongly and profoundly. Furthermore, to our astonishment and, as same as to this upside down double semi-circle snobbish letter of “S”, moustaches resemble Lau-Tsu’s famous circle and symbol that can tell differences between some of tragic and comic feces, or ups and downs of our life.

              Men and women’s faces are getting closer to each other day after day, and      moustaches have been flying like useless dusty stuff from this narrow strategic land up to men’s upper lips. The renaissance, the industrial revolution, the humid climate of rainforest countries, the heat of Africa, and the cold blizzard of Scandinavia, were all tough feminine cultural, and super-natural masculine enemies of moustaches that were swept away one after another one with no mercy. Consequently, their golden masculine era never ended nevertheless of the day in which Socrates burned his immortal one with a deadly venom and then he left the doors of history wide open for the feminine face of Alexander, The Great. Who conquered lands of mustachios emperors of the MAP (Media, Ashur, and Persia)! Afterwards, centuries long Scissor of Rome, Khalifas of Abbasy, Tsars of Russia, Sultans of Ottoman, and kings of Spain, revenged all their defeats by growing thick masculine moustaches, also they celebrated the victories by waxing them like a spoiled successor and son. For example, Bismarck, the Prussian leader, whose thick moustache was as thick as the tail of Trojan horse, and was the first thing to cross invaded lands of the Eastern Europe. Contrary the ess like moustache of Shakespeare was so vice-versa. His was so savvy and delicate. Similar to Sinbad’s magic sword has crossed seas and oceans spontaneously with great sailors like sailor like Vasco De Gamma. A sword that made from fantastic plays and stories of wars in which rivers of ink is been shed precisely instead seas blood. Therefore the legend of his sword like, ess like moustache has been carried over and over by same stereotype and style-type of non-forgettable faces like Servants, who illustrated Don-Quixote’s moustache with an arrogant fantasy. Marcel Proust whose moustache was little bit thicker than Shakespeare’s, but it was under the same sigh of an inspirer writer. It was so gentle under Marcel’s French pointy nose, moist with a Parisian morning air while he was searching for a time that he had had lost. Suhrap, the modern Persian poet, grew his moustache more Proustian than Shakespearian and that was because France’s influence on Iran’s literature was stronger than the English one especialy in the colonialism era. Although none of Proust or Mopassant like mustaches carried the myth of Odyssey like the sophisticated and trimmed moustache of James Joyce, also none of the moustaches were so dramatic, mysterious, and surrealistic like Salvador Dali’s. That captured people’s imagination as much as his masterpieces. While Einstein’s sound ess and letter see like moustache was something different than all. It had more a scientific shape and physical appearances. That could deliver all his three mesmerizing ecHes at once (his humanity, his humor, and his hair). On the retrospect to what have been said about moustaches, Shakespearian, Salvadorian, or Einsteinium, moustaches on these kind of faces are softer under the super razors and mass erasers of modernism than what you can see on faces of persons like Stalin and Saddam. Whose thick power-full moustaches are sadistic foes for the cat like and feminine moustache of Salvador Dali. The master one, Stalin’s a concrete moustache had spit relentlessly on the sophisticated moustache of Lenin and his goatee beard. And then more aggressive by sending a slaughterer spy with a sharp axe all the way to Mexico to smash down Trotsky’s exiled skull. While Saddam’s moustache was in its early stages and was a small posthumous one of a sulky monster, dreaming to become a pseudo Salahadin, having Sajida, and his uncle’s small pistol all at once. Under his big nose its dreams came true while kissing Sadija as a young Bathist just before its solemn stand behind a large circle column on the sidewalk of the Rashid Street planning for a half successful ambush. He shot on Qasim’s simple square moustache, and then through CIA’s spiral secret stairs stepped to the power. That was a nice trimmed moustache on the face of sayed vice prisedent. Who started his early crimes by hanging and assassinating both active female protesters Laila Qasim, and Snawbar Mahmoode-Rash. And that was before his thick moustache would become (24 hr)’s only news. And then hide tons of cyanide and phosphor gas to destroy innocent civilian Kurds. Erase them totally on the face of the earth. 

   Moustaches when they are in power act differently than when they are on the stage, in the street on ordinary people’s faces. In power they soon become corruptive rusty hairs that needed to be dyed continuously; therefore you can’t see them on the western TV screens wasting public’s money. Some of these moustaches are extended hairs from the past, from aggressive bad ancestors whose dark moustaches can just be found on ugly masculine faces of sulky tyrant For example, Floods of tears of young Kurdish and Armenian girls weren’t enough to water the thirsty, narcissus moustaches of Sultan Salim, the Second, and Ismail Safawi. In addition to that, four hundred years later the thicker one on the stony face of George Kalimansou has became flaccid like a down flag on the Bastil’s prison while he was regretful in his vertical grave remembering the Treaty of Siver, and frightening from the executed pale face of Ihsan Pasha of Dersim and his smart tiny moustache. As a result of what happened after this none-survived treaty, the waxed moustache of Smail Khan Shikak tried so hard to get stand like the one Dali’s face, and get Europe’s attention, but a warrior never becomes an artist Therefore, Mr. Sykes of England didn’t like Simko’s moustache when he was reading Thomas Hardy for fun, while his colleague the clean-shaven Lawrence interested deeply in the Arabian moustache of Sharif Hussain.

 Despite that moustaches are so silent up to our talking machine, but pondering them through out the history. A person can tell some hidden negative and positive notions in the masculine face. That still controls the universe with a strong arm, and acts more savagely than its moustache-less partner, the female. Finally I hope no man get mad on me, when he has a choice between having the square moustache of Adolph Hitler’s, or the square moustache of Charily Chaplin!