Yasmin - Rose of the Gold Coast

Once upon a time long long ago, there was a bonny lass of the Hedayaty clan.
Yasmin they called her, after the most beautiful flower they could find (the lotus
did not bloom in that part of the world, too many car accidents and popcorn).

Yasmin grew to be good and beautiful, and all the people of the country loved her.
One day she grew tired of the many suitors around her constantly laughing at her
wittyness and gazing intensely into her eyes. She heard of the indigenous population
of Australia who did not look directly into the opposite gender's cheshm as it was
considered inappropriate. She thought to herself, ah yes that is the place for me,
a land downunder, when the women glow and the men chunder.
So she begged and pleaded with her parentals to send her there. Her parentals were a little
hesitationful so they did a little of their own research. They found for their beloved offspring a
place called the Gold Coast. Sweet Faizeh stated that a coast of gold could not possibly
be a horrendous place to live and that their delightful young one would most likely love it there,
cherish the environment and thrive within it. She would even perhaps find a husbandish match
for herself.
Ahh yes little did our unsuspecting parentals know what was to come.
Stay tuned for a tale of morbid horror, a story of moral deprivation, a narrative of really really
ridiculously good looking people, a convoluted plot of fear, a dastan of one bloody hot summer
and one incredibly unimpressed girl.

Yasmin touched down in coolangatta on the eve of what was to be the gloomiest day queensland had ever seen. Despite the water shortage that had plagued the state for just under a decade, the drought was almost broken that day due to the torrential downpour of rain the like of which even Manny had never seen. Manny, short for Manucher, was the oldest person on the coast, lets just say he lived in the moment -said moment being 1917- and thought himself to still be a handsome young buck looking for a dokhtar irooni to ask his mum to khastegar. Unfortunately, his mother had passed away several decades before the drought struck, and neglected to tell him that perhaps his time for being a handsome young buck had expired long ago, that he should leave the neon lights and skimpily clad girls of surfers well alone. With the heat stroke that came along with the water shortage he eventually became delirious and had scattered visions throughout his lonely days of Khatereh, his childhood sweetheart whom he had attended school with back in Iran (well he attended school, she wasnt allowed to do anything but bring him and the other boys khiar torshi and then sidle inconspicuously into a dark rank corner and listen and learn before she was shooed away).But back to the point, Manny knew the weather and he hadnt seen this much bloody rain ever alright?
Now back to our protagonist.