This letter was written by an employee of NIOC national, about fifty years ago. Some one pulled it out of the archive for laughs. But the name of the person who wrote this letter has been erased for secrecy.

Dear Mr. Hamilton:

Hello sir .  I am your servant , very very  much . I am writing to you because all the way to the handle of knife has reached my bone. My hands grab your skirt. Mr. Hamilton please reach my scream . Mr Hamilton from the hands of this man , I don’t know what a wood hand I have sold him that from the very first day he has been pulling the belt to my lift . With all kind of cat dancing he has tried to become the eye and light of Mr. Hamilton.He made so much mouse running that finally Mr. Wilson became donkey and appointed Mr. Ahmadi as his right hand and told me to work under his hand . Mr. Wilson promised me that next year he would make me his right handman but my eye didn’t drink water and I knew that all these were hat play and and he was trying to put a hat on my head . I put the seal of silence to my lips and didn’t say anything . since that he was just putting watermelon under my arms knowing that his transfer was only good for his aunt . I started begging him to forget that I ever come to see him and forget my visit altogether. I said you saw camel, you didn’t see camel …. But he was not getting off the evil s donkey what headache shall I give you. I am now forced to work in the mailhouse with bunch of blind bald height and half height people.. Imagine how much my nose burns. Mr. Hamilton I turn around your head . You are my only hope and my back and shelter …… I swear you to 14 innocents . please do some work for me …. In the resurrection day I will grasp your skirt . I have six head bread eater . I kiss your hand and leg.

Your servant.