George Orwell, revolution and Animal Farm, Iran, revolutioln and Mullahs.

They are  the  epitomes  of  hypocrisy. It  is  the  true  nature  of  the dressed  in  divine  cloths   group  of  rulers  in  Iran.  So inhuman  and  dishonest,  untruthful and  blatant,  yet   self-justifying,  self-interested  and  of course  self-glorifying,  that  no  human  attribute  is  fully  able  to  describe   these  twisted,  freak  and  hypocritical  creatures.

When  I  was  very  young  and  laden  with  the  will  of  understanding  and  acquiring  the  ways  of  self-realization  and  the  formation  of  the  human  thought ,  observation  and  relationship,  a  friend   of  mine  gave  me  a  book  as  a  present.  He  said  to  me : ” Although  reading  such books    is  not  illegal  in  this  country,  but  you  keep  it  in  secret  and  do  not  talk  about it  to  anyone  because  Islamic  regime  is  very  sensitive  to  these   kind  of  materials.”   The title of  the  book  was  ”Animal Farm”  and   when  I read  it  for  the   third  time,  I  realized  why  my  old  friend ( who  was  a  retired  teacher  and  a  man  of  knowledge  and  understanding)  believed  that  such  books   could  not  be  so  interesting  for  the  Islamic  regime  and  its  dishonest  Mullahs.

The  story  made  me   feel  a   resonance  of  a  bitter  human  cry  and  yell  that  was  looming  from  a  dark  space  somewhere  far,  far  beyond  sorrow ,  regret  and  ressentiment,  in  my  heart  and  in  my  mind. The  words  equity,  equality, honour  and  dignity  were  shaped  into  big  chunks  of  mud  in  my  mind,  as  I tried  to   find  what  real  implications  they  had  to  impart.  I  was  sunk  and  overwhelmed  by  the effects  that the message  within  the  story  left  on  my  mind.

As  a  vigorous  teenager,  in  love  with  every  moment  of  life,  I  was  very  keen  to  get  hold  of  every  passing  moment  and  make   out  its  message. In  other  words,  life   for  me  was  like  a  beautiful  collection  of meaningful  and  creative  challenges.  It  seemed  to  me  like  a  high  mountain  to  climb  and  get  multiplied  and  elevated  by  any  pace  taken  towards  the  summit. But   my  imagination  of  life  was  completely  overshadowed  by  the  story  of  ”Animal  Farm”.  My  beautiful  and  transparent  picture  of  life,  was  turned  into  an  illusive  and  obscure  portrait  of  doubt,  hesitation  and  uncertainty;  it  seemed  to  me   like  a  mountain with no summit,  to  climb  and  get  exhausted  and  diminished.The Islamic  revolution  seemed  to  me  like  an  incredible  and  unblemished  copy  of   the  revolution  in  ”Animal Farm”.  The  thoughts,  theories  and  the  general  philosophy  behind  the  Islamic  revolution  seemed  to me  unbelievably  akin  to  those  of  ”Animal  Farm’s”

The  Islamic  revolutionists  were  supposed  to  secure  the  justice  and  equality  that  they  believed  had  been  skewed   and  violated  by  the  Shah  and  his  regime; and  of course  they  were  supposed  to  restore  the  so-called  looted  virtue  and  morality  of  the  Iranians!  And  in  all,  they  were  supposed  to  be the embodiment  of    all kind of blessings  for  the  Iranian  people!

In  ”Animal  Farm”   written  by  George Orwell (who  I  highly  respect  him  for  his  sharp sense  of  wrong  and  right)  revolution  is  depicted as the  only  way  to  get  rid  of  tyranny  and  oppression  and achieving  the  justice  and  consequently  obtaining  the  equality  and  liberty  which  are  humasns’  ideals  for  living  in  peace  and grace. In  his  incredible  depiction of  greedy and  the  ungracious  side  of  human  existence,  he  chooses  the  pigs  as  the  absolute examples  of  excessive  desires,  to  represent ,  incarnate  and reveal  the devastating  and  degrading  effects  of  misusing  the  power  and  abusing  the  genuine  will  and  trust  of  the people  under  the  name  of  justice , equality  and  freedom. In  his  wise  narrative  of  hypocrisy,  pigs  are  representing  the  rulers  who  are  the  perfect  symbols  of  this  inhuman  attribute.

The  conception  of  revolution   in  ”Animal Farm”  comes  from  a    so-called  virtuous  and  respectable  white  boar  and  his  dream  of  freedom  and  equality. He(the boar) inspires  the  others, especially  the  young  ones,  and  encourage  them  to  fight  for  their  rights. Then  he  is  dead;  but  his  inspirations  and  encouragements  are  inducing  and  guiding enough  to lead  the  others.  So,  revolution  is  done;  tyranny  and  tyrants  are  gone;  and  it  is  time  to do the  justice.  Rules  and  principles  are  prepared.  Equality  is  the  main  concern  and  priority  for  the  leaders. Post-revolution  life  is  started. Everybody  works  hard  to help  the  revolutionists  with  their  plans  for  reforms  and  improvements.  they put  their  hearts to  their  efforts;  they  go  through  all sort  of  difficulties  and  hardships-  even war.  They  remain  loyal  and  submissive  to  their  leaders  with  the  hope  of  obtaining  the  goals  of  revolution  and  living  in  a  better  situation. But  nothing  happens-nothing  new  and  better. And  then  there  are  trained  dogs-  fierce  and thirsty  for  blood-  to  tear  the  throats  of youths and  intimidate  the  older  ones. In  the  end  the  revolution  yield  to  nothing  but   sorrow,  pain   and  regret. The  values  are  skewed ; the  principles  violated  and  a  bitter  sense  of  anguish  and  exasperation  is  the  only  remarkable  result  of  the  revolution.

Twenty  years  have  passed  by  now  since  I read  the   ”Animal  Farm”  for    the  first  time.  A  few  days  ago  I  read  it  again.  It  made  me  to  shed  tears, cried  and  mourned  for  myself and  my  generation  who  were  disappeared  into  the  smoggy  air  of  tyranny  and  injustice. I shed  tears  and  mourned  for  that  teenager  who  used  to  get  hold  of  every  passing  moment  to  make  out   its message.  I  shed  tears  and  mourned  for  all  those  bright  teenagers  who  at  that  time  had   great  aspirations  for  themselves  and  their  future  children;  but  gained  nothing  other  than grief  and  pain. I shed  tears and  mourned  for  my  father  and  his  generation  who  nowadays  with   grey  hairs ,  pale  faces  and  broken  hearts  are  worried  about  their  beautiful, bright  and  educated  grandchildren   who  are  exposed   to  the  fierce  teeth  of the  dogs  that  have  been  trained by  the  Mullahs(the pigs) just  to  tear  the  throats  of  youths. I  shed  tears  and  mourned  for  mothers  who  were   beautiful  teenagers  back to  thirty  years  ago  and  had  ardently  pictured   a  prosperous  futures  for  themselves  and  their  future  children ,  and  nowadays  with  broken  hearts, withered  faces ,  dimmed  eyes,  and  glamorous and  unseen  grey  tresses,  are  worried  about  their  children. I shed tears  and  mourned  for  all  our  buried  desires. I  cried far, far beyond  grief  and  regret.  I burnt  into  ashes.

I do  homage  to  George Orwell  once  again,  the man  who  was  truly the  conscience  of  his  time;  the  man  who  was  free  of  bais  and  prejudice; the man  who  never  ever  made  his  judgements  by  solely  relying  on his eyes  and  his  ears;  the  man who  with  his  vivid prose  and  his  exact  crisp  use  of  language  was  able  to  see  the  unseen  and  reveal  the  concealed.

Now  a blessing  in  disguise  has  already  given  me  the opportunity  of  living  in  Great Britain-the  country  of  George Orwell;  the country  which  undoubtedly  is  one  of  the  most significant  countries  in  the  world;  the  country  which  has  massive  capacities  in  different  fields. As  I  have  been  living  in  this  country  for more than  two  years,  I  have  already  realized  that  there  is  a  very  genuine  will of  contributing  to  the  world,  in  the minds  and  hearts  of  British  people. I  have  already  realized  that  there  are   conscientious  people  and  political  figures   who  are  genuinely  worried  about  the  Iranian  people  and  their  current  condition  which is  painfully   giving  rise  to  serious  concerns.  Therefore, I  strongly  believe  that  Great  Britain  and  its  people are  the  only  country  and  people  who  can  help  the  Iranians  much  better  than  any  other  country  and  people  could.

We  can  not  deny the  history,  or    make it  up. Any  kind  of  denying  attitude  towards  the  history , would  be  in fact  a  way  to  ignore   the  guiding  lessons  and  knowledge   which  are  enclosed  within  every  single  moment  of  history.  With  regard  to  this  highly  important  matter,  I  have  no  reason  not  to  believe  that  new  generation  of the  British  rulers  and  British  people  have  a  very  clear, tangible, wise, realistic  and practical  attitude  and  recognition  towards  the  history. There  had  been  some wrong  attitudes  towards  the world,  during  the  imperial  time;  and  it  is  acknowledged  by  the  new  generation  of  rulers of  Great Britain.  Therefore ,  I think  it  is  the  right   time  for  Great  Britain  to  set  out  to   conquer the  world  in  a  different  way;  by  the   way  of   winning  the  trust  and  respect  of     people  in the countries  like  Iran- by  the  way  of  making  more  efforts  to make  a much  more  transparent  and  easily trust able picture  of   Great  Britain. It  is  my  genuine  believe  that  Great  Britain and  its  conscientious  people  who  are  undoubtedly  highly  educated  and  understanding  as well,  are  enormously  capable , as  a great impact,  of  leading  the  world  into  a much  more  human  and  peaceful path. Civilization, knowledge, morality, sincerity, tolerance  and  a very  sifted  wisdom  and  virtue,  these  are  the  respectable  attributes  of    the new   British generation;  these  are  the most  powerful  weapons  for  such  a nation. So,  I believe  that  such  weapons  are  the  most  useful  and  effective  weapons  to  conquer  the  world  which nowadays  is  much  more  knowledgeable  than  it  was  in  the  past.

Three  decades  after  the  Iran revolution  in 1979,  there  are still   skeptic  views  towards  the  Great Britain  in the  minds of    Iranian  people. They  are  not  people  of  bias;  they  are  not  people  of   nonsensical  obsessions  with     the  past. They  are  knowledgeable   people  with  flexible  and  compromising   attitudes. So,  why they are  still so suspicious  about  the   Great Britain’s attiuudes  towards  Iran? If  the  weather  is getting  changed, they  would  say ‘ yes, some  English men  must  be doing  something  to the  weather’  or  if  they  see  a  stone  on their  way , they  would say  ‘ it  must  be  put  there  by  an  English  man’   As  I  mentioned  before, we  can  not  deny  the  history  as  the honest  narrator  of  the  past  events. There  are periods  in  the  history  of  Iran  which   have  evidently  narrated  the  consequences of  the  presence  of  the British in Iran. And  of course  there  had  been  some  adverse  and somewhat  agitating  issues ,created  during  the presence  and  influence  of  Great  Britain in  Iran in  the  past, which  can not  be  denied  and  should  not  be  ignored  if  there  is  any  mutual  and  wise  plan  to   sort  out  the  past  and  its  destructive  impacts  on  the  present relationship  between Iranian  nation  and  British  government.

Many  western  countries   have  begun  to  make  radical  changes  in  their  attitudes  towards  the  rest  of the  world,  since  thirty  years  ago;  and  some  of  them  have  been  relatively  succeeded  to create  a  new  and  clear  philosophy  to  deal  and  compromise  with the  countries  which  had  been  hurt  and somehow  exploited  by  them in  the  past. The  most  significant  western  countries  in  this  issue,  are  Germany, France, Italy  and  even  America. They  have  been  successful  in  making  trust  and gaining  the respect  of  people  in  the  most  of  the  countries  in  which  there  had  been  very  incredulous  views  towards  them. Germany  as  the  most  successful  western country  in  this  issue, has  been  incredibly  wise  and  foreseeing  in making  new  ties  with  the  nations  rather  than    relying solely  on  its  relationship  with  the  rulers  and  governments.  And thus  this  significant  country  has  gained  an  enormous credit  in  Iran and countries  alike. As  to  the  America, I have  to  say  contrary  to  the views of  the  outside  world, in  Iran, I mean in  the mind  of  Iranian nation,  there  is    no that  much  incredulous  view  towards  America , which  there  is  towards Great Britain; although, some  of  them are  still  chanting   ‘down down with  America’  or  ‘America, the  big Satan,’  in  the  political  games  which  are held  by  the  Islamic  regime, but  in  fact  the  incredulity  towards  the  Americans  has prospectively  begun to  decrease.  With  no  doubt,  whatsoever,  the  wise efforts  of  the  mentioned  countries  in  making  new  and  creative  ties  between   the  nations  have  been  the  main  factor  in  creating  positivity  and  reliance  in  the  mind  of    Iranian  nation towards  themselves. For  instance, the  relationship  between  the  social  organisations,  apart  from  political  issues  and  differences,  has  incredibly been  effective  to  moderate  and  even  somehow  compensate  for   damages, done  in  the past.  Using  all  the  possibilities  which  have  been  a way to  channelling through  the people’s  minds  and hearts, have  been  the  resultful  policy  of  the above mentioned countries.In this, cultural  matters and  sport,  especially  football as  an  amazing   phenomenon, have  played    indirect , but creative roles. It  is  interesting  to know  that the Americans  have relatively   succeeded  in ameningd their  distorted relationship with  Iran in  some fields, while  they  have  not  had  their embassy in  Iran, since  1979.

Has  the Great Britain, as one  of  the  word’s powers, and of course  as the country  which  its name  is  imprinted  in any single  page of  the 300 hundred years  of   the recent  history of  Iran, made  any remarkable effort in  order to  gain  the  trust of the  Iranian  nation, other than the mere  and  routine  diplomatic  and  political efforts? Have the British  social organizations  and communities  taken any step  to get closer to their  brothers and sisters  in Iran?  Have  they  done  anything  remarkable  to  show  their  respect for the Iranians, apart  from the political problems  and disagreements? Have the British society established  any remarkable  social  and cultural institute  in order  to create  a  sense of respect  and frienship  through  the mutual  communications  and agreements? Unfortunately, the answers to  these  questions  and many others, would be a big NO!! Why?

In  a  near  future Iran’s national Football team,  is going  to go  to  America  for the  third  times in  recent years; of course  it  will be  just a football  match , but  there  are beautiful  implications  behind  that. It  is  just  a wise  use of  a  popular phenomenon like football  to  create a  little  bit  of  friendship  and  respect; and  definitely  these  little bits  of  respects  will  be  enormously  effective  in the process of  compromising  and  reconciliation between  the two nations and consequently a great help  to  rulers in  channelling  through  their  problems  in a better  atmosphere.  Adding  to this,  there  have been  a lot of  confrontations  between  the  Americans  and  the  Iranians  in  different  sport  and  social fields  from  wrestling  and Football  to  cinema  and  other cultural matters. And so, have   been doing the Germans, Italians, French who are the main commercial partners for Iran nowadays. My main point in this matter is, that  this era is the era of people and people. This era is the  era of cogency ,logic and respect, as people  have changed  and are not  the  same  people  who  used to be forty years ago. I mean in these days everyone knows best, as our world  now is a quite informed  and cogent world. Naturally, in such a  world it is just respect and recognition  which  can be  the  most  decisive weapon to  win and get access to different advantages.

As an asylum seeker in Great Britain, I was handed  a bundle of papers before going to a  tribunal court, nearly two years ago. The papers had the  title of  THE INFORMATION OF THE COUNTRY OF THE ORIGIN. When I went  through  those papers, honestly, I just laughed and laughed , as  I found nothing different and remarkable in those papers which could be even relatively a  suggestive of the realities of  social  and political problems  in Iran. It was obvious that those information could be accessible  to everyone  on Internet and  in public domain. And  later on, when I found  it very difficult to find a book  for  example about the history,culture  or literature of Iran in  the central library of a big city in  this country, I was bitterly convinced  that  there  has been no will  to know  a little  bit, just a little bit,  about  a country which is undoubtedly  a significant  part of  human civilization and memories in this world. Trying to know a person, a society and a nation, is in fact a way to get closer  to them and of course  a beautiful  way of showing  respect  and recognising their cultural  and social values.

I do hope that my dear  civilized, polite,  and  highly informed British brothers and sisters  do not get me wrong; as  after  having been living in this country for more than two years, I have already realized  that   any kind of  criticism  is  strangely  considered  as  ANTAGONISM, especially if  criticism comes form a foreigner. And  lastly  I may be allowed to say  that  unfortunately  British nation  and  the British rulers  do not have any clear  and tangible information about  the true  nature  of  the  Iranians  and the religious  group ruling over them. I may be  allowed  to  say  as well,that  the unbelievably  indifferent  attitudes of  the British  nation and  the British government  towards  Iranian people  have been  the  main  obstacles  in  the  way  of  decreasing  the  hindering  suspicions  in  the  minds  of  the  Iranians  towards Great Britain’s policies. And  I have a suggestion( as  a very easy  way  to get  to a comprehensive knowledge  about the realities  of   the  devastating social  and political  problems in Iran) for the  British people and  the British rulers; it is very simple  and useful. Please do bother  and  read  the  George Orwell’s  ANIMAL FARM once  again,  and  do  not  make  any  doubt  that  it  is the  most  reliable  description  of  the  religious  group  of  rulers  in  Iran,  and  of course  the oppression, abuses  and humiliation  which  the Iranians  have  been  going through for  three  decades. It  surely  will  be  much more  informative  and  guiding  than  all  those  sheer  diplomatic  and  political  procedures  which have  not  been  effective  even  to  let  the  Iranians  know  that  the  new  generation  of  rulers in Great  Britain  have  no  exploitive  attitudes towards  the  world.Please do bother  and read  the  ”Animal Farm”  once  again  and  try  to  convince  the Iranians  that the  new British generation   are equipped  with the  weapons of  knowledge,wisdom  and cogency, and such  a  nation  has no  exploitative  attitudes  towards  any country.

Obama, Mullahs, and western medias, what will they do for Iranian people?

What  is   really  remarkable  in the  surge  of  recent  changes  in  America, is  the different  language  which  is  seemingly  meant  to communicate  different  things  in different  ways. Although  the  bitter  truth of  this  materialistic  ( or  perhaps realistic)  world  is  so  depressing  and  discouraging  in  its  terms  of  approaching  the  solutions,  but  I  optimistically  believe  in  will  and  purpose  which  words  carry  regarding  to  their  sounds. So,  the  sounds  of  words,  uttered  by  Mr  Obama,  are  hopefully-to  some degrees-  indicating  that  they  have  some things  to  do  with  their  true  implications.

In  his  rhetoric,  Mr  Obama, implicitly,  imparted  a genuine  will of  communication  and  mutual  understanding  towards  international  problems.  As  a  matter  of course,  true  will  to  understand  and  recognising  the  others  is  the  only  way  to  cope  with  the  really  dire  situation  of  our  world.

The  deteriorating  economical  issues  which  has  already   exposed  the  whole   world  to  the  threat  of  a  real  disruption,  and  with  regard  to  the  vital  importance  of  solidarity  and  co-operation  of  nations  in  this  issue,  I  think  it  is  high  time  for  the  Islamic  regime   and  Mullahs  in  Iran  to  take  on  a  new  and of course  more  flexible  policy  towards  their  world  and  their  nation. I  think  it  is  the   right  time  for  the  Mullahs  to  show  a  little  bit  respect  for  the  world  community  and  their   own  nation via  opening  the  doors  of  Iran  to   the  world  and  through  an optimistic  attitude  taking  part  in  the  universal  challenges  over  the  common  problems  which  our  world  is  undergoing.

If  Mullahs  are  really  legitimate  in  their  positions  and  have  any   real  assurance  on  their  place  in  the  minds  and  hearts  of  Iranian  people,  they  should  not  be  afraid  of  the  hands  which  are stretching  out  to  them  to  offer  a  better   and  mutual  understanding  on  the  common  issues.

The  religious  group,  ruling  over  Iran,  has  been  brilliant  at  wasting  the  great  opportunities  of  tackling  their  problems  with  the  world’s  powers  and  consequently  giving  the  chance  of promotion  to  their  people  and  allowing  them  to  play  their  parts  in  the  international  scenes  as  a  viable  and  significant  nation.

To  what  extent  can  Mullahs  keep  the  doors of  the  country  closed  and  keep  spending  the  wealth  of   the  nation  to  fortify  their  chateaus  just  in  order  to  hang on     to  power  and  going on  with  their  ruling- maniac desires? Of course  I am  not  a  blind  critic  as  I  am fully  aware  of  the  inevitable  realities which  we  are  facing  with  in  this  world;  so,  I  think  it  is  the  absolute  right  of  any  country  to  take  on  a  secure  manner  of  dealing  with  the  international  issues;  and  of course  it  is  the  absolute  right  of  any  nation to get  to  the defensive  abilities  as  our   world  is  not  a  flawless and  perfect  world;  but  to  what  extent  should  a  country  or  a  ruling  group  think  of  security  measures  and  defensive  abilities? Isolating  a  nation  from  the  world,  which  it  belongs  to  as  a  significant  and  cultural  part  of  it,  and  spending  an  awful  amount  of money  on  defensive  plans -which  undoubtedly  was  enough  to  develop  the  country  in  a  short  period- is  what  Mullahs  have  kept  justifying  it  as  SECURITY  MEASURES  AND  PREVENTIVE  AND  PRECAUTIONS  defensive  abilities in  dealing  with  the  world.

As  the  history  is  our  great  witness,  we  have  never  been  an  aggressive  nation,  or  a  nation  of   extremism, blind  bias,  and  excessive  trends  and  violent  behaviours.  Therefore  I  believe,  Iran,  a  powerful  Iran,  can , beyond  any  doubt ,  be  the  watershed  of  peace  and  reconciliation  for  the  world;  but  the  question  which  is  raised  in  this  issue  is:  What  kind  of  powerful  Iran  is  meant  to  be  the  watershed  of  peace  and  reconciliation  for  the  world?  A  powerful  Iran  which  its  individuals  are  part  of  its   power,  or  a  powerful  Iran  which  is  used  as  a  military  base  by  some  infidel  and power-maniac Mullahs   who seek  their  survival  in  crisis  and  controversial  atmospheres?  A  free,  democratic  and  advanced  Iran  with  that  great  and  exquisite  background  of  culture,  which  in  fact  is  the  culture  of   realization,  moderation  and  tolerance , will  be capable  of  creating  the  balance  and  harmony in  relationships  in  the  region and  consequently  being  a  significant  help  to the  other parts  of  the  world.

Therefore,  in  my  point  of  view,  the  Iranian   nation  must  be  considered  as   the  most  eminent  target  in  the  surge  of  new  changes  in  relationship  between  Iran  and  West  and  in  particular  Americans.  Unfortunately  there  has  always  been  an  awful  misunderstanding and  misinterpretation  in  terms  of  approaching  the  Iranian  people ,  as  they  have   always  been- directly  or  indirectly- considered  as  part  of  Islamic  regime;  so,  I,  as  an  Iranian, fully  aware  of  all  ups  and  downs  of  my  people,  my  society  and  my  culture, strongly  believe  that   this  unfair  and  of course  absolutely  wrong  way  of  approaching  a  nation( which  painfully   has  been  living  a  life  of  captivity  for  Three  decades)  has  been  the  main  cause  of   poorly  attempted  efforts  of  West  in  dealing  with  the  issue  of  Iran which  has  enormously  left  negative  effcts  on  the  majority  of  international  issues.

Thereby, as  it  is  obvious  that  the  Islamic    regime which  apparently is  willing  to  take  on  a  different  attitude, will  not  be   clear enough    and  sincere in  terms  and  conditions  of  any  kind  of  procedure which  will  be taken  on  to repose  the  necessary mutual  trust  in the  collation of  solutions; so  dealing  with the  issue   of  Iran definitely will  not  be  so easy  and fruitful  when  it  comes  to looking  for  the  solutions  and  channelling  through  the  main  targets  in  this  issue. On the  other hand,  the  military  solution  and  using the  force as  a  lever   to  shift  the Islamic  regime, surely will  not  be  an  effective  and  wise  act  in  this  sensitive  time.

So,  approaching  the  issue  of  Iran  and  its  Islamic  regime  is  deeply  in  need  of  an  exhaustive  plan,  in  which  all  the  necessary information  and  guidelines are  prepared in  accordance  with  the  realities  of   what  has  been  going  on  in  Iran  during  the  past  three  decades.  It  is  undeniable  that  West  has  been  unable  to  deal  with  the  issue  of  Iran  as  the  present  influential  role  of  Iran  in  the  middle East  is  the  absolute  indication to  this  issue.  To  my  knowledge  the  western  medias  has  been  the  main  cause  of    the  West’s  failure  in  this  issue.  Unfortunately  the  western  medias  has  not  been able- even  relatively-  to  give  a  clear  and  tangible  account  of  Iranian  society  and  the  ruling  group  over  it,  despite  of  being  equipped  with  different  kinds  of  knowledge  and  technology.  As  an  Iranian,  it   has  really  been   sobering  and  of course  wandering  for  me to  hear  the   comments  of  western  medias  on  the  recent  changes  in  America  and  the  presidency  of  Mr  Obama  and  the  possibilities  of  channelling  through  the  old  problems  between  West  and  Iran and  America  in  particular, as  their  trends  in  approaching  the  issue  are  unbelievably  raw  and  far  behind  the  truth:  ” Iranian  people  are  against  any  kind  of  relationship  with  America,  while  Iranian  government  is  ready  to  have  new  ties  with  America!!!”,this  is the   way  of  recognising  and  approaching  the  realities  of  a  country  and  its  people  by  one  of  the  most  popular  western  medias!!!  And it  shows  that  unfortunately  western  medias are  in    need  of  urgent  changes  in  their  methods of  approaching  and  analyzing  the  people’s  mind  and  quests  which  are  based  on  their  own  culture  and  beliefs and  of course  their  involvement in  the  unwanted  and  inevitable  challenges  which  are  imposed  on  them  due  to   the  deliberately  created  circumstances  by astute  rulers. Obviously  it  would  be  an  easy  job  for  a  reporter  or  a  journalist  to  get  to  a  reliable assessment  on  the  people’s  general  quests  and needs  if  he  or  she   is  supposed   to  do  so  by  walking  in  the  garish  streets  of  a  western  country  which  its  people  have  not been  obliged  to concede  and  going  through  any  kind  of  unwanted  and  imposed situation; definitely , applying  the sheer  psychological  and  sociological  methods  to  the  process  of  getting  to  a  general  knowledge on  the  life  of  a  western society would  be  the  most  resulting   and  reliable  way;  but  definitely,  it  would    be  of   no  use  when  it  is  supposed  to  go through  the life  of  a  nation  that  has  been under  the  most  intricate  mental  pressures,  a  nation  which  has  been  compelled  to  play  silly  games  even  with  itself  just  to  earn  its  butter  and  bread  and  keep  going  with   the  hope  of  getting  to  a  point  at  which  a reasonable  movement  can  be  started   to  change  the  current  issues.

Therefore,  carrying  out  any  kind  of  changes  in  this  issue  is  necessarily  in  need  of    an  exhaustive  information   about  the  social   realities  in  Iran;  as  no  changes  can  be  achieved   without   taking  the   true  quest  of  Iranian  nation  under  a  scrutinising  consideration. So,  in  my  point  of  view  all  the  efforts  in  this  issue  must  be  concentrated on  the  inner   changes  in  Iran,  as  I  beleive  an  uncompromising  regime  which  has  been  actually  fighting  against   the  west  for  Three  decades  in  different  fields  and   different  forms, has  never  ever  will  come  to  terms  with  the  west  in  a  comprehensive  way. Therein, I  do  hope   that  western  medias  in   this   issue  will  be  able  to  give  a  true  account  of  the  Iranian  society   to  the  western  politicians  and  lead  them  to  an  even  ground,  on  which  the  foundation of   a  radical  change  can  be  set  and  leads  the  process  of  changes  to  a  level    of  flexibility  and  fruitfulness.

Ahmadinedjad, the stupid shepherd. Khatami, the intellectual traitor.

In  the  gloom   of  a  despairing  atmosphere, in  which  no  bird  had  no  reason  to  fly  or  to  sing  a  cheerful  song  of   rapture  and  hope  as  the   green  was  dried  and  gardens  were  robbed  of  beauty  and  charm,  a  man  turned   up  under  the   banner   of  liberty ,   dignity  and  honour.  The  man   had  a  gentle  face,  with  a   bewitching  look  on it;  his  appearance  was  akin  to  that  of  Jesus Christ.  In  his  rhetoric   language  there  was     an  impartation   of   a   pure and  divine   sense  which  seemed  it   had  been   meant  just  to imparadise  the  wandered  humans  via  a  spiritual  recreation  and  purification. He  blew  the  breeze  of  hope  and   recreation  into  the  withered  souls   of  green   buds  which  were   on  the  brink   of   giving   the  hope  of   blooming  up. So,  the  young  buds    forgot   all  about  the  gloom  of  despair and  discouragement  which  were  going  to  make  them  to  forget  all  about  blooming  and  growth.

Thus , in  a  feast  of  words,  wisdom,  liberty  and  dignity,  the  buds,  the  youths,  gathered  about  the  man and   began  to  recall  the  ways  of  laughing , clapping and  cheering  which  had  already  been  drifted  awy  from  their  memories  by the  waves  of   tyranny  and  oppression. In  a  rich  exhibition  of  words  and   meaning, the   compelling  language  of  the  man  who   knew  how  the  words  can  penetrate   into  the  farthest   places  of   human soul,  heart  and  mind,  caused   a  surge  of   rejuvenation  and  renovation  to  be  felt  by  the  bulk  of a  nation  and  made   it  devoted  to  a  great  quest  which  was   freedom  and  dignity. The  man  spotted   the  heart   as  the  origin  of  miracle,  and  clarified, via  his  intellectual interpretation, which  miracle  would  not   happen  when  the  hearts  were  disengaged. In  a  feast  of  words, wisdom, liberty  and   honour, the  man  recalled  the  despondent  heart  of  a  nation  to  life  and   encouraged  it  to  support  him  as  the  herald  of  liberty  and  redemption  in  his   resurrection  against  the   devil.

“Mohammad  Khatami”  this  is  the  name  of  that  man  who  reminded  a  nation  of  their  absolute  rights  to  laugh , clapping  and   cheering  and  of course  whistling!!  Further  to  this,  he  did  nothing  to  his  nation,  to  his  young  and  hopeful  brothers   and   sisters  who  looked   at  him  with  great  honour  and  showed  him  a  great  and  sincere  deference .  He  betrayed  them; he  left  them  cold  and desperate; he  left  them  in  the  gloom  of  despair and  anguish;  he  was  to  heal  the  old  wounds  of  a  nation, but instead  he  put   salt  on  its  wounds. He  wasted  the  opportunity  which  undoubtedly  could  lead  the  nation  to  the  path  of   a  basic  attachment  to  its  viable   and   great  culture  and  consequently  to  create  the  platforms  and   setting  off    a  comprehensive  movement  towards reformation  and  of course  getting  rid  of  hindering  and  contemptuous  beliefs  for  good.   He  turned  his  back  to  the  people  who  had  vowed  him by  their  hearts  and  souls,  and  left  them    in  a  bitter  sense  of  resentment  and  frustration.

He  is  back  again! Yes,  he  is  back  again;  and  we  will  vote  him  again!  Yes,  that  is  also  true!  Of course  Khatami   would  be  the  best  choice  when  it  comes  to  making  a  choice  between  “bad”   and  “worse”     In  comparison  with   a  rude,   harsh,  awkward,  and  illiterate  figure  like  Ahmadinedjad  and  alike,  Khatami  and  his  thoughts  can  be  conceded   by  Iranian  people  who  have  been  compelled  to  concede the  unconvincing  figures  and   thoughts, imposed  on  them, for  Three  decades  in  accordance  with  the  bitter  logic  of  choosing  the   “bad”  to  avoid  the  “worse”

As   the  the  race  over  Iran’s  presidential  election  is  heating  up,  and  the sophisticated  Mullahs   are   making  themselves  amused  with    the  normative   games  over  the  forthcoming  elections;  Iranian  people  are   tangled up  in  their   minds  as  they  are  in  no  doubt  of  going  to  be  faced  with  an other  dilemma. As  it  is  obvious  that  Khatami  will  be   the  most  competent   rival  to  Ahmadinedjad  in the  forthcoming  presidential  elections  which  is  due   to  run  on  June 2009,   it  is  evident  that  Iranian  people  will  have  to  deal  with  an other  dilemma  which  in  fact  is  an other  nasty   game   to  skew  the  face  of  justice,  democracy  and ignoring  the  civic  rights  and  civil  rights   which  are  the  most  essentials  in the   way  of  approaching  the   core  meaning  of   freedom  and    a  democratic   attitude  towards  the  certain  wants  of  people.

Khatami  who   had  been  ruling  over  Iranian  people  for  Eight  years  as  their  president,   has  already  proved  himself  as  a  very  poisonous  politician  due  to his  coward,  hypocritical,  and  treacherous  personality; and  the  other  one( Ahmadinedjad)   has  also  proved  himself  as  a  SHEPHERD  who  has  no  conception of  the  obvious  differences  between  a  Goat  and  a  Sheep!!  As  to the   other  rivals  to  Ahmadinedjad,  same  as  usual,  they  have  been  deliberately  chosen  by  the  astute  Mullahs  for  this  game;  so,  it  is  obvious  that  they  do  not  have  any  chance  of  win  in  this  game  as  they  are  really  so  much  less  for  the  position  of  presidency  and  thus  naturally   they  are  of  no  interest  to  people.

To  what  extend  a  president  who  is  to  run  a  country  and  above   all  to  represent  its  people  and their  culture  in  the  international  scenes,  should  be  so  rude,  awkward  and  discouraging,  as   a  so-called  president  like   Ahmadinedjad  is?  It  would  be   a  sobering  question   when  it  comes  to  whys   and  therefores   of  the  matter  of  presidency  in   particular,  and  all  kind  of  elections  in  general  in  Iran.  It  is  too  obvious  that  Ahmadinedjad  was  elected by  people,  I  mean  people  went   to  the   ballot  boxes  and  voted  him  in  a  really  free  and  democratic  atmosphere!!! As  they  have  been  free  to  make  their  choices  in  accordance  with   their opinions  and  tastes  under  the   sophisticated   Islamic  regime!!!   To  work  this  amazing  paradox  out, It  is necessarily  required  to  know  that  Iranian  people  are  unbelievably  meticulous  and precise  with  their  choices.  So,  one  may  ask  if  it  is  true,  why  they   have  chosen  such  an  obviously  illiterate  shepherd(Ahmadinedjad)  as  their  president  and  of course  as   their  representative  in  the  international  scenes? The  answer  to  such  question  would    be  so  sobering  and  of  course  painful.

During  the  past  Thirty   years   in which   Mullahs   and   their  God  have  been  ruling  over  Iran,  they  have  been, unbelievably,  amazingly  prevailing over   people  and  succeding  with  their  intricate  tricks  in  making  a   legitimate  face    for  their  hegemonic  and  fraudulent  ways  of  ruling.  So,  it  is   unsurprising  to  see  them  carrying  on  so  steady  and  lasting. These  sophists  who   have  had  no  deference  for  the  people since  they  took  over  the  country, have  held  all  sort of  elections  in  a  very  sound  and  almost  democratic   manner!!  Subject  to  the  records  in  this  issue. According  to  those   records,  there  has  not  been  a  serious   and  controversial  argument  over  the  authenticity  of   elections   in  Iran. In  other   word  the  normative   nature  of  elections  in  Iran,   and    the  absolute  lack  of  alternatives  for   the  people ( who  are  compelled  to  attend  the  elections  and  vote  the  “bad”   to  avoid  the  “worse”)    leaves   no  room  for  no  argument  and  debate  over  the  outlines   and  results  of  elections.

When  it  comes  to  elections  and  people,   the  nominees  have  to  be  recognised  and  confirmed  by  the  people  themselves.  It  is  so  sensible,  reasonable,  fair,  and  easy  to  understand;  but   for  the  Islamic  regime  and  astute  Mullahs  it  is  adverse  to  the  expediency  and  security  of  a  country!! So,  they  do  bother  themselves  and  do  the  initial  part  in  this  course   instead  of  people! There are  different  assemblies of  old,  dogmatic  and  sophistic  clerics within  the  structure  of   Islamic  regime.  The  function  of  this  old   and   greedy  vipers  is  to  confirm  the  nominees  for  the   management  of  the  country.  this  definitely  is  an awful   and  unfair  kind  of  filtering  and  censorship.  Thereby  no  really   capable   and  remarkable  nominee   with  outstanding  abilities  can  pass  through  the  filtering  and  censorship  system  of   viperish  clerics; and  consequently  some  short-minded   and submissive  figures   are  confirmed  as  the  so-called  qualified  and  elite  figures  to  run  for  the   elections  and  taking  the  high  positions  to  lead  the  country.  Therefore  the  Islamic  regime  and  malicious  Mullahs   have  no  reason  for   being  worried  about  the  people’s  opinion  and  the  outcome  of  their   choices,  as  the  so-call  suitable  and  elite  candidates,  confirmed  by  the  Assembly  of  Gurdian  Council  for  any  kind of  position,  are  in  fact  the  regime’s agents. So,  either  Ahmadinedjad  or  Khatami  are  the  desirable  choices  of    sly Mullahs;  and  people  same  as  usual, are  compelled   to  attend  the  elections  and   cast  their  ballots  in  favour  of    less  “bad”  in  order  to  avoid   the  least  “good”!!

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She is just a Cook, and of course a beautiful slave!

So  gentle  and   amiable  in  behaviour,  as  subtle  and  sensible   through   her  conception  of   life,  that   I  have   no  reason  not   to  call   her   as  the   essence  of    human  life,  and  of  curse   as   the  suggestive  of  the  all  known   and   unknown  secrets   of   the   creation  and   the   thought  of   divinity. Woman   as  the   absolute  definition  of   beauty  and  delicacy  which   in  fact   are   divine   values,   granted   to  her   by  her   beautiful  creator,  in  my   point  of   view   is   the  basic     and  seminal  word  within   the   intricate   philosophy   of   creation,  as   I  believe   this   word  is  the    keyword   to  penetrate  into   the  lofty  moments   of  realization  and  accomplishment. Woman,  this   splendid  soul   of  faith   and  love  is   capable  of  defining  the   great  God  in  the   most   deliberate and  dazzling  way  of   thought   and  meaning.

Suppressing   the   woman  in  different  ways    beyond  any   doubt  is   the   main   cause   of   our  inhuman   behaviours   in  this   disastrous  and  odd   world. As  it  is  evident  that   affection  and   love  can   create   an  atmosphere  in  which   words   are   heard   and  minds  are   made  in  a logical   way, suppressing   the   woman  in  the   most   inconceivable  inhuman   ways,  who  is   the   origin  of   divine   love   and   affection,  is   the   most  outrageous s   and   destructive   act   which      our   mindless   world   has   unfortunately   been   bound   to  perform   it  in   the   most  brilliant   form   of  folly   and  unawareness!! As  I  believe  that   suppressing   and  spoiling   the  woman,  is,  in  fact,  deforming  and  trivializing  the  core   meaning   of  human  life,  so   much  foolishness  in   approaching  the  beauty  and   love,  is  in  no  way  acceptable.

It goes   without   saying  that   no  human   society   can   succeed  in   obtaining  the  appropriate  principles(  which  undoubtedly  are  very  decisive  in  leading   a   society  to   the   right  paths  of   understanding   and  recognition)  without   giving  the   main   role   to  the   women   who   are   innately  apt  and   capable   of   stimulating  the   spirit   of  knowledge,  wisdom,  and  virtue  within   a  society and   leading  it  to  the   adequate  trends   in  the   way  of   formation  and  progress. Therefore ,     slighting   the   women  in  this  course, means  choosing  the  difficult   way  of  understanding  and  planing  in  the  way   of   making   the   basic  platforms  and  setting  the  outlines  in   an  even  ground;  and   it  is   too   obvious  which  such  a  choice  will  yield   to  nothing   more   than   some  rough,  odd, awkward, and  complicated  achievements,  as   the  history   of   nations  has   evidently   proved  the   fact   that   societies  in  which   women   are  confined,  restricted   and   unfortunately  disparaged,  has  never  ever   been   able   to   set   the   outlines   of   their   lives  on   an   even   ground,  on   which  consistency , cohesion,  and   flexibility  as   the   main   elements   in  the   course   of  performing   the   plans   and   approaching   the  goals,  are   created.

Iranian  women   as   one   of   the   most   meritorious  and  recipients   women   in  the   world   has   always   been   obliged   to   undergo   undesirable   conditions  which  has  been   imposed  on  them  due   to  the   frequent   social   changes  which   has   been  creating  complicated  circumstances   in   which   no   share  and   role   has   been   assigned   to   them   but   the   share   of   loneliness,  solitude   and  of course   the  role   of  mere  Cooks  and   beautiful   slaves!!

Thirty  years   ago  an  untimely   revolution  which   actually   was   the   most  destructive  event   through   the   history   of   Iran , imposed   many  unwanted  changes   on  Iranian society.  That  destroying   revolution  which   happened    under  God’s  name,  put   the   Iranian   women   in  a  really   awful   situation;  they   were  encaged  and   restricted   almost   in   all   aspects   of   their  lives. As   a  matter   of   course   a   very   sensitive   creature   like   women  needs   the   freedom   to   get   matured  and   sifted   in   soul   and   mind;  in  other   words,  freedom  is   the   food   of    woman’s   soul   and  mind,  as   her   innate   nature   is in  fact    of   a   very  pure   and  genuine  nature   which   will  just  be   nourished  in   an   atmosphere  of   freedom   and   honour.  So,  the  Islamic   revolution  which   had  no     certain   and   defined  role   and   place   for   the  Iranian   women   within  its  plans,  verged   them  to    the   descending  way  of   regression   and  diminishing  in  all   respects   of   their   lives.

According  to   the   contemptuous  Islamic   rules   and   regulations,  freedom  of   women   will  expose   them   to   the  risk  of   obscenity  and   degeneration!!  And   consequently   an  obscene   and   degenerated   woman   will  be  a   great   threat   to  the   morality  of   her  society!!  According  to  the   degrading  Islamic   rules  and   regulations,  knowledge  can  be   a   dangerous   tool  in   the   hands   of   women  as   they   are   easy  and   soft   creatures   who   do  not   have   any   virtual   control   over   themselves!!  That   they   are   not  able   to   control   their  passion  and   thus   they   should   not   be   allowed   to   acquire   knowledge  in   a   high   rate!!  And   according   to  many   other   Islamic   rules  and   regulation,  in  general,   women   are   considered  as  innately  unfaithful  and   relatively  short  in  mind  creatures  who   should   be   kept   at   home   and   just   follow   the  men   who   are  known   as   their   absolute  masters!!

Therefore   Iranian   women   who   had   already- to  some   degrees-  experienced  living  in   a   free   society   under  the   previous   regime,  were  pitched   into   the   turmoil  of  radical   and   blind   social   changes   which   were   taking   place   under  the   name   of   God   and   goodness,  and   had   no   plan   for   them   but   the   degrading  and   diminishing   plan  of   confining   them  by   the   way  of   imposing  the   unfair,  rigid,  arid   and injustice   Islamic  have  tos    and   do  not   have  tos,   on  them.  By  this   way,  Iranian   women   who  beyond   doubt   were   the  most   capable   part  of  our   society   were  pushed  into   the   darkness   of   bias   and   oppression.

To   avoid   the   repetition,  I  would   rather   to   go  on   with  the  harmful   consequences   of   degrading   the  women   in  Iran,  instead   of    describing   what   happened  to   them  in   unnecessary  details. I  have   often   thought  about   it  in  order  to  find  words   which can   exhaustively  define  the  philosophy   which   reproach   the   woman  in  the   most  outrageous   manner  of   approaching  the  woman, this  essence  of  life   and   absolute  beauty   and   charm;  So,  I  have  come  up  with  words   ” barbarous”  and  “sinister”  which  are  definitely   the   most  adequate  words  to  define   the  nasty  and   inhuman   philosophy   which   describe   the   woman  as  a  potential   threat   to  social  morality,  in  case   of  obtaining   the   freedom  and  acquiring   the  knowledge!!  Thereby,  this  barbarous   and  sinister   religious   philosophy  which   back   to   Thirty   years   ago  began   to  destroy the   Iranian  women  in  different  inhuman  ways.  has   unfortunately   left   an   enormously   negative  effect   on   the   personality  of   Iranian   women,  and   consequently   has  caused    a  great  failure  in  the   integrity and conformity  of  beliefs  in  Iranian  society .

It  is   too   evident   that   an   uneducated  woman  who  has  been   deprived   of   freely   socialising   with   her   society  as   well,  never  ever  can   get   matured  and  capable   of   participating   in  social   affairs.  It  is  undeniable   that  the   capacities  of   woman  is  much   more   than   man  in  all   respects,  as   she   is   an  absolutely   creative   creature   who   is  privileged  by   a   fine and  subtle   wit  which   seems   much  more   natural   and   viable  than  the   wit   of   man;  but   the   thing   is   that  if     woman  is   confined  and  restricted   in  a   manner  of   disparagement  and  humiliation, she   will  turned   to   a  neutral  creature  with   no  distinctive   quality   and  delicacy.  And   so,  she  will   become -to  some   degrees-  talkative,  insolent,   and  haughty  in  nature   and   behaviour.

Thereby,  the  Iranian   women   were   the  first  and   greatest   victims  of  Islamic   revolution.  Astute  and  satanic  Mullahs  who   had  no   intention  other  than  the   intention  of  ruling,  were  absolutely  aware    of   the  emotional  and   psychological  role   of  Iranian   women  in  their   society  and  of  course  their  influential  presence  in  the  dangerous  events,  as  these  sly  mullahs   who  are  the  masters   of  social  sciences, had  used  the  women, in  a   very  deliberate  social  and   psychological  manner,  as   a  very  effective   tool  in  toppling  the  previous   regime. Thus  as  part  of  an  exhaustive  plan   to   control  the  Iranian  people,  controlling  the  women  was  the  regime’s  first   priority  in   that   sinister  plan. So,  applying  the   defunct  and  barbarous  religious  rules  and  regulations  to   that  inhuman   plan,  was   in  fact  a  heavy   blow   to  the  confidence   of  Iranian  women   and   of course   the   whole   Iranian  society;  as  it  was   actually   the  beginning  point  of  transforming  a  viable  society  into   a  bleating  and  bleak  one. I  may  be  allowed   to   say   that   Iranian  women’s  soul   and   dignity   were   skewed   and   looted,  as  the   so-called  gracious   God,  Islam,  and   alien  Mullahs  denied   their   existence  by  repressing  them  by   a   ridiculous   value   system  which  grievously  gave  an  indefinite   halt  to  their  unique  intuitive  wisdom  and  instinctual  self-confidence  which   along   with  acquiring   the   knowledge  via  a   free   and   equal  system  of   education, could  undoubtedly   be  used  as  a   strong   and   instructive   element  to  make  a  very  great  Iran,  since  the time   and   situations   were  so  fertile  and  ready  at  that   period.

Qur,an,   Surah  An-Nisa( the  women):  “  if  any  of  your   women  are  guilty  of  lewdness,  take   the   evidence   of  Four  witnesses  from  amongst  you  against   them;  and   if  they   testify,  confine  them  to  houses  until   death  do   claim   them,  or  Allah   ordain  for  them  some   other  way”    “  if   two   men  among   you   are  guilty   of    lewdness ,  punish  them  both. If   they  repent  and  amend,  leave   them   alone;  for   Allah  is  Oft-returning, Most Merciful.”  It   is   too  evident  that   any  kind  of    philosophy,  derived   from  such   an  unfair   attitude  towards  woman,    will  just   be  enough  irrational  and   inhuman  to  diminish  the  woman  to   a  creature   who    must   be   considered  and     approached  as   the   property  of   man!!   Is    woman   not a  human being? Is   she   not  as  eligible  as  man for   receiving  the  mercy  and   forgive ness  form  her  so-called  “oft-retuning, Most  merciful  God”  in  case  of  committing  an  error?!!  Why  must   she  be  confined   to  house  until  death  do   claim  her?!!  It  is  so  inhuman  to  use   word “confinement”  about   the  woman  who  is  the   soul  of  freedom  and   salvation  on  the  earth;  who  is   the  genuine    definition  of  peace   and  wisdom.

It  goes  without   saying  that  such    contemptuous  attitudes   towards  women  will   never  ever   recognise  them   as  the  certain  and   independent  human  beings.  In  a  ludicrous  comparison, the   devilish   Mullahs   has   been   trying  to   justify  the   so-called   worthy   Islamic  attitudes  towards  women:  “  women  in   west   got  the  freedom  in  all   aspects  of  their  lives,  but   they  are  obscene   and   degenerated  poor   things!!  They   are   some   dolls  who   are   used   in  inhuman   ways   to   make  money!!  They   are  business   tools!!  They  will  go   to   hell!!  God  never   forgive   them!!”  It  is   really  ridiculous  to  ignore  the   enormous  progress  of   West  in  obtaining  the  knowledge   and   wisdom   which   has  led  the   people   to  a  creative  and  instructive  observation  on  their  lives;  and  in  a  sophism manner  trying   to   justify  the   inhuman  religious  beliefs , which  in  fact   are  abusive  and  injustice  to women,  as  the  divine and  elevating   values. To  my  knowledge,  in   no  obscene  and   degenerated  human  society, no  knowledge  can  be  acquired  and   no  remarkable   goal   can  be   achieved;  as   I  believe  knowledge  and  wisdom  are  obtained  by   the  sifted  minds  and  elevated   souls. So,  this   simple   logic  can  make  every thing  clear  in  this issue;  as  the  women’s  general  situation  in   the  West  manifest – regardless  to  some  defects  and   failures   which can  be  found  in  any  human  society- their   effective  roles  in  all  aspects  of  life   in  their  societies;  the  role  which   they  have  made  a  great  effort  to  get  it  and   of course  have  made  a  greater   effort  to  perform  it . So  enthusiastic  and  eligible, as  intuitive ,  spontaneous  and  inspiring  that   the  majority  of   Western   women  are,  no rational  philosophy  and  logic   deny  the  effects  of  freedom  and  knowledge  on  their   developed  characters.

Nowadays,  what Iranian  women  have   been   given   by  a  fake   God,  a  defunct    philosophy ,  derived  from  a  rough  religion,   and  some  actually  infidel   Mullahs,    is   a  bitter   sense  of  aridness voidness  and  infertility   in  their   minds   and  souls.    Nowadays   those   beautiful   souls   and   minds   which   had  to  be   polished  and   enriched  to   give   a  new  sense   and  meaning  to  the  long-forgotten   Iranian    genuine   culture  and   civilization,   are   tangled  in  an  obscure   challenge   to   get   rid   of  the   darkness  and   bias  which  have  created  for  them  by  some  opportunistic   Mullahs. Nowadays   Iranians  are  regretting  the   wasted   times which  passed   through  darkness,  while  the   glowing   light   of   women’s  wit  and  merit  could   aptly   lead  them  to  the  other   way, had  they   been  recognised  in   a  just  and   human  way.  Nowadays   those   withered   lilies   and   jasmines  have   come to   this  thoughtful   point , that  obscenity  is   the   disgusting  product  of  restriction   and  oppression ,  not  the  product  of   freedom ;  that  it  is   the   darkness   and   folly  attitudes   which  lead   the  women  to   the   denigrating    ways   of   devaluation   and  ignorance,   not   the  light  way  of   knowledge   , wisdom and  honour   which   lead  the   women to   no  destination   but   the   illuminated   destination   of  a   rational  and  elevated   virtue  which  is   the   sublime   conception  of   human life.

”the sun was dead and no one knew that the sad dove which escaped from hearts was Faith”

South east of Iran, the land of  infertile  moments, the land of sadness and poignant human challenges with the nature and injustice, the land of remoteness and dark sorrow, the land of sand, wind, lizard and black scorpions, was the place which I was destined to live two years of my life in its boiling days and its freezing nights as a soldier. Sistan and Baluchistan the southeastern province of Iran, neighbouring with Afghanistan and Pakistan, has always been really a bad lot for any 18 year-old male Iranians who must serve two years in one of the military forces as a mandatory duty in accordance with the rules and regulations. As a relatively adventurous person I was not that worried about my unfortunate lot which was going to send me to the most dangerous place in Iran; but my family were obviously worried about that, especially my father who had previously been working as a lorry driver in that area for One and half a year; but there was no way to escape from the destiny and thus I had to go to add another challenge to my thoroughly challenging life.

Zabol, a really awful and tiny city, located in the middle of a mean and dark desert which is enough generous to yield to nothing but wind, sand, and ugly Lizards and fatal black scorpions, as the remotest place in the province of Sistan and Baluchistan which I was sent to for a Three-months training course. It was in the middle of a very furious and cold Autumn, the wind and sand were decidedly to welcome us to the region as good as they could! So they were lashing onto the body of the dilapidated bus which in fact was moving on the road like a desperate Turtle, tracking the smell of water and sea. Some of my fellow soldiers where sleeping, some of them were chatting, regardless to the wind and sand which were furiously intended to show off their dominating existence in the region. The wind, twisting and whistling, was obviously to stimulate every single grain of sand to participate in its illusive dance, while the mean and small bushes were desperately trying to save themselves of being uprooted by the tyrannic wind.

it was 4pm that the dilapidated bus stopped in front of a so called restaurant which were much more similar to a deserted stable. It was just hunger which could make me to accept that dirty and strange place as a restaurant. An old and shaggy man as the chef was enough disgusting to make me forget all about hunger and eating; it was the same for the other fellow soldiers who would rather to buy some biscuits from the Small neighbouring shop instead of taking the great risk of eating in that odd restaurant which in fact was a place for the lizards to make a fabulous show of their incredible skills in hunting the various flies which were abundantly moving on the dirty walls of that so- called restaurant.

” just Four hours more , dear little soldiers, then we will be in Zabol, so do not be worried, just keep chatting” He was the bus driver who indirectly was trying to encourage the little soldiers who were obviously effected by the hallucinative   atmosphere of the region. dilapidated bus, completely covered by dust, was again on the road, compelled to move and barely moaning like an old turtle , wandered in the middle of a dark desert, desperate and frustrated with itself and its destiny. It was apparently calmness which was drawn on the faces of my fellow soldiers; but the truth was something else; it was the fear, the uncertainty, the unknown horror, the ambiguous hesitation, the vulnerability, the bewilderment which we have been undergoing as a result of living in a society in which religion as a denigrating tool has been painfully succeeded to constitute a fatal failure in our observations and recognition. It was obviously an unknown and intricate fear which was going to make the youth and braveness faded away on the faces of my fellow soldiers. a sense of being lost , seemed to me a much more accurate expression than a fear of being exposed to a physical hurt, to explain what was going on in the minds of my fellow soldiers.

The dilapidated bus, quite adverse to its driver,s promise , was not able to get us to the awful city of Zabol before 11pm. It was almost impossible to see the city through the dusty bus’ windows. So, the young soldiers , mute and tired, unwillingly were trying to get up in order to see the first aspects of the city through the bus’   windscreen, but it also was not so effective as the twisting wind -which was still on its rampage, had made an obscure and milky scene before the bus which its dim headlights were barely able to help the driver to see just a few metres before the bus.

as we stepped out of the bus, It was the wind which was actually on its climax to welcome us as the newcomers , obliged to listen to its odd music which was sort of moaning and melancholic whispers. A few minutes later two sergeants turned up, one of them short and somewhat stout with a big mustache on his freckly face, the other one tall and slim with a thick black beard on his long face. the short one, all of a sadden, shouted while coming to us, obviously intended to show us how he would be serious in dealing with us as new soldiers : ”Hey, mother f****rs come here! come on wankers!” The soldiers, shocked by the insult, bored by the freezing wind, heads down, went to the large gate which the Two sergeants had already stood by. It was the bearded -long face who was going to show off his innate talent at applying the vulgarism language to welcoming us. So , he yelled at us: ” hey goats! keep your heads up, look at there- gesturing with his hand up towards the big sign over the gate.- All of a sadden all of us burst into laughter; it was a large and very funny painting, showing a bird, a big cockerel , laying eggs!! look at it carefully, it is a cockerel, but we made him to lay eggs! It means here in this barrack, we do not bear with cheeky boys like you; it means we will make you to lay eggs, like hens!!” ”Stand in a line.” It was the short and stout sergeant who shouted again, while kicking the young boys as if they were really some animals that should necessarily be kicked to move towards their folds.

As we entered the wast barrack  under the outrageous treatment of the Two sergeants, a row of huge buildings caught my eyes; they were very similar to that stable-like restaurant -which was in fact a cosy place for the lizards. A few minutes later we were standing in front of the one of those huge buildings; a floodlight, surrounded by strange and big flies, had illuminated the wooden entrance door of the building; it was shining as if it had been polished a few hours ago. I found some sort of a very delicate art within the structure of that big and well-designed door. all of a sadden I felt a sharp pain on my back, – while I was thinking about the wood which had been used to make such a precious door-, and before realising what happened, I fell on the ground, a blinding pain let me know that it was my face which had touched the sandy ground , before my hands could be of any use. Half an hour later I was told of being kicked on the back by the short and stout sergeant.

The taste of blood in my mouth was much more boring than the cold wind which was mischievously trying to penetrate into the large building via its numerous small windows which most of them had no more than just a small piece of glass , clinging somewhere to their corners. My teeth were unharmed, it was what that I realised, while lying down on the bare and metallic bed. It was enough for me to forget about my swollen nose which certainly were going to give me a ridiculous feature for the next couple of days. As a result of laziness and undutifulness of the Two sergeants, we had to sleep on the bare and metallic beds without even a blanket over the night.

I was in the middle of an awful dream that a shrill sound woke me up. All the lights were turned on. My tired eyes were barely able to see an obscure human-shape, standing in the middle of the dormitory; as the shrill sound echoed in the cold air for the second time, my tired eyes was obliged to see a real bulk, dressed awkwardly in a full-green colour uniform, and wore a pair of black boots which were undoubtedly of the biggest size which I had ever seen before. It was enough frightening to prevent me of making an imagination of consequences of being kicked by those awful boots. ” stand up. stand up” he shouted, as he was moving his bulk towards me; I pulled myself together abruptly as I knew it would be too much for me to receive the Second kick in just a few hours. there was a fluttering in the dormitory, and then an absolute silence, stretched on the sleepy, tired, and withered young faces which were obviously afraid of being insulted again. The bulky sergeant, with a shaggy and round head which with Two big eyes was very similar to the head of a young and sturdy calf, looked at the sleepy faces while he was walking on the concrete floor with a great care to tread every single grain of sand – which were actually swept in by the wind, in order to make a cracking sound, and perhaps giving a charismatic air to his awkwardly big body. It was his shrill voice – which adverse to his bulk, was not so frightening, that echoed in the silence of dormitory, asking the soldiers to become ready for Namaz( prayer). He added: from now on you must get up at 3:30 am to say the morning prayer.

So suffocating, as hypocritical that was that first prayer in that awful garrison, that I had no reason not to feel a great hatred towards whatever was branded with the name of God and religion. Although I knew that my hatred was somehow blind and irrational, but I had enough knowledge to relatively justify my hatred and getting out of the negative effects of that intricate and somewhat poignant feeling. I, as a teenager, crazy with books, reading and understanding, had begun to read various books when I was just Ten. ” Twenty Four hours between sleep and wakefulness” was the first book that I read. It was a very bitter story ; a story of homelessness, wandering, and poverty. As the first child of a populated and poor family and familiar with poverty, I cried for hours for the poor teenager in that story. That book left a great and seminal effect on my personality, observation and existence. The final scene of that book remained in my mind for ever: The poor and homeless teenager, hungry, frustrated and absolutely worn-out as a result of walking for hours aimlessly in the streets, came across a toy shop, looking at the expensive toys through the shop’s window and watching garish people who were paying a fortune for a small toy; meanwhile a machine-gun caught his eyes , a big and beautiful one; and all of a sadden he wished that machine-gun was a real one, so that he could break the shop’s window and would take the machine-gun and shoot at all those rich and garish people; but at the end of his imagination he came to this beautiful conclusion that no machine-gun can be the right tool for getting rid of homelessness and poverty. It was in fact the first beautiful and rational philosophy which I learnt and from then on a surge of devotion for knowledge made me involved in a serious challenge to understand more and more.

Back to the dormitory, we were told to stand beside our beds to receive our khaki uniforms and leather boots. Meanwhile an officer, dressed in a different uniform with those of Three sergeants which we had already seen, came in. His blue and tidy uniform plus his meticulously polished boots and Three golden stars on his square shoulders ,made me sure that there would not be an other show of vulgarism and insulting to watch; as in fact he was one of the members of police organisation belong to the previous regime which had recently been combined with one of the most notorious police organisations in the world, which was known as the Committee of Islamic Revolution and had been established by the Imam Khomeini just a few days after the victory of revolution. He stopped walking, right in the middle of the vast and cold dormitory, looking up at the ceiling for a few seconds, then, down round the numerous and almost broken and open windows and finally uttered a sentence, while obviously avoiding eye-contact with the young soldiers: ” my sons, welcome to your house; this place is going to be your house for a while, so try to get used to it as soon as possible” promising to come back again in a few hours to sort out the other problems, he left us alone with the Three sergeants who were actually the members of the previously police organisation , known as Committee of Islamic revolution which its members had been intentionally chosen from between the crudest and cruellest bullies in order to deliberately suppress the people via a dirty way of psychological denigration and contemptuous treatment.

” put whatever you have brought with yourselves on your beds; move your asses, wankers” It was the bulky sergeant, with the calf-like head, who issued this order. It was actually the fear which made the young soldiers to put their luggage on their beds in a flash, and standing beside their beds like stony statues. As the other Two sergeants- the stout one with his freckly face and the tall one with his long and bearded face- were searching through the pile of luggage on the beds, the bulky sergeant came to me just to remind me that I was already a soldier and no soldier had the right of putting his hands in his pockets. He did it in the most possible outrageous manner by calling me son of a bitch; and then said to me ” well, let me see what you have in your bags” he just screamed as he opened my second bag which was full of books; and said to me: ” so, you are a fucking Christian ! Why did not you tell me when I asked you to become ready for Namaz(prayer)? why did you come to mosque with us? You fucking bastard! I will let you know!” I, puzzled, disturbed, teased and absolutely harassed replied: ” I am not a christian” Shut your dirty mouth! He replied furiously while he was turning the pages of the book in his hands. ” you got Bible and Two other books about Jesus Christ in your bag and yet telling me that you are not a christian” He added in a sarcastic language; and before I could add any more word to explain the matter, it was his wide and heavy hand which lashed on my already painful face . all of a sadden I felt blind as a sharp pain rushed from my swollen nose up to my brain; and then it was blood, warm and dark, running down on my white jacket. A pure sense of innocency, imparted by my blood, was circulating in every atom of my body; so, I was feeling free , light, and multiplied in existence, floating on the surface of current moments which seemed were patiently going to help me to ge to a rational and rich way of concluding my struggle, as I obviously could not sense any feeling of hatred towards that bulky and impolite sergeant.

”Why did he slap you so savagely?” It was one of my fellow soldiers who asked me this question while he was washing my face in the dirty and stinky toilet. The bleeding was not going to stop. ” the only way to stop it is keeping your head under this cold water for at least Ten minutes” my fellow soldier said. As I held my head under the cold water, my body began to shake and after a few minutes I felt faint as the bleeding seemed far more serious than I could imagine. I knew what would be the consequences of bleeding for me, as I had been suffering from a minor anaemia, so I tried to let my fellow soldier knows about my really threatening condition; but as I turned to him, his face became a distorted picture in my mind, before I could utter even a word. And it was not before Four hours later that I came to in the hospital to see myself laying down as motionless and mute as a real dead body. As I was trying to open my eyes, a dim figure, dressed fully in white, was approaching my bed; and seconds later I felt a strange warmth, so invigorating, as elevating and genuine that I could not accept that it had actually been a worldly feeling, inserting my body and my soul via a fleshy and beautiful hand. Then, I saw the owner of that warm and beautiful hand. She was an unbelievably beautiful woman; her thick and black eyebrows gave her an air of mythical beauty. Her big , black and shining eyes was so inspiring and hopeful which instantly caused me to forget what had happened to me. She looked at me on the eyes and then smiled and said ” thanks to God, you seem very well. A blood-vessel have been hurt and you have lost a lot of blood; but your body is very strong, so I think you will be fully recovered in a few days” then she added , while connecting another serum to my hand: ”There are here a sergeant and Two soldiers to take you back to the garrison, but I am not going to let them do so. You must stay here for at least Three days more.” It was just unbelievable for me to see the bulky sergeant standing in a few metres away from me with a pair of handcuff in his hand, in which I had been slapped with. The beautiful doctor turned to the sergeant, while her twisted thick eyebrows gave her face an absolute air of charisma, and said to him: ” he is my patient. He has lost a lot of blood. So, I do not allow you to take him so soon” the bulky sergeant, blushed and furious, replied: ” we think that he should be an anti-revolution; and the worse, an anti-Islam. So, If he escaped, you, surely would be held responsible for that” with an other twist of eyebrows, the beautiful doctor responded in an incisive tone: ” although what you are telling me is absolutely nonsensical, but I will take on the responsibility for this boy staying here, while showing the way out to the bulky sergeant who became embarrassed and was awkwardly trying to pull himself together” ”ok, I will leave, but these Two soldiers stay here to watch him around the clock!” said the bulky sergeant and left.

No wise man gets tempted to escape while in such a funny pyjamas; I said to one of the soldiers who had come follow me to the toilet, while looking at my pale face in the mirror. ” I am a soldier, and I do my duty. I am sorry for disturbing you” replied the soldier. seeing how the trace of bulky sergeant’s hand was imprinted on the right side of my face, was enough harrowing to cause a sadden and sharp pain in my nose; and then an intricate feeling occurred to me; an air of self-pitying was part of that intricate feeling which in fact was going to involve me into an other beautiful and seminal struggle. Although I was very young, but I was relatively capable of digesting my mental challenges in a reasonable manner. Finally I came up with this idea that taking on any kind of self-pity in the way of understanding would cause a great failure in the process of self-realization. So, I took it as a serious note which definitely could be effective in the way of shaping and formation of my personality and trends.

In the way back to my bed, I saw Two men, sitting on the wooden bench at the end of the narrow corridor . As I approached them, they turned to me. Their excessively confident faces with the short and meticulously trimmed beards, made me sure that they were members of Security  Service. All of a sadden I felt a sharp pain in my spine, while my heart was nearly going to let me down , as my already paralysed mind flashed back to remind me of how the only son of our neighbour in Shiraz had been taken away from his house by the Security Service’s agents and his dead body had been brought back to his totally crushed family after Two days. I, like a frightened sparrow, looking in the eyes of Two vipers, had just One desire left to think about: to be vanished! to be vanished! In a delirious tone, this word was echoing in a far distance, in a near distance, in somewhere, in nowhere of my mind. ”What is going on here? ”It was the pleasant sound which I had already recorded it in my mind. The beautiful doctor, just dashed to the end of the corridor, where the Two Security  Service’s agents now were standing up as their unbelievably intimidating eyes were going to switch into a professional look. As  the doctors’ presence had already given me a chance of taking a deep breath and pulling myself together, I looked at them more bravely than before I did through an absolutely obscure vision. In their similarities to viper, I had no reason to make any doubt as I could see no human attributes in their glowing eyes. Both of them were tall and slim and worn in dark jackets. One of them had a small and black cap on his big head which seemed to be a heavy burden to his slim body, and the other one had a big black spot right beside his nose which had given his face a strange smack of hypocrisy. ” we have to  take him right now” he was the one with the black cap on his head who let the beautiful doctor to know how he was serious in his request, as he imparted his intention in the most possible tone of confidence and certainty; and before the beautiful doctor could make an answer even in her mind to reply, the other one, raised his hand to stop her . ” so, please, please give me just twenty minutes to check his condition” the beautiful doctor said. ” OK, but just Ten minutes” replied one of them. As the beautiful doctor shut the door behind us, I saw an other Two viper-like men standing on the other side of the window; and It was actually why the Two viper-like men inside had not make any objection to closing the door by the doctor.

”listen” said the beautiful doctor as the agitation had made her fabulous face much more beautiful. ” I know what is your problem; I have been told about it. And I have already learnt a little about you; I found your diary in the breast-pocket of your jacket . you are a very promising writer. You have got a fantastic ability to observe and recognising on different issues, plus possessing a prose of a very high quality. I have read all your writings, so I think It had better I keep it with myself because the contents in your diary are of a nature which can give these people more excuses to put you in a real trouble. I have experienced facing with these strange and stony-face people during the time that I was studying in Tehran university; so, I advise you not to dispute with them over your beliefs. Just try to take on an apologetic and somewhat ignorant position against them. and above all, if you are not a member of any political party, I am sure you will get through this problem with your ability at reasoning and justification.” She handed me a blue bag, while telling me that my jacket was not washable and asking me to change my clothes. As I unzipped the blue bag and saw the clothes in it which were exactly of a pleasant correspondence with my taste, I felt a great sense of intimacy and attachment towards that fabulous woman who really was a genuine human being, privileged by a dual beauty, the beauty of inside and the beauty of outside.” my name is Zahra. I wish you the best of all. I wish to see you soon again.” She said so , while one of the Two agents were handcuffing me.

I had already been blindfolded when I was pushed into the car. Perhaps it was the blindfold which had given me a chance of concentrating on my mind to relatively find a rational answer for such a mischievous conduct which definitely could not  repose  on any kind of human rationality and consistency of mind. It seemed to me somehow strange to see myself being arrested by the most influential security organisation just for possessing some books which in fact had been inevitably chosen due to my serious intention of studying the world literature and knowing about the world which I did belong to. Honestly, I was not able to dispose the words in a cohesive way for getting to a relevant conclusion due the oddness of the issue.

” are you christian?’ this question was asked by the man who was sitting on the other side of the iron table which definitely had been the only witness of the most nonsensical and inhuman questions being asked in that dark and grave-like room. I was not able to see his face as the strong lamp which were hanged over the table was angled towards me. No, I am not a christian. I replied. ” you are lying like a Dog!” he responded. I, mused: Likening a human being to a dog in way of telling lies, is not so fair as a grateful and loyal animal like Dog never lies. ” I am not lying, sir” I answered. ” so, you are a Muslim! Ok. I am wondering if you make a virtue of necessity by reciting somethings from Quran” he said to me, in a mocking tone. I, immediately, began to recite from different chapters of Quran and ended with adding that Quran encourages human beings to look for knowledge in every corner of the universe. An absolute silence occurred for a few seconds. and then in a different tone he said: ” and else?” , I continued: – while aware of consequences of applying my own opinions to my responses in a critical way, on the final decision which was going to be made about me-, ” the essence of Quran and Islam is based on wisdom through a metaphysical philosophy” , and again I concluded with adding an other thoughtful religious quotation : ” search for knowledge and wisdom from cradle to grave”, thereby, I was trying to indirectly justify my ardent passion for reading books in general, and in particular for books about Christianity and Jesus. The next question that was asked by him, left no doubt for me that he was one the most elite interrogators in its own kind: ”what do you mean by telling THE ESSENCE OF QURAN AND ISLAM?” I , suddenly, realised that I had gone a little too far with my explanations, by forgetting the doctor’s advice on the necessity of performing an ignorant personality against these viper-like people. So, I had to compensate for my failure in being ignorant; thus I answered : ” I mean every thing in Islam is OK!”

” you know, you are an unlucky boy just because of being a Muslim in this case as you have already proved it to me. You know, being a Muslim and reading such books which you can not deny the meticulousness that you have applied to your notes on them in your notepad, means that you have already adopted the new belief, I mean you are a converted and surely you have an intention of transferring your opinions to others. Yes, it is a very nasty intention which surely you will pay for it; yes you will pay a very high price for it!” the weight which he put on HIGH PRICE , honestly caused a very terrible tingle in all my cells. ” Last temptation of Christ- Recrucified Jesus- The philosophy of Christianity and the Bible, these books plus your digests on them on your notepad are obvious proofs which will leave no room to make any doubt that you do not believe in Islam no longer.” I, in a stammering tone asked him for being allowed to give the relevant explanations on my books and my intention of reading them. In a jeering tone, he said: ” OK! OK! Let me know! Fill me in” I , still struggling to over come my stammering tongue, said to him : ” I have chosen these books just because of their writer who is one of the greatest writers in the world. You know , Sir, I am interested in writing ; so, I have to know the elites in this issue. Therefor the Greek writer , Nikos Kazantzakis as a writer who possessed a  specific style of writing is one of my favorite ones as I think studying his books can be of a great and beneficial help for me in the way of learning the clues and tricks of writing. This time, in amazingly a solemn tone , he said: ” is he just a religious writer?” I, unhappy with his tone! Replied: ” no sir, he was a philosopher, and a poet as well; but from my point of view his works on Christianity and Jesus are his unique works.” This time in a conclusive tone, he said to me: ” listen, you cockerel are trying to make the piss out of me; you have intentionally gathered these books as it is obvious that you have been looking for the philosophy of Christianity rather than of having been interested in reading the works of an specific writer. Therefore, I am going to send to the hell, where you will be privileged to associate with Jesus and the Greek writer; so that, you can learn all the clues and tricks of writing and of course you will learn a lot about the Christianity in a very practical way! Adding to this, that you have got an other book which is a forbidden book in this country, I have no reason not to believe that you can be a very harmful creature for this country and of course for the Islam.

”Looking for an other philosophy as a young Muslim boy through an other religion means you have already made an opposing idea in your mind towards Islam and of course Islamic regime. You have written in your notepad that we can live an ethic life even without God. Do you know what a sinister idea is that? That is sheer BLASPHEMY! Yes, you rubbish are even against GOD! No human being can live an ethic life without religion and God; but you rubbish boy have a nasty intention of imparting such BLASPHEMOUS opinions to the others.” He said so; and adjusted the lamp hanging over the table in order to let me see him. I , already passed out by hearing such awful accusations, was not that willing to see his face. Fortunately his hidden eyes behind a wide sunglasses were not able to bug me in a psychological way. The reflection of light on his sunglasses was leaving an strange and frightening effect on my mind as I knew that my life could be easily attached to an infinite darkness. Now I could see his hands which due to my delirious frame of mind, seemed to me unusually big and frightening. He banged his hand on the table and said: ” how did you get this book? ” while pushing the book towards me. The white pig on the book’s cover was looking at me in a pose as if he was going to answer instead of me. I answered : ” in the basement  of a house. a deserted house , belongs to some people who had left the country at the time of revolution. My father’s lorry was hired by the  man who had bought that house, so I went there by my father and there I came upon this book” He pulled the book back and said: ” You are lying like a Dog!” It was for the second time that that arrogant  human being made me to regret for hearing a dog to have compared in such an unfair way with human being as really a Dog is the beautiful symbol of honesty and gratitude. ” Animal Farm! Animal Farm!” he read out the title of book in a very furious tone, and then added : ” You rubbish, have written in your notepad which this book undoubtedly is an adaptation of all the known revolutions in the world. How dare you to express such dirty opinions while you are living in a sacred country which is ruled over by the God and his virtuous servants who have dedicated  themselves to the country and people? As a matter of course, I am under no illusion that you must be a member of an anti-Islam and opposing group of daydreamers who think the Islamic regime will be toppled by your ridiculous opinions. Now, you have Two choices: first : like a son of human being tell me which group are you working for, and the second: keep making me fool with your articulate answers; although I do not believe that either way will make that difference in my final decision about you rubbish infidel.” I, stunned and mute, was trying to understand the meaning of one of his phrases, ” like a son of human being” while I had previously been compared to a Dog in way of telling lies; but honestly at those agonizing moments I would sooner to have been asked t go on with the  rest of interrogation like a son of Dog; free of hypocrisy, and human considerations, as I was not able to perceive any kind of attribute related to humanity in  those  awful  moments.

” I will let you know! I will let you know!” he said to me in a malicious tone while leaving the cell. Absolute darkness. Deadly silence. Frozen moments. I was feeling cold. I was feeling hot. As a young boy it was too much for me to cope with, as I knew in such cases there would be a low possibility of getting rid of the satanic attitude that had been the main reason of exercising the power and hegemony in an exhaustive manner for a long time. suppressing any kind of expression which should be a suggestive of opposing trends, had been the destructive policy of the amazingly intelligent group of rulers, ruling over Iran. Branding the youths as ANTI-REVOLUTION( as they consider the revolution as a divine gift, and as sacred as God himself; so any adverse opinion to the principles of revolution is considered as confrontation with God), and killing them with the absolutely inhuman intention of escalating the horror between the families in order to make them to prevent their youths from being involved in political issues, had been the horrible manner of Islamic regime in controlling the people.

It was the darkness which had already begun to insinuate a bitter sense of defencelessness and obliviousness in my confused mind. I was feeling an intricate sadness through every word which was shattered as soon as it had been shaped in my mind, before being able to get  its content. The multitude of different thoughts with different contents were just rushing out of my mind as if they were trying to save themselves from being destroyed in those infertile moments which were going to impart a sense of giving the hope of survival up. All of a sudden I burst into a hysterical laughter and then cry; and it was enough revealing to let me know that in fact the real and bitter death of a marvelous creature like human being was just cowardliness and humiliation. Thereby, the miraculous function of moments in yielding to everlasting values, acted rightly upon my mind and helped me to pull myself together and brace my mind and my soul to encounter with whatever which was to happen next, trough a much more honourable attitude.

A meager thread of light which was lazily trying to penetrate into the absolute darkness of the cell, made me aware of the presence of my interrogator in the cell for the second time. As soon as he closed the door behind him , the hanging light over the table was turned on. As a result of a sudden change in my morale, this time I really was not that worried about whatever which he was going to tell me. After adjusting the light, he sat on the chair which its cracking legs let me know that the person sitting on it, was an overweight one. A short piece of a thick and black cable was slowly pushed forward on the table by the hand which did not seem to my sight as big as it had seemed to my frightened eyes at the first time. He, growled at me, perhaps to break down the self-confidence that I had already obtained by undergoing an emotional challenge( which probably had been imparted to him via my indifferent attitude to his presence in the cell) ”listen bastard , right now you have to tell me, in full details, understood? In full details, I mean thoroughly, whatever you know about the group or party which you have been working for; otherwise I will not hesitate to make you talk in my own way” the weight that he put on MY OWN WAY and simultaneously grasping the short, thick, and black cable which was lain on the table like a frozen snake, left no doubt for me that I would be exposed to an other experiencing of pain. I replied, in a relatively confident tone: ” I am not a member of any group or party; and as I have already told you, the books which I have chosen to read are in fact the ones which I have to read as they are the fine examples which are representers of different writers and different cultures. To this, I have to add that I have already prepared a long list of all the elite writers form all over the world with no intention other than the intention of learning about my world and of course to satisfy my thirsty soul for knowledge and wisdom. As a matter of course, a writer must necessarily get the right command on all branches of human sciences, from philosophy to religion and to the most ordinary human customs and beliefs. So, reading a book, written by an enormously skillful Greek writer which is a fantastic revision on Christianity and Jesus, surely, surely, can be of a great assistance in the way of learning and acquiring the clues on the ways of expanding the ability of observation and recognition. As to the Animal Farm, as a masterpiece of the world’s literature and its genuine and great writer with that specific style of writing and applying imagination and a very bitter humour to his great works, I, really , have had no desire other than the soul-elevating desire of learning. Adding to this that I as the first child of a poor and populated family that its only breadwinner is my small but vigorous father who barely have been able to provide us with butter and bread, used to work after school and at summer holidays to earn some money just to buy my desired books as I knew my father would never afford to pay the awful expenses of sending me to the university. Now I am absolutely puzzled to understand why I have to be kicked on the ass, why I have to be slapped on head, why I have to be punched on the nose, and above all, why I have to be arrested by the Security Service?!!” as I finished with my explanations, he moved his bulk towards the door, and a few seconds later an other agent crept his bulk in. The newcomer unlocked the handcuff on my hands and instantly and before I could realise how, he banged my body on the iron-table as if I was a sack of potatoes! ” talk, just talk, and tell me the name of people who you have been working for, otherwise! otherwise I will kill you right know,” and as I repeated my previous answer, the thick, short and black cable lashed blindly onto my back, and a few seconds later I was far beyond the pain as my already weakened body had become so tender which really was not able to stand being beaten so hard and savagely.

A freezing bucket of water had already made me sure that I was still alive, as one of the two agents were trying to keep my head up. ” listen bastard!” he said, while holding my chin between his strong fingers in a way as if he was going to pull it off my face. ” either you talk or not, tomorrow we will receive your records, and now, I assure you! I assure you! I, will send you to the hell, as I , promised you previously! Yes! I, will send you to the hell just to help you to be associated with all famous infidels and above all with the Jesus, the Greek writer and all the other elite writers,” then, they were gone; and I was left alone with the darkness and silence of my cell which strangely seemed to me as a place out of time and current moments. It did not take me more than a couple of seconds to realise that my hands were in fact tied from behind to the chair which I was sitting on. I was so tired; I wished to sleep ; I wished to lay down and put my face on the floor, in order to feel the earth and getting rid of the heavy responsibilities of a living creature and to be pulled into the focus of gravity in the heart of the earth. As my body was getting cold, the pain began to surge in all my cells. My wet cloths had already doubled the irritating pain of my wounds, constituted by that awful piece of Cable and it was really going to make me feel absolutely desperate. All of a sudden a killing desire for the water made me aware of my intensive thirst which in fact had been forgotten as a material need in the frenzy of inner struggles. As the thirst and pain were allied to take me to the climax of a melancholic exasperation, my nerves came, timely, to help me by giving a halt to sending the maddening impulses to my brain; so the numbness followed by a delirious sleep which yield to a horrible but thoughtful dream: ” I saw myself, wandered in the middle a very hot desert, running like a frightened Dog, towards an unknown destination. ”Steps. Steps. horror. horror. Mirage. Just keep running; do not look back. You would not see any butterfly in this hell! Steps! Steps! getting closer ,going away!” A voice was telling me. far, far away, close, very close, a Shack, a wooden, or perhaps an earthen Shack was looming. I quickened my paces. The Shack, moving over the mirage, rather a boat; the mirage, retreating in a way as if to nowhere, rushing forward in a way as if to no target, rather a wave in the middle of a vast ocean . ” no butterfly in this hell! keep running! Lizards! Lizards! They are getting closer! They are getting closer!” the voice was telling me again. It is true! It is true! I cried as a certain figure was enlarging through my vague sight; a man, an old one, dressed in white loose cloths, his long beard, grey and tidy, poured down almost on his belly. He waved me, and instantly uttered: ” hey! hey! wandered! to where, are you running so fast?” and a few moments later I was standing in front of him, gasping like a thirsty dog, while trying to utter something as an answer. ” I, I am looking for a butterfly” I answered. He, taking on a look of sagacity, and shrewdness, looked at me, straight on the eyes, and then exclaimed: ” here?! In this bare desert?! Butterfly?! In a garden, in a green place and in the growing season one should get tempted to look for a butterfly. Come. Come with me. The thirst must be eased off before it burns your brain”

The world Inside the wooden shack was absolutely different with the boiling world outside. It was cool and pleasant. opposite the door, there were a remarkable number of books, setting on each other in a way that looked like a tower. A small wooden – table with an open scroll on it- which was accompanied by Two small stools, was perfectly a suggestive of a pure sagacity and intellectuality. As soon as I sat on one of the stools, he handed me an earthen – jug of cool water. ” never, ever rush in getting rid of thirst” he said, as I , instantly, held the jug between my hands. As the thirst was eased off, I came to his fantastic point; it was in fact a great and thoughtful philosophy; as thirst , in a metaphorical point of view, is the beginning point of an instructive challenge in the process of getting involved in the beautiful struggles for knowledge  and realization. ” well, young man, lucky young man, you could have been eaten by those giant Lizards in this desert; but you are still alive and surely able to let me know why have you been wandered in this desert?” he said, while his glowing eyes were going to burn me into ashes of regret and sorrow for the real love and altitude of genuine human values. ” I am escaping” I said in a lamentable tone. ” from who? from where?” he said ,as his eyes seemed to me as an everlasting origin of light and brightness. ”I do not know from who or from where;I am just escaping. I said so and felt an ambiguous constraint somewhere behind my mind. ”listen” he said ” no human being can escape to no where, we are prisoners, we are the victims of stupidity and ambiguity; yes my dear, we are intricate beings , tangled with a lofty philosophy in which there is no way to certainty and clearness. Thereby, we had better to take on an alternative way of approaching the life and its inevitable rules. So, I think, to define the word ”escape”, we need to avoid of its literal existence as we really are not enough   able   to adopt  it  in a practical manner.” As I was finished with the drinking of the remaining water in the earthen-jug he was vanished as if he had not been there at all. I, frightened to death, laboured to put my body on my legs; and before I could repose on my mind to know what to do, the books, the tower of books, started to burn. I could see the words, the certain words, which were fluttering towards the ceiling. And all of a sudden the burning books turned to a fountain of blood, surging up and falling down as the words, the certain words, seen and unseen, were bobbling in a way as if they were intended to save themselves of being dissolved in the blood. As the fountain of blood changed to its previous form of a burning tower, I saw Two groups of words, right on the face of the fire, trying to stand beside each other to impart something; and as they succeeded in getting to a relatively parallel situation I read Two sentences: ”death is an eternal agony!!” and ” death is freedom” and a few moments later I was running to escape from the desert to the people, or perhaps from nowhere to nowhere!! I was running. I was crying. I was laughing. I was singing; and the sinister utterance of ” death is an eternal agony” were echoing all over the desert in a deafening tone. No butterfly can be found in this desert…………. we are prisoners………

Four days later a miracle, a real miracle happened. I was informed of being released in a few hours. Adverse to my optimistic view towards any single phenomenon in life, I did not felt any kind of authenticity in that news, as I had never heard of anyone who would have been released in case of being arrested by Scurity Service. As an absolutely inhuman procedure, killing and destroying , had been the terrible manner of dealing with oppositions, within the awful principles of the horrible Islamic regime of Iran. Thus, although, it was true that I was not a significant person, and above all, that I had not been involved in no kind of political activities against regime, but I, as a person born, and brought up in that God-forgotten country, knew that many people, young, very young people had been destroyed through that sinister policy. By that time I had already studied the chronicles of all the events which had constituted the circumstances within Two specific periods: The time of Shah and before the revolution and the time of Islamic regime and after the revolution. So, as far as I knew , almost all of the significant figures of the Islamic regime had been imprisoned for long periods in the time of previous regime; and in fact they had been offered the chance of remaining alive and going on with their beliefs in an absolutely fair and frank condition; and in fact and according to the authentic documents, they had been allowed in prisons to study, to write, and to communicate with the world outside. Adding to this, a remarkable number of this astute and tricky people had been living on long time exiles at the time of Shah(king), as everybody knows, Imam Khomeini was one of these people who as the leader, led the revolution while on exile. So, it was obvious for me that the Mullahs who in fact had been nourished in the jails of previous regime instead of being flogged , slapped , denigrated, punished and destroyed, had already learnt their lessons from that fair and human way of dealing with oppositions; and therefore they took the policy of killing and destroying on, absolutely adverse to what that that so-called tyrannic Shah(king) and his regime had done to them. Therefore , there was no doubt for me that the secret of controlling and ruling within the principles of Islamic regime was the sinister policy of killing the oppositions, particularly the young and raw ones , in order to prevent them of turning to mature and wise oppositions; in this, the memory of Iranian nation never ever forget those GRAVEYARDS, called:” LAANAT ABAD”( the place populated by cursed people) which were populated by the youths ( who were our brothers and sisters) without even a sign over their graves to be known perhaps by a passerby.

” hey! You f***ing talented boy!” said to me my interrogator, in a sarcastic tone. ”You are the luckiest creature who I have ever seen in whole my life! We have already received your records which is telling us that you have no bad records at all; and you blabber boy are a very talented football player who has already played in teenagers’ national team for Three years and has relatively made a name for himself; and surely, has got a bright future; but listen bastard! I do not give a shit to the future of rubbishes like you because you bastards are ungrateful people who are using the opportunities which has been created by Islamic regime for you and yet you are treason ably trying to skew the values of the regime which in fact is the divine values which have been offered to us by great God. You, bastard might have been a devotee to such a regime that has provided you bastards such amazing atmosphere in which a bastard like you has been able to progress and playing for national team. It is shameful that you bastard instead of being faithful to your religion and your leaders, have got some ludicrous trends in your mind towards things which are barely worthy of shit!’ Any way we have already received a letter asking us to release you! Shit! Yes, to release you! You cockerel! Who in my point of view are a potential threat to the Islamic values, as I am under no illusion that you have been brainwashed by the enemies of Islam and Islamic regime. Although, although, I am sure that there is something wrong in this issue , but I am going to let you go; but I promise you to send you to the hell, if, if, in the future you insist in retaining to your nasty opinions” all of sudden my heart was laden with horror and pain as the handcuff was unlocked and I was blindfolded again as it was really unbelievable for me that they were really going to release me. On the Thirty Second step as the last one to climb, I felt like ascending , to the farthest place in the sky, far, far beyond the reach of fear and obligation. Coming out from that awful basement was like coming out of a very deep grave although the  person  who was actually dragging me up seemed to me as a suggestive of an undertaker from the hell.

I was kicked into the car by the man who I could not see and I would not like to see even if I could. As the rampageous car took on a smoother strain in moving , my interrogator began to rant again ; and as he was going to take on a nasty and mischievous language( and in fact to prove that how the so-called divine and worthy trends within the Islamic regime have been actually so much effective that have constituted such a disgusting attitude which shamelessly call the interests for knowing about the other religions: ” barely Worthy of shit!”), my mind popped up a bittersweet memory back to Four years ago that I saw my picture on a very popular sport magazine. Seeing my own picture on such a magazine caused so much happiness in my little heart that I really was not able to bear it; so I cried from the bottom of my heart; I danced , like crazy; I sang, awkwardly; and I did whatever a poor and a crazy with Football teenager would probably do. After reading the captions under my photo ( which had praised me as a talented teenager) for more than Ten times, I saw my name in a list of the best teenagers who had been chosen and invited to Tehran to play for national team. Remembering that going to Tehran would cost me some money , was enough distressing to spoil my invigorating happiness, as I knew it would be very difficult for my poor parents to provide me with the needed money and also to buy me some suitable clothes, and above all a pair of just enough good Football boot. On the same day I had to prepare myself for setting off the long journey to Tehran on the next day. So, I left the school and headed for home ; knowing that how my mother and my Four brothers would become happy of hearing the news of my being chosen for the national team , had made me cheered up again. As the door was opened by my youngest brother who had not gone to school on that day, I saw my mother , coming in from the backyard; and before she could ask me to explain about being at home at that time instead of being at school, I waved the Magazine over my hand and while trying to dance like one of the Brazilian who I had previously seen on TV, let her know about her unasked question. Pride and rapture added a dual whiteness and beauty to the lines of my mother’s genuine face. She hugged me with all her maternal affection. The moments were multiplied in themselves to enrich the effects of love and pure beauties of human soul. She said, while slapping me gently on face: ” you are deserved it my son; and I am sure you will be the best in Tehran” and as she hugged me again, I whispered under her ear: ” mum I am sorry but I need some money and—–” and all of a sudden I felt moments came into a freezing halt, as my mothers’ hands stopped tapping my back. Her face, tangled in pain. Her eyes , moistured and laden with a dark sorrow, as she looked at my face in an embarrassed posture. As an emotional and still childish teenager It was too much for me to bear; in fact it was the first , heaviest and the most poignant experience of poverty that I had to undergo. That dear women, that kind angel, that patient and lovely women, that perfect symbol of humanity and commitment who was breaking down before my eyes, was my mother, my hope, and my dearest; every single drop of her tears was like a heavy burden, dropping on my tender soul. So I cried and said to my mother (while my little brother was trying to empathize with me in my destroying struggle by holding my hands in his tiny hands) : ” listen mum, I am going to forgo the football; so I will not go to Tehran; I mean I do not need any money, clothes, or shoes; listen mum, I am OK. I am happy” ” no. no.no” She said,while trying to shape a smile on her shivering lips . ” you have to go; so as your uncle knows that your father is away, I am sure he can help us with the needed money” I stopped her of going further with her plan to borrow money by telling her that I would go if she got enough money to buy me a bus ticket.

The next day I was sitting in a bus which was headed to Tehran, feeling like a little alien tramp, wandered in the world of humans , with no desire left to think about but the desire of being told where to go. A bag, a ridiculous bag (which its contents were rather effective in making me feel distressed and bored than making me to feel at least a childish interest for what I had) was the only belonging which I had with myself. As to my pocket and its contents , surely it was not less distressing and boring than my bag and its content. I got just enough money to buy some cheap foods  and paying for the Taxi on the next day to take me to the Iran’s Football Federation. And finally the next day, on a beautiful but cold Autumnal afternoon I saw myself walking on the velvet turf of Azady Stadium as one of the most beautiful and biggest stadiums in the world. It was so stimulating and invigorating that I forgot that my absolutely worn out shoes was not enough good for playing on that lustrous and slippery turf. Adverse to the killing burden of pain and sorrow which had already settled down  the bottom of my heart like a layer of lead, I was hopeful and overconfident as the miracle of moments had already helped me to spot my quest which was to play a beautiful football for my mother, just for my mother and no one else. Eighty Five teenagers from all over the country were decidedly to show their merits and wear the beautiful shirt of national team; and after Forty Five days of training sessions I found myself as the happiest little man between all those little men ,as I had proved myself as one the main members of the national team. And a week later on I played a fantastic football against a very strong team from Bulgaria and a few days later a team from China , while wearing the number 8 Green shirt of national team. Every span of the green field seemed to me as a  space to create something which could comes to my aid as a moral spur in dealing with the bitter and diminishing  sense of poorness and deprivation; as to the patchy ball (which was actually a bewitching thing, highly capable of adding sense and quality to my quest), I had an exhaustive passion to discover all the  intricate and hidden secrets in its patches as every single patch of its rampageous fabric had in fact a meaning of life and happiness for me. Two months of absolute happiness and triumph for me came to an end and I had to go back to my home; but unbelievably no one bothered to let me know how should I go back to my home when there was no money in my pocket even to buy a loaf of bread. In the morning of the night before I found myself alone in a vast camp as all my playmates had left the camp on their own on the same day. It was the caretaker of that building who came to my aid by letting me to phone one of my close friends and playmates (who in fact was the best member of our team and later on succeeded with his career to play in the world cup in Franc) and asking him for help; and finally with his help I went back to my city. This bittersweet memory was an evident proof to reject the absurd and nonsensical claim of my interrogator based on the benevolent and caring nature of the Islamic regime and its so-called affectionate leaders ; as actually the only thing which Islamic regime had had to offer to the lower classes of Iranian society in that God-forgotten country had been the heavy burden of numerous disasters like Eight years of war with Iraq, and so forth to an infinite account.

As the car stopped, my interrogator gave the last notice as a security advice by telling me that how harmful would be the consequences of disclosing what had happened to me in the building of Security Service for me in the future. Then I was thrown out of the car while the blindfold was still on my eyes. At the last moment before they leave, I was told that walking to the end of the road would lead me to the barrack. As soon as I took the blindfold off my eyes, it was the darkness which welcomed me to its horrendous sanctuary which was absolutely deteriorated by the wild wind which was awkwardly blowing to different directions. I found walking very difficult as my painful legs were not able to take on a consistent pace to carry my painful body forward.

It was half past One am when I reached the barrack as the clock mounted on the wall of security kiosk was telling me. Seeing that funny but thoughtful picture of that lovely cockerel that was forcing himself to lay the third eggs caused me to feel a surge of a very bitter humour somewhere behind my mind. The Two soldiers and a sergeant in security kiosk were looking at me in a way as if I was from an other planet, landed in my flying saucer a few moments ago. ” where are you going in this time of night?!” asked me the sergeant who was chewing something which seemed to me should be of a very bitter taste as the lines of his face were twisting like leeches , stuck in thick mud. ” I am a soldier” I said, as I was really struggling to control my shaking body which was going to let me down as a result of hunger, thirst, and sleeplessness. ” which kind of soldier are you?” asked the sergeant, who his rustling voice had already let me learn what kind of stuff he was chewing which had made him so cheerful and inconsiderate that I was sure he would go on with his nonsense questions for a long time; so, I told him my name and the relevant explanations on my situation in a short sentence and after being obliged to answer some other nonsensical questions, I was taken to the relevant division.

While the soldier (who had come with me to introduce me the officer in charge on that night), was knocking on a small wooden door, I was praying for not being faced with an other person, with lines of his face twisting like leeches stuck in mud, as a result of chewing at a bitter stuff. As the door was opened I took a very long breath, as the person who emerged from the room was the same solemn and tidy officer in blue uniform, and polished boots, who I had seen at the first night of my unfortunate presence in that place. As the soldier left, the solemn, and tidy officer said to me : ” I have been waiting for you from morning up to know”, while putting his hand around my shoulder and leading me into his office. A sharp pain rushed up to my brain as I sat on the wooden and solid chair, as my buttock had been badly wounded by that bloody piece of cable. ” sit on the bed” he said without looking at me while making a big mug of tea. As soon as I began to sip the hot tea, my mind just rushed me to muse on what the officer told me as the first sentence: ” I have been waiting for you from morning up to now” and then instantly I uttered, in absolute amazement: ” is it true that you have been————?” ”yes my dear” he said in a very kind voice. ” yes it is true and it is also true that you are a very clever boy, and as it goes without saying that you are absolutely worn out; so I am not going to keep you sitting here for a long time” then he handed a piece of sky blue paper and added : ” read it and give it back to me” I unfolded the fine sky blue paper which ran so:

My sensible brother

” they smell your breath,

lest you have said ” I love you”

They smell you heart.

These are strange times my dear…

And they flog love

at the roadblock..

We had better hide love in the closet….

In this crooked dead end and twisting chill,

they feed the fire

with the kindling of song and poetry.

Do not risk a thought.

These are strange times my dear

He who knocks on the door at midnight

has come to kill the light.

We had better hide light in the closet…..

Those there are butchers

stationed at the crossroads

with the bloody cloves and cleaves.

These are strange times my dear.

And they excise smiles from lips.

We had better hide joy in the closet…

Canaries barbecued on a fire of lilies and jasmines.

These are strange times my dear.

Satan drunk with victory

sits at our funeral feast.

We had better hide God in the closet…….”

”Ahmad Shamlu”

My dear brother , we are victims of stupidity and oppression; and there is nothing for us to do at the present time which weather is so cold and poisonous; but surely one day shall be our day, a day of

light and prosperity. I will do my best to dig you out of your grave.

D. Zahra

I raised my head from the paper to look at the officer’s face in order to confirm my guess; so, in just a few seconds my guess was ratified by the lines of officer’s solemn face; and before I could compose any sentence as a question, he said, while smiling and shaking his head: ” I do not know her; I mean I do not know her very well; but my answer to your unasked question is that you are right about your guess.” he said, after an instant halt which followed by an other instant halt: ” she is my sister; she is a perfect woman; a very capable and kind woman. These are the only things that I know about her. To prevent you of asking more questions, I should let you know that she had been sent to this province by the University of Tehran to make a report on the situation of hospitals and other hygienic issues in this area; so, you have been very lucky for being arrested at the time that she was in this city’s hospital. She told me about you and your problem. Yesterday she phoned me just to let me know that the lucky boy would be released in Twenty Four hours. and I think what I have already told you is more than enough for you to know about your miraculous escape from the hands of death.” I handed the paper to him and a few seconds later on the sky blue paper was turning to black and burnt pieces which were performing a dance of pain and thought over a flame which seemed ashamed of itself to burn those rich words for no other than reason but the reason of hiding love , friendship and thought. ”we had better hide these kind of communications in the ashes not in the closets; perhaps, perhaps, to make an eternal flame of them in the future.” the officer said so and sighed, deep and bitter. ”get up, get up” he said to me, while an other officer came in . ” we should go home; you need to take a shower and of course your wounds have to be cured as soon as possible; to this, my wife knows what to do as she got a playful son at the same age with you who sometimes hurt himself , so his mother have already acquired some tips in this case. As to your inner wounds, I think there will be no easy and instant remedy for that, but the remedy of time”

It was around Twelve am that I got up in the officer’s home to receive the warmest love and affection from the officer’s wife, son and girl. A kiss on my forehead by the officer’s wife who was a real angel, created an elevated moment in my heart to feel a holy respect for the holy maternal ingrained sentiments in the heart of woman. Officer’s son hugged me so warm and friendly that I felt a Thousands-years old and forgotten brotherhood and friendship somewhere behind my mind. As to his daughter and her beautiful eyes that gave me a pure sense of the essence of human life, I felt a familiar smack of an old, holy, and forgotten love towards her. Being with that nice and affectionate family for a couple of hours had effectively cheered me up and ready to think of a more effective way of approaching the mental struggles which were going to involve me in an intricate challenge which was a little stronger than my abilities in working its different layers out in a rational manner.

Passing through the narrow streets of the awful city, while the dark, mischievous, and blind wind, allied with the sand and dust to make the dark life of the city darker, was blindly lashing into faces which were tightly wrapped up in white cloths, was in fact the first opportunity for me to see the face of that awful city which really seemed to me as the most perefct suggestive of loneliness and remoteness. A dark and sad air of vulnerability and deprivation was ruling over the city and its unfortunate people who their concealed faces in the white cloths, definitely were the gloomiest faces in the world. ” what is this crazy wind?” I asked officer who was looking out through the car’s windscreen in a way as if he was driving a submarine under the deep and dark waters of an unknown ocean. ”this wind” he said in a bitter tone. ” begins to blow from the first moments of the Autumn and keeps blowing to the last moments of it; I mean it keeps blowing for exactly and fully One hundred and Twenty days.” a few minutes later on as the car was pulled over and the officer lef the car to buy some disinfectant, I opened the carrier bag which had been given to me by the officer’s kind family. The first thing which I pulled out was a tiny book wrapped in a green piece of paper; and when I unwrapped the book and saw the portrait of its writer, all the hidden corners of my mind and my heart were ignited by an abstract surge of word, meaning, and poetry. It was actually a present from officer,s daughter which its contents were amazingly of a very close and correspondent nature to my state of mind at those boring moments. The book was a collection of Forogh Farrokzad,s poetry; the woman who her poetry works was as short and rich as her life. I turned the pages one after an other and just devoured the words which ran so: ” I will greet the painful growth of poplars which pass through the dry seasons; I will greet the streams which were flowed in me; I will greet the clouds which were my lengthy thoughts.” ” the sun was dead and no one knew that the sad dove, which escaped from hearts was Faith.”

Returning Back to that vast barrack which its buildings had seemed to me somehow alien , instantly gave me a good sense of interest for the new experiences which I was going to acquire. ” would you please give some explanations about these buildings” I asked officer while we were walking down the barrack. He laughed loudly, stopped walking, while looking on my eyes, and said: ” my son, you got a fantastic eye which works correspondingly with your imaginative mind; well, very well; let me know what have you found different in these buildings which has made so curious to know about them?” I said: ” the architecture, the red bricks and the wooden doors; these things are obviously indicating a fine delicacy and solemnity which is different with those in our architecture.” he tapped me on the back and said: ” you are absolutely right; because these buildings had been made by English back to many years ago.” I, while absolutely wondered, uttered: ” English! Here! In these ruins! In this desert!!? What really they had been looking for here in this place which even the sky over it does not seem so willing to roof it?” he burst into a cheerful laughter and said: ” my sensible son, this is an unbelievably great question; thank you; thank you indeed for asking such a thoughtful question. Treasures are hidden in the heart of ruins. No precious thing can be found in a garish and flamboyant city or palace ; so, as a matter of course, the intelligent English who had been privileged by an exquisite merit and will, surely had been aware of this attitude more than any other nation in this world, who had bothered themselves to come here from the other side of the world and made such amazing buildings which have amazed you , and of course many others will be amazed by this, as the future will reveal the treasure which English had been looking for in this awful place.” the resonance of words ”merit and will” were beating on my mind in a pace of depth and meaning; and it occurred to me , in an instant realising, that merit, will, and love , in a consistent combination can make the people great in mind and fair in heart, and surely, people of great minds and fair hearts, get at a point which is called virtue which in fact is the point of a superb perfection. Therefore it occurred to me that English should be people of greatness in mind, fairness in heart, and of course people of love and virtue.

Now eighteen years after those dark days which followed by many other darker days, I am escaping from my home ( although I have not been able to find a proper definition for the word ”escape” as yet), I am escaping form its oppression, miseries, injustices, and its ferocity. Now I am escaping from my home, the home which buried my desires in a grave of thorn and blade; the home which wandered my soul in a hell of doubt and hesitation; the home which depressed me in the most outrageous manner. Years, has passed after years, non stop, hastily and carelessly towards the destinations, known, and unknown; but I have been lost in the darkness of a blind bias in favour of God and sanctity! Years has passed after years, but no destination, known or unknown, neither to my mind nor to my soul, has been assigned to my share of life. Years has passed after years, and have left me alone with a chill running in my blood. Now, eighteen years after those dark days which followed by many other darker days, I am looking for a trustworthy place to bury the dead songs and words which were supposed to enrich the life of that vigorous, talented, and spontaneous teenager who eighteen years ago was infatuated with words and knowledge. Nowadays, years after those dark years, in which God and religion did not allow me to search for my identity, I am still suffering from the bitter ambiguity of my existence.

A fake leader, a fake God, and a coward King.

It was in the middle of a very bitter winter. Everything, unusually seemed somehow strange to me as a seven year old boy. The atomosphere was so obscure and complicated , as sad that I really was not able to feel any rationality through my instinctive and childish observation for the obviously excessive rapture among the people. They were bobbling in a way as if they were trying to over come  gravity and  floated on the surface of their rapturous moments. As a quiet and somewhat  aloof little boy, I really was not that successful in joining that ambiguous celebration which was supposed to welcome somethings which instinctively seemed to me much more ambiguous  than  the  celebration itself.

After the words, ‘independence’ and ‘freedom’ which I had already learnt from my father as my vocal and simple dictionary. The word, ” leader” was the next which I tried   to learn and add  to my little vocabulary. Therefore I needed to be  thought about that word by my father. So, he said to me: ” People are wating for the leader who is due to arrive, he is a very nice man, he is coming as the herald of independence and freedom,he is coming to kick the devil out of our houses and to bless our lives.This leader is due to arrive as an angel who is going to show us the right paths, ending in prosperity and salvation.” The only thing which I really realised from my father’s long and enthusiastic lecture  was that the leader was to be a great and benevolent person with good wishes for every body. Due to my further request on the word, “leader” I came up with this question which actually popped up from my imaginative mind: ” is a leader an invincible man?” my father, with no hesitation, replied: “yes my dear son, a leader is an invincible man” all of a sudden my mind dragged me back to a not so far past, in which, I had been replied by my father to a very similar question which in fact was an other final imaginary product of my inquisitive mind as I was listening to my father’s lecture about the SHAH ( king) as we were standing on the bank of a  surging river. The question was this: ” Can any one swim in this river?” my father replied: ” No one, but the Shah”

Now, Thirty years has passed from that bitter winter, in which Iranians were bobbling to welcome a ” leader” who was supposed to be the guiding angel and takes a nation to the paradise; a leader who was supposed to be the spiritual architect of a utopia in which the equality and justice would be accomplished under the God’s supervision; a leader who was supposed to be the purger of our so called obscene souls and to be the divine guide to the decency and honour. Now, Thirty years after that bitter winter that definitely can be called as the most bitter winter in the whole history of this unfortunate country, we are feeling desperate and somehow reckless due to the heavy and destructive blows which we have been receiving under a hegemonic ruling machine which was founded by a so called theocrat who was in fact just a dogmatic, illiterate, and mentally impaired man who was not even aware of what he was doing in the name of God and goodness. Nowadays, we are stuck in an infertile situation in which no grain of hope can be immune from abortion and fruitlessness; nowadays we are feeling arid and deserted; nowadays we are painfully regretting the gone with the wind opportunities which each of those could have been used as a basic watershed to set the route-planning process in a dynamic and even ground, if we had not been so infatuated with the promised utopia by a daydreamer alien who was not able even to speak the sweet language of Farsi in a proper manner. Nowadays we are wandered somewhere between the Hell and Paradise; while we are undeserved and ungrateful owners of a real Paradise with the beautiful and splendid name of IRAN.

Ayatollah Khomeini, who was entitled as the Imam of the poor and weak people as soon as he entered Iran in 1979 in a frenetic atmosphere, was the man who had come to save us from obscenity and oppression; the man who had come to Iran to set off a resurrection and invite the God to Iran! He began to rant from the very first moment of his arrival in an absolutely rambling language. He was so critical of the past rulers and kings( who he used to call them dictators) as if he himself was the pure love and affection, coming directly from the presence of God just for shedding the divine light on Iranians and bestowing them the eternal lives in order to make them the first perpetuated nation in the history of humankind on the earth! In a series of chained lectures, (which all of them were given in a rambling manner and with no relevant cohesion) he promised to make a very prefect material life for the people, especially for the poor ones; he promised them to share the great wealth of the country between all of them in the most possible meticulous way of justice and indiscrimination. Due to this issue, he told the people in particular: ” we will make everything free! You do not have to pay for the Gas, Electricity, water, and even MEAT and BREAD any more!!!” he kept rambling on ,further to his numerous promises which all of them were of a worldly and materialistic nature, of which naturally could be pleasant and interesting for the masses of people who most of them had been living in poverty and deprivation till that time.

Therefore, an intricate psychological factor which in fact was the product of the minds of malicious inner circles, was the main cause of KHOMEINI,s succeeding words to gather people about himself. It is obvious that a historically great nation that had been desperately trying to retrieve and getting to a better situation, (but had not been successful in doing so), is submissively ready to join any kind of movement which can give it a chance of being involved in issues which might lead it at least to a relatively more desirable imaginations for the future. So, the smart and greedy cronies around Khomeini , practically , and opportunistically made the most out of the people’s receptiveness morale that amazingly were growing as a vigorous surge towards Khomeini’s epic lectures. HASHEMI RAFSANJANI, this mysterious figure who has been in fact the master mind of the revolution and all the events in the recent history of this country, was the man who with his incredible intelligence used the illiterate but popular Khomeini by that time, as a tool to establish a real Islamic dictatorship.

Thereafter, under the Rafsanjani’s absolute influence over all the current issues, Khomeini’s promises to the people were sophisiticatedly diverted into a very amazing and thoughtful way, in which psychological methods, alongside with the religious dogmas, were meant to put the khomeini’s promises in a conditional ground in order to give a halt to the vigorously growing demands for the welfare state and a better social life between the people which had already begun due to the invigorating lectures given by Khomeini; therefore Khomeini in his later lectures put the necessity of undergoing a basic moral purification as an essential priority in. He said to the people who had become very optimistic about their future lives : ” you have been depraved, your morality has been contaminated, your virtue has been looted!! You are in need of virtue and spirituality; you have been living an obscene life! We have to fix your virtue and spirituality at first; we have to purge your souls” And thus, the virtue and spirituality were marked out as the essential preconditions which necessarily had to be undertaken ,prior to any kind of demand for the material and worldly life!

Thereafter, Khomeini as the the most effective tool in the hands of Rafsanjani and his astute cronies, was knowingly and unknowingly the executive of destructive plans which were meant to keep the people interested and amused with the moral issues which, were based on the religion- religious beliefs, in order to divert the certain demand for a certain life into a so called virtuous and divine demand .He was in fact the most harmful man for the masses of people who had enormously trusted him as a man of justice and good wishes. He betrayed them by using the religion and morality to put them in uncertain and delirious ways of recognition and approaching the certain goals , consistent with their certain existence. So to speak, he, like the other malicious leaders in the history, used the masses as the driving force in the process of establishing and formation of power and hegemony. As a matter of course, it is obvious that no virtue and morality can be achieved by a human society that is suffering from the poverty and is deprived of having a relatively comfortable life. I mean, the basic needs simply are the initial factors which must be taken into an exhaustive consideration when it comes to the aim of making a human society promoted in moral and social values, as it is not so difficult to understand that the people who are frustrated with their labouring lives, never, ever can think of moralities or getting involved in a virtuous challenge.

Thus, Khomeini, as the most effective figure in the process of imparting the confusing conceptions of life via the sophisticatedly prepared philosophy by the RAFSANJANI and his cronies , was undoubtedly the man who in fact abused the God, goodness, virtue, humanity, and all the good adjectives; he did so to establish the reign of God! The unknown and strange God who is the God of poorness and humiliation! The God who believes in poverty and deprivation as the elevating factors in the human life!! The God who gives the absolute authority to his so called spiritual Representatives on earth to confine the people within their houses just to prevent them of being corrupted!! Yes, in other word, Khomeini was the inventor of a very awkward, rough, relentless, and graceless God who is rather a traitor Shepherd than a merciful and great God! To my knowledge, God is just knowledge, wisdom, love, and affection; adding to this ( that no reign of wisdom and love can yield to nothing but tolerance, awareness, realization, mercifulness, rationality, and a gradual progress in minds and souls), I have no reason not to say that Ayatollah Khomeini was in fact a master of Sophism who did not have any real knowledge on the thought of divinity and religion. So, eventually, as the so called leader of Islamic revolution, he assigned a fake God with a load of satanic disciples to reign over Iranian people before his death.

Now, Thirty years after that bitter winter, Khomeini’s inheritors have created an unbelievably intricate mental disorderliness for the Iranian people, in which no word of reasoning and pursuing can go together to cause a motive and expressing a notion. So to speak, Khomeini, his fake God, and his satanic disciples have been absolutely successful in applying their intimidating philosophy to the process of manipulating and opiating the people. Now, thirty years after that bitter winter, freedom is decapitated ; a great and meritorious nation has been disgraced and the human values has been skewed. Now, Thirty years after that bitter winter, I am Thirty Seven years old, laden with sorrow, pain, and regret; during all these years, I have been trying to understand why that coward SHAH(king) (who used to be my father’s hero), had not been able to swim on that dangerous river, or why that invincible leader (who according to my father was to be a man of God and justice,and of course my virtuous leader ) did such a nasty treason to a hopeful nation?

Under the reign of God

It  is  an other outrageous  result  of the  reign  of  God and  religion over Iran, this God-forgotten  land  which  seems  has  been  destined  to  live  in  the  gloomy  and  despairing  moments  forever.

Ahmadinedjad  was re-elected;

Mousavi  was  skewed;

And a  nation  were  tantalized.

Freedom  was  decapitated, and

The  God  became  happy.

God, religion  and  Mullahs,  they  are   our  enemies;

they  are,  indeed   the  enemy  of  our children, our  brothers and  sisters.

It  is  a  long  time  that we  have  been  living  under  the  reign  of  a God, who  has no  merit, other  than  the merit  of   tormenting  and  tantalizing.

Ahmadinedjad  was  re-elected,

and  a  nation  was  left  cold,  alone  and  desperate  with  a  lot  of  aborted  imaginations in  its  mind.

Long  live  supreme  leader! The  elder  son  of  God!

Long  live  Ahmadinedjad! The parasite!

Freedom  and  democracy  were  achieved!  Were not  they?!

I am  hallucinating!  A  pig  ,  no,no, no  two  pigs,  no, no  hundreds  of pigs  are  chasing me!

I am escaping  towards  a  dark  sea;  I  am  an  scapegoat,  wandered  in  the  middle  of   a horrible  desert.

God and his impudent Sons!

Ignoring the realities, and tending to change the face of things are the first trends within an Islamic philosophy that is chosen as a ruling system. Nothing should be efficiently clear under this arid and confining system which in fact does not have any tendency towards transparency and lucidity due to its hegemonic and dark nature. using the language of irony to sophisticate the principles which actually are meant to create obscurity and hesitation in the minds of people and eventually curbing them in a limited rate of growth and maturity, is the most unfair part of this obscure philosophy which has no respect for the individuality and freedom of humans. It is nearly Thirty years since Iran actually was captured by some opportunistic and astute Mullahs who were associated with God himself and all the angels of goodness and virtuousness to topple the reign of devil and establish the reign of God!! These malicious impostors who with no doubt are the disciples of Satan , came to Iran under the holy slogans of independence and freedom which in fact are the definers of the humankind as the most significant part of the creation. They were supposed to make a unique state in which every single moment could be lived in the most fruitful manner. They were supposed to promote a nation to the oracle of the human existence and philosophy of life on the earth!! Now after Thirty years of living under the so called reign of God, the only thing which we have really obtained is a perfect sense of frustration plus a disgraced and spoiled soul, diminished and skewed by some shams and their relentless God. Now we can just hope not to become mad in our hidden melancholic illusions. To what extend can a group of shams be so impudent and cheeky? Ironically , these disciples of Satan are still shamelessly talking about the freedom and democracy! Were not freedom and democracy decapitated during the first couples of years of your so called divine reign by the hands of your merciless God? So insincere in nature, so dishonest in behaviour, so mischievous and harmful, as innately piggish and greedy that you are, one probably may not believe that humankind can be so inhumane and devil in nature.

While   Iran’s  presidential  election  has   been  fixed  to   be  held  on  June  2009,  the  noisy  hypocrites,  the  Mullahs,  has  already   begun  to  rant  over    the  necessities  of  paying  an  exhaustive  attention  to    the  principles  of   democracy  by   holding   a   free   and   sound   election  in   order   to  retain  to  the  Imam  Khomeini’s  great  goals!!!  It  is   definitely  hypocritical  of   them  to  rant  over  the   already   decomposed  dead  bodies  of   democracy  and   freedom , to  show  off  how  they  are  bound  to   the   approved   principles  of   democracy  as  the   only   way  of   approaching  the  instructive,   constructive ,   and  basic  guidelines  of   making  an   ideal    human  society!!  It  is  not  a  sort  of   behaviour  and  attitude  which   can  be   justified  by  human  moralities,  as   even  no group  of  infidels   can  be  so  apt  in  playing   such  a  hypocritical  roles   which   these  Mullahs(  the   sons  of  God)   are   impudently  playing  in  the   name   of  God!

The  so  called   Supreme  leader , Ali  Khamenei ,  the  master  of   Masters  at  sophistic  lectures,  was  the   first   person  in  the  shameless  recently  launched  ranting  over  the  new  era  of   freedom  and   democracy  in   Iran,  due  the  forthcoming  presidential  elections.  He  said  to  Ahmadinedgad,  using  an  absolutely  sophistic  language:  “do  not  think   that   this   year   is   your   final   year.  Work  as  if   you   will   stay  in   charge  for   Five   years.  In  other  word,  imagine   that  in  addition   to  this   year,  an other  Four   years  will  be  under  your  management;  and  plan  and   act  accordingly.” Ironically,  this   man  is   the   most  fervent  figure  when  it   comes  to  the  democracy   and   freedom!  In  fact , he  prior  to  the   next  presidential  elections , confirmed  Ahmadinedgad  in  his   position  for  the  next  Four   years  of  presidency  over  this  God-forgotten  country  by  this  God-awful    figure.  It  is  evident  that   Ahmdinedgad  was  chosen  as  the   president  by  the  Khamenei  and   inner  circles;  so  it  should   not  be  so  surprising  for  the  people  to   see  him  sitting  on  the  chair  of  presidency  for  the   next  round  and  sneering  their  opinions  and  votes.  Thereby,  ranting  and  rambling  over  democracy   and   freedom – which  in   my  opinion  are   the   fruits   of   wisdom   and   virtuousness- by  some  shams  and  hypocrites  who  actually  do  not  have  any  clue  about  the   human   wisdom  and   virtuousness,  is  some  sort  of  skewing  the  face  of   humanity  and  human  values.

I  think  it   is  the  duty  of  the   world’s  conscientious  intellectuals  and   leaders  to  find  a  way  to  stop  the  inhumane  behaviours  of  some  Satanic  and  malicious  Mullahs – who  are  equipped  with  the   most  destructive  Islamic  rules  and   regulations- with  Iranian  people.  As  humans ,  all  of   us   should   be   committed  to  the   human   values  and   dignities  which  surely  are  the   generating  sources  of  wisdom  and  knowledge  as  the   guiding  light  to  the  certain   and  right  path  of  the  final  aim  of  human  existence  on  the   earth.  So,  I  think   it  is   the   duty   of   world  to   make   efforts  to   change   the  awful   situation   in  Iran  which  has  been   constituted  by   a   relentless  God  and  his  impudent  Sons. It  is  the  duty   of  world   to  help  an  apt  nation  to   get   rid  of  the   bias  and  confinement  which  really   have  been  their  terrific  nightmares  during   Three   past  decades.

Heed! Hey capricious Mullahs! Lest you put us on the fire.

So arid and infertile, as boring and disappointing that I feel so unwilling to apply this word to my writings. “recession” is my least favourite word when it comes to writing as a beautiful way of making the words alive to yield to the meaning and sense; this word makes me feel embarrassed and somewhat sad. These days this arid word is going to play a significant and seminal role in defying the world in its battle against the economical depression! So due to my reluctant favour for this word, I am going to leave it to the great countries and great politicians who are supposed to deal with its boring and somehow dangerous meanings; but on the other hand I am obliged to come to terms with this unpleasant word, as my word in this issue  is  supposed  to go   to the mad and alien Mullahs in Iran who are so infatuated with the power and ruling that I am afraid of their overconfident attitudes as an imminent factor to create a real disaster in this critical time, in which the global economical depression has already started to stretch the nerves of the world’s prominent economical giants. Surely the  veritableness of the recent global recession must be considered as a very serious issue by the power-manic Mullahs in Iran.

Dear Mullahs! for the sake of the same God who you have been destroying a nation for his sake during the past Three decades, come to the moments which are due to happen; the moments which can be the conducive of bloody and awful events for the worn out Iranian people and other people in the region. Lest you become so blind and not to see the illustrated issue of the economical recession which surely has already exposed the world’s economy, especially the Americans’ , to a certain vulnerable and falling situation. So, regarding to the fact that in this materialistic world , no intellectual and moral values can be efficient to justify the worldly failures in a reasonable manner which can be concluded to a peaceful point, applying any kind of stubbornness to the ways of approaching the resolutions on the crucial issue of the recent global economical crisis, surely can be ended to a great remorse.

Thereby, it must be clear for you astute and fraud Mullahs, that Americans as the first economical giant in the world and definitely the first great loser in the mayhem of economical depression, will put an emphatic finger on the Middle East as a rich source of wealth and energy to make up for their heavy losses. So,  It  should   be  so   wise   of  you  to  understand  the  critical  nature  of  the  challenges in  this  particular  issue.  It  is  about  the  economy,  and   the  economy   means  power,  simple  as  that,  so ,  Americans  according  to   the   history,  do  not  like  to   hesitate  in  using  the  language  of  force  and  military  actions,  whenever  it   comes  to  the  possibilities  of  a  serious  failure  to  their  economy.  Thereby  I  think  you  astute  Mullahs  had  better    not  to  let  your  opportunistic   minds   yield  to  temptation  of   playing  silly  and  provocative  games  in  this  very  serious  mayhem.

As  a  human  being, as  a  person  familiar  with  the  pain  and   sorrow, and  of course  as a typical  Iranian  who  is  innately  in  love   with  peace  and  creative  communication,  I   think  it  is  necessary  to  remind  you   aliens ( who  undoubtedly   have  not   been   able  to   represent   even  a  relatively  acceptable  credential  for  your   odd  presence  in  Iran),  that  it  is  time   to  take  up  with  the  world   issues  in  an  Iranian  manner;  it  is   time  to  take  on  a  much  more  optimistic  attitudes  towards  the  worldwide  issues;  it  is   time  to  open  the  doors  of  that   country  to  the   world; it  is  time  to  apply  the  wisdom  and   sense  to  your  relationships    with  the    world , instead   of  sticking  to   the  manipulating  and  arid  religion-religious  based  thoughts  which  have   already  left   numerous  destructive  affects  on  the regional  and  international  issues. As  a   matter   of course,  there  would  not  come  out  any  winner  in  case  of  occurring  an other  war  in  the   region;  but  surely   there  would  be   many  real  losers,  people,  innocent  people.  So,     Dear  mad  MULLAHS, lest  you put  the  innocent  people  on  fire   of   bias  and  stupidity.  May  the   real  God  who  is  the  pure  love  and  wisdom, helps  you  and  your  God  to  get  into  a  real  insight.

Who will drop the stone into the well?

With no doubt he is one of the most controversial leaders in this decisive time. He is enormously capable of leaving a very destructive affect on the current issues which are absolutely complicated and somewhat strange due to their different structures. Ahmadinedgad, this funny figure, plus a few other funny leaders, are potentially the greatest threat to the world’s security and peace. The Iranian president as an intrinsically dogmatic politician (who with those rigid and absurd gestures and those raw and incomprehensible words and phrases which he applies to his ridiculous lectures ), looks rather like an awkwardly designed Robot than a solemn president, can be the most negative player in the recent political games which our worn out region have been undergoing. to characterize this blabber man, I should refer to a very thoughtful Iranian saying which says : ” if an insane man dropped a big stone into a well, we would need One hundred wise men to pull it out” thereby I think he and some of his counterparts are very capable of dropping the stone into the well and put the region and consequently the whole world in a real disaster, while in this odd world we really are not able to realise the distorted meaning of sense , expediency, and wise men.

From my point of view the major threat to the security and stability of Middle East is an ambitious Islamic Ideology which is increasingly spreading all over the region. It is obvious that the designer of this dangerous ideology are the so called theologians of Iran’s ambitious Islamic regime which naturally are subjected to the policy of creating the critical moments and deteriorated situations in which their political intentions can be achieved; so, going through the critical and very explosive situation in the Middle East should necessarily be started from Iran and its malicious religious leaders who really do not care about anything but their greedy will for the power and ruling. Therein, Ahmadinedgad as a submissive figure who verges towards the main trendsetters within the Islamic regime, is undoubtedly a dangerous tool in the hands of enormously intelligent Mullahs who are privileged by possessing the provocative Islamic slogans which are effective to create irrational conceptions in the minds of people who have innately conceived a relatively inconsistent image of ISLAM as their idealogy.

Thereby, Ahmadinedgad as a president who is in fact the mere executive of what is dictated to him, as the so called president of the most significant country in the region, is definitely the main figure in the process of constituting a frenetic religion-religious belief and philosophy which impart the idea that the only practical way of achieving the certain goals is to retain to this so called divine philosophy. thereby charging the bias and irrationality in the region is the main aim of ruling group in Iran which in fact is meant to use all the region as a battle-field for their international challenges. Thus, in this deteriorated situation in the middle East which sadly we are witnessing how painfully causes numerous casualties and human disasters, a wise and exhaustive plan to restore peace and security in the region( which can cover all the relevant and correlative elements) is almost impossible without a positive and co-operative participation from Iran as the most significant country in the region.

Therefore, in comparison with the previous presidents of Iran, Ahmadinedgad can not be considered at any rate as an even relatively positive man, when it comes to the negotiation of peace and tackling the violence and crisis. He is obviously the most ardent fan of Islamic trends as the easiest way to influence over the current issues in the region. So to speak, he is an inflexible figure who does not believe in no peace and reconciliation which would be achieved out of Islamic attitudes; so, Ahmadinedgad as the most agreeable president for the astute policy makers within the inner circles of Iran’s anarchist regime, is definitely authorized to spend much more money and making cheap economical and commercial contracts with the other Muslim countries in the region and even all over the world, than his previous colleagues were authorized to do so.

Therefore, a stylistically crude man like Ahmadinedgad, plus an absolute authority to use the wealth of a modest nation to create the power and influence – which can expose the region and whole the world to an imminent danger, should be taken under a very deep and serious consideration by the world’s policy makers and all the people who have the desire of a peaceful and human world in their hearts. Ahmadinedgad as the president of a country ( which adverse to a worldwide believe, is a very rich country), is free to spend money in large amounts in order to obtain the political points; as a clear example, all the economical and comercial ties between Iran and Turky as one of the our significant neighbours, in fact does not have any profit for Iran and its people! As part of a long- term policy to penetrate into the Turkish Secularism, the wealth of Iranian nation has been spent to make Turks satisfied and obliged to Iran’s Mullahs, Islam, and God!! This crafty and very calculated plan has resulted to a surge of a general tendency within the Turkish governmental and even social structures towards the Islamic dogmas. It is not so difficult to understand that an Islamic and fanatic Turky can be a real place to create violence and crisis for the region and the rest of the world as well. Therein, Ahmadinedgad is supposed to be the man to complement the process of Islamization in Turky via his absolute authority to make Turks completely benefited in their commercial ties with Iran, and thus to set an even ground for the dogmatic impartation which has already begun to increase in Turky.

Regarding to the fact of Iran’s Mullahs succeeding plans in exporting the Islamic and revolutionary dogmas and principles to the other countries, ( which can not be denied by no realistic politician in the world), it would be very wise of world’s prominent countries and politicians to add the possibilities of Mullahs’ accessing to the ATOMIC BOMB, and try a new and more realistic procedure to approach the appropriate resolution for this threatening issue before it is too late. Therefore, an Islamic Iran, equipped with the mass destructive weapons , plus an absolute influential presence in the region and of course being ruled by abnormal people like Ahmadinedgad, can be like a time-bomb ready to go off in case of a possible miscalculation from the world’s powers.

What these days is going on in Iraq and Afghanistan in particular, and in the rest of Middle East is enough awful and sad to makes us more conscientious and aware of our real duties against our human world. It is obvious that any kind of wrong assessment and underestimating on the provocative role of Iran’s mad Mullahs in the region and its consequences for the world, would be resulted to a great disaster and absolute remorse.

So, I think the danger of MAD MULLAHS and Ahmadinedgad at the present is a very serious danger that the worldwide recent economic recession surely can charge it in different ways. Economical recessions and making the important decisions have an inevitable interaction in the Western countries; so, a relatively powerful Iran in the Middle East, which is ruled by some really mad Mullahs, plus the worldwide economical decline, are going to constitute an explosive situation in the region. As going further with this issue necessitates me to open the subject in a much more comprehensive expanse due to its lengthy structure, I am going to conclude with the hope of getting to a guiding insight for all of us and of course with a great hope for not being the witness of dropping a stone into a well neither by an abnormal president like Ahmadinedgad nor by any inconsiderate leader in West, as there would be little chance for us to find One hundred wise men in this odd world to pull the stone out of the well.