Gold can be found only in darkness. Surprisingly the same, human beings can reach to completeness when they can retrieve their shadow and make it conscious. I prefer to be complete rather than a good man (Carl Gustav Jung 1875-1961)
1.
Things are not always in the way that we want...At least we precept like that...That things are not in the way that we want...
Why do I have to be bothered and write about Searching for the president in Tehran?...
Maybe it is because of this incident:
Once I had a dream about a dead infant...I saw my beloved one delivering a dead baby....She was laying on the bed....I approached to her and held her hand....I told her no problem honey, maybe next time...But she cried and I kissed her tears...Nine month after (this time in the time-space we know as reality) a girl, I don't know if it was the same one, was sleeping in my bed and I was working on my thesis....When I looked at her, I remembered that dream after a long time....The dream was born again....
Sending for the president in Tehran: Well, it can be...but this is just part of it....Is there anything else you want to tell me?...More cases?....More tangible memories for our therapy?
2.
Maybe it was that time....It was a hot early July day...Tuesday, 4 PM, The Artists House, Tehran....The creative writing workshop....
I still remember the story discussed in the class...But it wasn't that important, I suppose....Just the thing after, made the whole....
- So you just write in English?
- Well, I try to...But obviously not always of course...
- What did make you to do that?
- Because we should narrate ourselves with the medium that can be realized by the others who are interested to our narration...
- So you don't consider any interest here, in your motherland?
After he left, I forgot his name...It has been just wiped out...That was the only thing I can't retrieve from that day...what was his name? Searching for the president in Tehran?
No, it can't be...This is out of question...
Searching for the president in Tehran: Never say that....What do you mean out of question? Sometimes I believe that you are kind of interesting guy....But you just disappoint me.... Let me help you a bit...I can remember that day when I was driving you back home....You were in MAC and I was driving my cab...You stopped me and asked me: Harborne, brother?
Brother is a word used either by Muslims, monks or hippies...You didn't look like any, but I took you...You were reading a book....I asked:
- What is the book you are reading?
- It is not a book, it is a report...
- What's that?
- Women enlightenment in Iran: The basis of the 1,000,000 signature campaign
- What is it about?
- About some paradox in the law
- Are you studying law?
- No, I am studying engineering...
- So, why are you reading that?
- Because...
- You know man, You like women, don't you....Let me tell you something about women....women like to laugh...I mean, real laugh...That's the only thing they want...And you are a successful guy if you can do so....By any means, I mean...
- ...
- Sometimes, you think you should write essays in philosophy rather than doing engineering...Ha? is that the case?....But well, I think you are not ready...Why we love at most, when we hate?...Why we are limited, although we are the whole? ....Never try to find the answer, young man....your answer will come immediately after you learn your question...
3.
These things are not attracting me anymore....I didn't answer you....You drooped my in Selly Oak...I went to my office to check my program's outputs....
Apart from the research that I am getting paid for, I am doing some other crap with my numbers...I don't tell it to my boss because I don't get paid for it...
Genealogy of numbers...An Introduction to simulation of history: Genetic Migrating Algorithms....Some issues in psychology of numbers....Number's sexual aspects: Different ways for crossover...
When I don't find something in the outer world, I look inside...Inside myself or inside my numbers....Maybe I've been raised like that...You childhood effects....But once, not long time ago, I find a Gene in one of my output files....It was obviously an odd one....We call it shining baby....That's why it has attracted me....I analyzed it the whole night up to the time that some one woke me up....
- You didn't sleep well last night, did you?
- I am searching...
- Who are you looking for?
- Searching for the president in Tehran...
- Is it your PhD about?
I opened my eyes...No one was there....A second after the door was opened...Nancy came in with her smile...
- Oh, poor son...You were again in the office the whole night...
- Hi Nancy...Who was in the office before?...Someone woke me up....
- I guess it is my duty to come first in your office to clean up....I am getting paid for that....Is there anyone who wants to get my job?
- No Nancy, I think I dreamt...
- Oh, sweat heart, you are so sleepy...
Nancy left and I checked out my results...I could have managed the retrieve the information of a birth:
Searching for the president in Tehran: Carry on, I am keeping notes....Just a moment, please....I have a patient for god seek, Miss Drinking Cafe in Paris....Are you stupid or what?....How many times I should tell you that I am not answering any phone whatsoever when I have a patient....Don't switch the calls here again little girl....Sorry...Continue...
4.
"Today is 20th of March 1918...It is 7:30 AM local time...Here is Tehran, BBC office, British forces head quarter in Iran...Breaking news...The head of Iranian Royal Army, General Reza Mirpanj, interviewed with BBC representative in Royal Palace, Golestan...."
- So there is no king anymore?
- Don't worry, this county without a king is like my woman without husband...You have a husband honey, don't you?...
Man told that and continued shaving his beard...It was just a couple of minutes before, when he had finished his morning singing in the bathroom and listening to the drops of water falling from the shower...Then like every other mornings, he had looked how water was drooping from his skinny body...Water had hugged the man like a baby...He remembered, like all the other mornings, his infancy...When he was in the body of his mum...He felt how the water was enjoying him in its body....Why can't his wife have this pleasure?...
They did all the treatments....They even had gone to Mashhad and asked the Saint over there to help them....They started to do charity for the poor people in order to convince God that they deserve a child....Only a child....but nothing....No baby....
- Watch out...I opened the window, you will get cold
Woman was in the kitchen preparing breakfast....The radio was carrying on the news...
"General Reza Mirpanj announced that a temporary government will role the country up to the time that the Parliament change the constitution to a Republic..."
Friday was out, in the street...With the same surprising similarity to all Fridays....A bird was flying above the carpet of snow and the fireplace was burning with the sound of the bird....
- Listen, I think there is something going on outside...
She looked at him...
Their house had a balcony opening to the street....Some days that the man didn't have the feeling to listen to radio or work, he was going to the balcony and looking to the street...He was waiting for a miracle but not in the street....His miracle was like a train which never passed the village...
- Hey, I am with you man, go and see what's going on...
Some people were running ...
- What's up? Why are you shouting at me?
He looked at her...
She was around her 60...Slim and beautiful lady but deeply smashed....Her lips and her eyes had the curve of every day crying....
- I don't know...
They looked at each other...
- Like always...you never know why you are like that....
- Maybe again a dead body? I bet they again found a shot one...
Man went to his room...He was working on his last book: The history of Iranian revolution in 19th century, book II, the Tabriz movement....He was trapped on the last section...It was nine months from the time that he started writing the last section...But even a line....Whenever he wanted to work he felled sleep and and a same nightmare repeating...
- Why me? People have 12 children in this village and we shouldn't have just a one??!! I know why she is like that....I know why we are like that....I know....I know...I knowwwwww....
The woman came in and said:
- They said they found a dead body under the bridge...
- What?
- A dead body under the bridge...Let's go and watch...
- Why?
- Maybe we know him or her..
- So?
- We can inform him or her relatives...
- Maybe we are the relatives, let's go...
They walked to the bridge...Almost all the village were there but it was absolute silence....kids had climbed over the tree and were looking down the bridge anxiously....
The woman asked a young lady: Who was it?
- I don't know...
- Was he or she young?
- I don't know...
- You couldn't have seen?
I could have seen it ma'am....The body was turning to blue...Told the young man beside the young girl...The girl looked at him, smiled and turned to red...
It was a baby, ma'am...It was a little baby...
Man took the woman and went to the other side...
- Did you hear that? He told me mum...
Man didn't reply
She continued:
- Now, where do they take it?
- I don't know
- Do you think that someone killed the baby? Or maybe he or she just went to play in the river and got drawn?
- I don't know
- We didn't ask for the baby's age...
- Do you want to take a rest for a while?
- I think they will find the parents...Poor parents...
- At least we are not the parents...
- I wish I could see it
- See what? It is just a baby...
Man looked at her...How she was beautiful 40 years ago....He was always wondering how she could deliver a great part of her beauty to this age....It was not long ago, when they were laughing in their bed to the boys in her class who fall in love with her....They knew even a father and son who were both in her class after 25 years and they had been both in love with her...
Poor village...But They had never cared....In their bed, they were the most selfish couple ever known in the village...The poor villagers could not have even imagined that, because simply they didn't have even a baby....That's why they were thinking that they had a chance with the woman....
But the chance was like a train which never passed the village...
He was always proud of that....His wife was the most attractive woman in the region and she had chosen him not because he was rich or landlord....When he was 23, studying law in Paris with the king scholarship, he came back and fought for freedom with Satar, the national knight and Bagher, the national hero....He was one of the first revolutionary guys who reached to Tehran....After a year, he started publishing a newspaper....Then after 5 years he became a member of Parliament....In 6 months time, he resigned and was sent to the military jail for a 10 years sentence....The judge was one of his soldiers during the revolution...If not, He should have been hanged....He came out after 6 years because his friends again came to power....But he never came back to politics....They went back to his village of origin to educate the kids...That was the only way to achieve freedom....But, they didn't have any of their own....Even one...
- I am with you man....Shall we go?....I want to see the baby....please...
- Let's go...It should be now with Dr. Amiri
- Hi, mrs. Ziba, are you sleeping well these days?...
- Hi, not really Dr., but I want to ask something else...
- Do you have any ache some where in your body?
- Dr. Amiri, I came for different reason....they found a body...Have you heard about it?
- Yes...
- Where is it now?
- In the works...They put it in the wood storage...
- In the storage? A baby in the storage? How cruel you are!
- You know Ziba, the parents didn't come up...What can we do?
- So what will happen?
- We will wait till tomorrow....If no one comes up we will bury the body...
- If no one comes up, may you give it to us?
- What??!!!
- We will bury the body...
We will Bury the body Ziba??!! The man said surprisingly...
- Yes, of course....We will bury the baby so we can love it like our baby....I already love it...Was it boy or a girl, Dr. Amiri?
- A boy, around 4 years old with blond hair....That's the only thing we could say....The body is completely smashed....
- You see man? You always wanted a boy....My mum also had a blond hair....Do you remember when I was younger, the time that you felled in love with me, I also had a kind of blond/brunet hair....You remember, don't you?...Please Mazdak...Please....maybe this is our last chance...
Dr Amiri was looking at them with a couple of eyes like saucers...But for him the time was stopped....Mazdak felt that he could have heard something...The train which never passed their village....
And then, it was Saturday....With the same surprising similarity to all Saturdays....The same bird was flying over the gray sky and they were walking over the carpet of snow which was imitating the sound of a crying baby....
- There are many names...But, at the end I like none of them...I want my son to have a unique name...
- But Ziba, he should have a name if we want to love him...
- OK, we will find a name...don't worry Mazdak...Come on...It is getting late...
Mazdak was carrying the coffin on his skinny shoulders....They were going to cemetery but they were not in black....They passed from the village square...A man took his hat off when he saw them....A lady closed the window when they were passing in front of her house....and kids were playing carelessly like always...
- Let's go Ziba, it's enough...you have cried for the whole life of our baby....Leave some when he is getting older....When we have real problems....With his education, with his friends, with his girlfriends....with his marriage...with his children...come on....Let's go...
- Take my hand my dear...
They were twisted together like milk and sugar....No one in the village, or even in Tehran, could have said which one was Ziba and which one was Mazdak...
- Now, it is for us Mazdak, isn't it?
- Yes honey....It is ours ...
- We have to put a stone on the grave...
- Ok...
- We have to find a name for him...
- We will...Let's go...
They were going back to the village like a unique body....it was Saturday evening....With the same surprising similarity to all Saturday evenings....It was lots of noise coming from the village....They thought that the villagers should have heard about the changing of the government; however, the ringing of the villagers' fear was not that high for them to not hear the train which never passed their village....
Searching for the president in Tehran: ....
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