It was a balmy, pleasant day. The whole team headed for the north. A usual recreation was expecting them. In one of the tunnels, they were in competition to show their superiority in shouting and laughing. Eli accompanied them. She was a new member to be introduced to Ahmad. He’d just arrived in Iran. After several years staying in Germany, and an unsuccessful marriage, he made his mind to remarry. Sepideh, Ahmad’s wife and one of his friends, decided to be a matchmaker. She always had a leader role and was in charge of all appointments and pursuits. After arriving in Challous, as a routine, they headed for one of the villas reserved in advance. The villager responsible for the accommodation told them the owners inclined to go there, and they should leave in two days. Sepideh reacted as if she had been oblivious of it. Her own purpose was to keep all friends satisfied. They could just stay there for two day. All of them objected. She simply said, “If I have told you, the journey would have been cancelled.”
Every body especially ladies: Shohreh, Sima, Sepideh, and the newly joined member, Eli, were making attempts to dust the villa. The villager suggested another villa which had a view on the sea. Nobody nagged. The glasses of the entrance door were broken. It was more than ventilation. The three rooms and hall were vulnerable to the cold. After two hours all parts were fixed and they had everything just so. They danced and song. Kids were playing hide and seek. Eli, without any tendency to join, was gathering some fragments of a window.
8 p.m.
Eli and Ahmad were on the road. No chance was in the villa to talk with the cell phone, but it was just an excuse to search for more intimacy. Eli called her mom, who had had a heart surgery recently. Just by exchanging some words and her sweet smile Ahmad could acquaint with her.
10 p.m.
All the friends were eating dinner. The hot subject was young couple. They persuaded Eli to take a seat beside Ahmad. Feeling so bashful she did. The lively décor and the mixture of light and hot collars gave a sense of vibration and harmony to the environment. Eli quit them to search for salt. She needed solitude to reconsider all the incidents happening in the twinkling of an eye. She was about to marry Ahmad.
10:30 p.m.
Men were drinking and smoking on the veranda. Sepideh joined them to know their idea about Eli. Ramin, her husband said he could see a kind of innocence in her eyes. Another one described her as an intimate and warm person. All the judgments were based on a several hour experience. Ahmad intoxicated and passionate called her a lovely sweetheart. The verdict was given: Eli was the best choice for Ahmad.
10 a.m. the second day
Around fifty meters away from the villa, there was a volleyball court. All men gathered there. After a little while Eli joined them. After some minutes she left them to join ladies on the coast. Two of the kids were making a sand castle, and Arash, the oldest one, was standing in the water letting the waves touch his small feet.
11 a.m.
Sepideh wanted to buy some groceries. Shohreh, Arash’s mom, joined her, and asked Mina, the youngest lady, to take the responsibility of the kids. Mina stayed with them for 15 min. Having no child, she couldn’t realize the risky situation, so she quit and asked Eli to take over the responsibility. One of the kids was trying to fly a kite, but all her efforts were in vain. Eli, at the sight of her attempts, tried to help the kid. She could fly it and was overwhelmed by the kite flying freely in the sky. Like a kid she was shouting and laughing regardless of all woes preoccupied her mind.
11:30 a.m.
Shima, Arash’ sister, weeping came to the adult men. They were in the middle of a hot game. At the first step, they didn’t take her seriously, but kid’s sustainable crying aroused their suspicion. They inquired her; she pointed at the sea murmuring Arash. With a halting answer and a childlike tone the little kid told them Arash was drowning. The reckless father rushed to the scene.
11:40 a.m.
All the men jumped into the sea. Confused and passionate, aimlessly, they were searching for the kid everywhere. There was no trace of Arash. Nobody had time to regret and blame himself for being careless. Calling his name several times, Ahmad saw the boy’s body floating on the vast sea, precisely, in the left side of the camp. They swam there, rescued and carried him on the shoulders, and put his little motionless body on the sand. The breathless and exhausted father was calling his name. Arash…dear Arash open your eyes. Peyman was calling ‘Abualfazl’. Ya Abulfazl rescue my son, rescue him. He was wrapped in a great tendency to pray and take refuge to a sacred person. He was like most of the people trying to cling to a trustworthy source. No sign of dancing, no trace of gayness could be found, probably just the songs of the goddess of death. Ahmad kept him away from the scene. The other men leapt in to the action to give first aid. Arash coughed two times. His trachea was fortunately open. He was alive but totally shocked.
12 a.m.
According to an unknown but accepted rule, common between men, they never blame each other after a tragedy. Feeling released, they were lying on the sand, but it didn’t last any longer. Eli had been disappeared. The signs of another tragedy were on the way.
00: 30 p.m.
They searched the whole villa and around it. There was no sign even the slightest one of her. The suspicion was aroused. She was probably drowning in water trying to save Arash. Again the whole rushed to the sea. Sepideh and Shohreh arrived and joined them. Shohreh, feeling relieved after being sure about his son safety, stayed out. Sepideh, historically, started swimming. The more they searched the less could find. They called the coastal guard. They searched with a motor boat, but nothing could be found. The sea was getting stormy; they left the searching on the half way. A stressful night arrived. All the headlights were focused on the sea. Even the faintest hope could settle them.
6:00 a.m. the third day
After a hard night, they were totally stressed out and out of mood. Everybody tried to find some logical reasons.” What if she left here without telling us?” Peyman said.
“She intended to leave this morning, but Sepideh urged her to stay.” Shohreh said.
“Probably one of us said something and hurt her feelings. Dear shohreh, can you remember? You told her, in the kitchen,’ you can’t do housework well ‘I guess…” Mina said.
“You are mistaken” Shohreh interrupted her, “I was just joking.”
Everybody tried to find some justifications. Ramin and Sepideh went out of the villa. Ramin believed Sepideh knew more about her and concealed. The seeds of suspicion were beginning to merge. He was in bewilderment and under pressure. Sepideh resisted. Ramin burst into rage, cursed her, and pushed her down. Shohreh intervened and separated them. Peyman joined the furious man to calm him down. Two men were strolling along the beach in silence. Ramin was regretful about that illogical reaction. He was in love with his wife.
8: oo a.m.
They came to conclusion to call the police. While they arrived, as usual asked about her exact identity. The group introduced her as Eli. The police officer said “Eli what? Elham or Elmira? Probably it’s a nickname.” Nobody knew more. Confusedly, all exchanged glances and at last focused on Sepideh. She, as the mediator, just had some trivial Information: Eli was her daughter’s teacher in the kindergarten and nothing more even her surname could be retrieved. At this part, a bitter fact was revealed. Nobody even Sepideh knew her name, just a nickname, Eli. The police officer was astonished. “How did you invite a stranger to come to the north and stay with you?” Sepideh had been a scapegoat for what happened. Eli was her daughter’s teacher and she was blameworthy for asking her to come. Ramin was gazing in bewilderment at her. “Who on earth was she?” he asked furiously, “Who told you to introduce her to Ahmad? Who are you? His sister? His mother?” She couldn’t answer. Just some desirable behaviors were enough to satisfy Sepideh to take this action.
10:30 a.m.
After two days police called them. Eli’s body was found one kilometer away on the east coast. The poor boy, engaged with her, was in the room to identify her. Motionless she was lying on the bed. Police could find the boy’s number in her call list. The boy was shouting and crying. Sepideh was staring at him as if she hadn’t known the reality.
11:15 a.m.
Arash and two other kids were playing on the coast. Arash put his little feet in the water… a kite was flying in the sky… Peyman told Ahmad he guessed Eli wasn’t a moral person, for she left her fiancé to marry him…. A… kite w…as… fly…in…. (1)
Yours truly,
S.J.
1- Based on About Elli by Asghar Farhadi
Monday, September 6, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
The most respectable parents in the world
One of the most intriguing and powerful means in the world; what causes even an animal to cherish and stay with its offspring; a noticeable token of allegiance, and what causes most of the parents to devote themselves to the babies is nothing but a feature which humans and other animals have in common; that’s nothing but instinct. To clarify the issue we try to acquaint you with different samples .We can see and hear, every now and then, unbelievably even a carnivore cherishes its youth wholeheartedly as if brought its nature under question. So, is there any noticeable distinction between human beings and animals or we are just supposed to be humans in the widespread range of creatures and nothing more?
Have you ever seen some lovely creatures with their upright postures in the Antarctic? The tallest and heaviest of its own species; staggering, they are distinguished by the black dorsal part of the body which is sharply separated from the white belly. Like other polar animals they seem so resistant to the harsh weather. They start courtship at the temperature below -40 degrees centigrade; a lone male gives a display and places its head on his chest and somehow bow to the future partner. The same happens on the behalf of another mate. The intimacy will lead to lay eggs. The mother’s nutritional reserves are exhausted and very thoroughly she transfers the egg to the father; the most risky process lies here; not every couple are capable to handle it successfully; just a slip may lead to a disaster, and the offspring may be condemned to death; it can never withstand the freezing temperature and icy ground; just two minutes is enough to put its life in danger. The cautious and warmhearted parents do the mission carefully, and perhaps it’s the matter of instinct. The female leaves the colony to forage food in the open sea; incubating an egg in his pouch, just the male stays there; 64 consecutive days up to hatching; to survive the harsh cold and wind the males take turns huddling; there is a circle and poor guys take turns approaching the center of it to provide more chance to keep the eggs warm. The hardship of keeping eggs between the feet is so noticeable especially for this long span. After chicks have hatched, they demand more and more dads’ support. By the time the eggs hatch, the males will have fasted for 115 days since they entered the rookery; if the female doesn’t return to the rookery, male is given freedom to choose: leaving the cheek on the icy ground and heading for the open sea or staying there and being starved to the death. Here stands one of the most loyal and conscientious creatures in the world- the empire penguin.
And now the most dangerous and bloodthirsty creatures in the world; it’s a predator with a strong mouth containing 30-40 teeth in each jaw; a masterpiece of wild animals specialized for crushing and drawing the preys to the water. After reproduction process in water, most of the eggs are buried in the sand, mud or other appropriate places. She covers the eggs with rotten vegetable, and provides a wet and warm place for them. After having hatched, the heroine transfers numerous babies to water; their first acquaintance with the habitat. Astonishingly this wild haunter, never sympathizes any preys, takes the best strategies to carry the babies in the safest manner. Babies are lying between mother’s sharp teeth that can be interlocked firmly; no scars or even a crack is left during the risky performance. Here stands one of the most dangerous predators and the mastermind of murdering- the crocodile.
They are just simple examples of the real life; a strong desire called instinct causes creatures to give birth and raise babies, offspring et cetera; seemingly a reasonable way to let the circle of life sustain. Now what’s your idea? What draws a distinction between animals and these so- called human beings? Probably just the humanity and being genetically hard- wired even unintentionally. Who knows?
An enthusiastic observer of the nature,
S.J.
Have you ever seen some lovely creatures with their upright postures in the Antarctic? The tallest and heaviest of its own species; staggering, they are distinguished by the black dorsal part of the body which is sharply separated from the white belly. Like other polar animals they seem so resistant to the harsh weather. They start courtship at the temperature below -40 degrees centigrade; a lone male gives a display and places its head on his chest and somehow bow to the future partner. The same happens on the behalf of another mate. The intimacy will lead to lay eggs. The mother’s nutritional reserves are exhausted and very thoroughly she transfers the egg to the father; the most risky process lies here; not every couple are capable to handle it successfully; just a slip may lead to a disaster, and the offspring may be condemned to death; it can never withstand the freezing temperature and icy ground; just two minutes is enough to put its life in danger. The cautious and warmhearted parents do the mission carefully, and perhaps it’s the matter of instinct. The female leaves the colony to forage food in the open sea; incubating an egg in his pouch, just the male stays there; 64 consecutive days up to hatching; to survive the harsh cold and wind the males take turns huddling; there is a circle and poor guys take turns approaching the center of it to provide more chance to keep the eggs warm. The hardship of keeping eggs between the feet is so noticeable especially for this long span. After chicks have hatched, they demand more and more dads’ support. By the time the eggs hatch, the males will have fasted for 115 days since they entered the rookery; if the female doesn’t return to the rookery, male is given freedom to choose: leaving the cheek on the icy ground and heading for the open sea or staying there and being starved to the death. Here stands one of the most loyal and conscientious creatures in the world- the empire penguin.
And now the most dangerous and bloodthirsty creatures in the world; it’s a predator with a strong mouth containing 30-40 teeth in each jaw; a masterpiece of wild animals specialized for crushing and drawing the preys to the water. After reproduction process in water, most of the eggs are buried in the sand, mud or other appropriate places. She covers the eggs with rotten vegetable, and provides a wet and warm place for them. After having hatched, the heroine transfers numerous babies to water; their first acquaintance with the habitat. Astonishingly this wild haunter, never sympathizes any preys, takes the best strategies to carry the babies in the safest manner. Babies are lying between mother’s sharp teeth that can be interlocked firmly; no scars or even a crack is left during the risky performance. Here stands one of the most dangerous predators and the mastermind of murdering- the crocodile.
They are just simple examples of the real life; a strong desire called instinct causes creatures to give birth and raise babies, offspring et cetera; seemingly a reasonable way to let the circle of life sustain. Now what’s your idea? What draws a distinction between animals and these so- called human beings? Probably just the humanity and being genetically hard- wired even unintentionally. Who knows?
An enthusiastic observer of the nature,
S.J.
Monday, January 25, 2010
A Gate to Life
Mummification was a common method in the ancient times. Our ancestors believed that body was a gate to the after life, so it had to be preserved by some materials. In this way, the sacred body, accompanied by soul, could start its journey to the eternal life. Lots of efforts have been done to discover the remnants of mummies especially in Egypt, and, first of all, the Pyramids. Although mummification may occur as a result of natural elements: humidity, extreme coldness, lack of air and so forth, but here we face a good example of mummifying by using chemicals.
It’s 3300 B.C… One of the Pharaoh’s belongings is close to death. Her family and companions experience the most dreadful moments in the world. Outside the palace some preparations are being done. In the room specialized for the mummification all the experts are ready. Another world isn’t a far cry, so the officials should equip the body with the fragrant materials, and allow it to rest in peace. Ka, the flying soul, is waiting impatiently to join, and just a desired container can welcome it. Cries arose. The lady in agony is now dead. Three souls departed the body the very moments after death. Now the corpse should be passed through some rooms to gain necessary qualifications for this crucial journey. The agents are ready; they put her on the alter; no need to be sacrificed; she’s already dead. Motionless she lies and lets the agents to purify the body with water. This stage resembles Muslim’s Ghosl after death. Fortunately we don’t have to experience what comes next.
Now we are standing here- in one of the labyrinth leading to pharaoh’s tomb. I can’t remember his exact name. We face a scattered body in debt to mummification for its remaining parts. The corpse is lying peacefully in the coffin. Our research team, this morning, hired some labors to carry the body out of a place somehow like a crypt. A lift was installed at the mouth of the crypt; Ms. Sheriff, an expert of archeology, as the representative of Egypt’s government accompanies us. The multinational team is supposed to go through one the most important discoveries in one of the corridors ending in the Pyramids. The corpse was found totally by chance. All of a sudden a loaded mule plunged; the owner had to leap in to action; surprisingly or not, he found the case of our study. Now we are at the scene.
After a brief face-off I can read her mind and understand the torture she experienced It’s lying on the gurney; After the process of purification with water and scented materials, the body goes through other process; an incision is made in the left side, and all organs including intestines, stomach, lungs, kidneys and et cetera are removed; heart is an exception. The corpse needs its heart in this transition. In the next step they will insert hooks through nostrils, and pull the brain out. It can be discarded soon after.
So cautious we should be not to lose any tricky moments. Just, just a mistake can cause a great loss, the loss of a part of the history; the body will collapse- an evident from the past, an opening to the future. Ms. Sheriff is in charge of the team. Ropes are being sent down. Two experts, one American and the next Swedish take this crucial responsibility; they, standing and staying by the corpse, never dare to make an uncontrolled movement.
The body is covered in natron – a kind of salt. It accelerates dehydration and makes the body dried out; the body should be left outside in the specified place for forty days; When it’s fully dehydrated, it should be wrapped in a natron-soaked bondage which covers it from head to toe; in the last stage An appropriate mask should be used according to its social class.
The whole team is anxious. Just a movement, just an uncontrolled movement can put an end to it; some colleagues are in the laboratory waiting impatiently to meet her. The whole coffin is enrolled in ropes; they are being pulled up bit by bit; all are under the command of somehow corpulent Egyptian lady, Ms. Sheriff. The progress is just about one or two inches per movement. Another problem arises; the mouth of the crypt isn’t large enough to allow the coffin to pass easily; the labors have to be more cautious; just a hit is enough to ruin the whole wishes of the team.
In one of the corridors connected to this part Jessie, sitting on a stool, is removing dust from a jug carefully. Who knows what is expecting her inside? She uses diverse bushes, specialized for one part; each stroke should be planned. No time and chance for a slip.
A robot is passing through the corridors; nobody knows the exact purpose behind the construction of these firmly connected corridors; hidden roads to the pharaoh’s tomb; just through graphics we can have a look on it; archeologists like to penetrate the fact; these corridors were constructed in the walls around the tomb; Bob is monitoring robot by the intervals of one or to seconds; high accuracy is needed; Passing some bumpers, it can’t sustain; Bob is doing his best to remove difficulty; after a five minute hesitation, it can pass the obstacle; the little researcher goes on; after taking several steps, it encounters a closed gate; no way to escape; Bob should interfere; no way even an opening; Bob zooms the camera connected to the robot; there are some cracks and signs on he gate; Mary, Bob’s colleague speculates it’s a door to the next labyrinth or probably to the pharaoh’s tomb; nobody is certain; the only access to the robot is just an opening in the wall of one of the rooms where the research team stays; no progress; nobody can have an access to the mysterious world concealed behind this door; being short of time, discovery is left on the half way.
Charles, the Austrian member, is checking other activities running simultaneously. But now, he is standing by Jessie who is suspended between bewilderment and anxiety. After dust has been removed, Lucy tries to open the lid carefully. Passing centuries have put an airtight seal on it. If you do it in your kitchen, it may seem a piece of cake to screw off and on a jar; if the process doesn’t go well, you can open it by force, but here no force, no additional pressure is allowed. The practical usage of physics rules lies here.
Now it’s time to return to Ms. Sheriff and her team. The exit has been enlarged somehow. I guess they’d better measure it in advanced. Now everything seems so promising; the labors take the coffin and put it on the ground. The whole team is intoxicated. Now it should be sent to the lab. There, the internal part can be seen by x-ray without making even a slight hit.
Jessie did her best to open the lid; no sign of success; it should be sent to the lab; again x-ray can reveal the historical mystery behind the jug sealed with a mixture of mud and a kind of adhesive material common at that time ;now we can just make some speculations; probably it contains some parts of the pharaoh’s body or newly discovered body, some jewelry buried with the body which were left by thieves there, or no simply we face a jug full of edible materials for Egyptian workers sealed during the ages.
Jessie, Bob, Ms. Sheriff and I, the Iranian member of the team, are on the way to lab, burning in the desire of getting more clues from the past. Other members of the group left there earlier with the loot. After a busy day, all try to remain silent and contemplate. Who knows what is expecting us in the lab? A new advantage or no just some proofs to previous discoveries. Result aside, I’m so proud of being a member of this discovery, a new approach to the underground world- the world of the dead.
Yours truly,
S.J.
It’s 3300 B.C… One of the Pharaoh’s belongings is close to death. Her family and companions experience the most dreadful moments in the world. Outside the palace some preparations are being done. In the room specialized for the mummification all the experts are ready. Another world isn’t a far cry, so the officials should equip the body with the fragrant materials, and allow it to rest in peace. Ka, the flying soul, is waiting impatiently to join, and just a desired container can welcome it. Cries arose. The lady in agony is now dead. Three souls departed the body the very moments after death. Now the corpse should be passed through some rooms to gain necessary qualifications for this crucial journey. The agents are ready; they put her on the alter; no need to be sacrificed; she’s already dead. Motionless she lies and lets the agents to purify the body with water. This stage resembles Muslim’s Ghosl after death. Fortunately we don’t have to experience what comes next.
Now we are standing here- in one of the labyrinth leading to pharaoh’s tomb. I can’t remember his exact name. We face a scattered body in debt to mummification for its remaining parts. The corpse is lying peacefully in the coffin. Our research team, this morning, hired some labors to carry the body out of a place somehow like a crypt. A lift was installed at the mouth of the crypt; Ms. Sheriff, an expert of archeology, as the representative of Egypt’s government accompanies us. The multinational team is supposed to go through one the most important discoveries in one of the corridors ending in the Pyramids. The corpse was found totally by chance. All of a sudden a loaded mule plunged; the owner had to leap in to action; surprisingly or not, he found the case of our study. Now we are at the scene.
After a brief face-off I can read her mind and understand the torture she experienced It’s lying on the gurney; After the process of purification with water and scented materials, the body goes through other process; an incision is made in the left side, and all organs including intestines, stomach, lungs, kidneys and et cetera are removed; heart is an exception. The corpse needs its heart in this transition. In the next step they will insert hooks through nostrils, and pull the brain out. It can be discarded soon after.
So cautious we should be not to lose any tricky moments. Just, just a mistake can cause a great loss, the loss of a part of the history; the body will collapse- an evident from the past, an opening to the future. Ms. Sheriff is in charge of the team. Ropes are being sent down. Two experts, one American and the next Swedish take this crucial responsibility; they, standing and staying by the corpse, never dare to make an uncontrolled movement.
The body is covered in natron – a kind of salt. It accelerates dehydration and makes the body dried out; the body should be left outside in the specified place for forty days; When it’s fully dehydrated, it should be wrapped in a natron-soaked bondage which covers it from head to toe; in the last stage An appropriate mask should be used according to its social class.
The whole team is anxious. Just a movement, just an uncontrolled movement can put an end to it; some colleagues are in the laboratory waiting impatiently to meet her. The whole coffin is enrolled in ropes; they are being pulled up bit by bit; all are under the command of somehow corpulent Egyptian lady, Ms. Sheriff. The progress is just about one or two inches per movement. Another problem arises; the mouth of the crypt isn’t large enough to allow the coffin to pass easily; the labors have to be more cautious; just a hit is enough to ruin the whole wishes of the team.
In one of the corridors connected to this part Jessie, sitting on a stool, is removing dust from a jug carefully. Who knows what is expecting her inside? She uses diverse bushes, specialized for one part; each stroke should be planned. No time and chance for a slip.
A robot is passing through the corridors; nobody knows the exact purpose behind the construction of these firmly connected corridors; hidden roads to the pharaoh’s tomb; just through graphics we can have a look on it; archeologists like to penetrate the fact; these corridors were constructed in the walls around the tomb; Bob is monitoring robot by the intervals of one or to seconds; high accuracy is needed; Passing some bumpers, it can’t sustain; Bob is doing his best to remove difficulty; after a five minute hesitation, it can pass the obstacle; the little researcher goes on; after taking several steps, it encounters a closed gate; no way to escape; Bob should interfere; no way even an opening; Bob zooms the camera connected to the robot; there are some cracks and signs on he gate; Mary, Bob’s colleague speculates it’s a door to the next labyrinth or probably to the pharaoh’s tomb; nobody is certain; the only access to the robot is just an opening in the wall of one of the rooms where the research team stays; no progress; nobody can have an access to the mysterious world concealed behind this door; being short of time, discovery is left on the half way.
Charles, the Austrian member, is checking other activities running simultaneously. But now, he is standing by Jessie who is suspended between bewilderment and anxiety. After dust has been removed, Lucy tries to open the lid carefully. Passing centuries have put an airtight seal on it. If you do it in your kitchen, it may seem a piece of cake to screw off and on a jar; if the process doesn’t go well, you can open it by force, but here no force, no additional pressure is allowed. The practical usage of physics rules lies here.
Now it’s time to return to Ms. Sheriff and her team. The exit has been enlarged somehow. I guess they’d better measure it in advanced. Now everything seems so promising; the labors take the coffin and put it on the ground. The whole team is intoxicated. Now it should be sent to the lab. There, the internal part can be seen by x-ray without making even a slight hit.
Jessie did her best to open the lid; no sign of success; it should be sent to the lab; again x-ray can reveal the historical mystery behind the jug sealed with a mixture of mud and a kind of adhesive material common at that time ;now we can just make some speculations; probably it contains some parts of the pharaoh’s body or newly discovered body, some jewelry buried with the body which were left by thieves there, or no simply we face a jug full of edible materials for Egyptian workers sealed during the ages.
Jessie, Bob, Ms. Sheriff and I, the Iranian member of the team, are on the way to lab, burning in the desire of getting more clues from the past. Other members of the group left there earlier with the loot. After a busy day, all try to remain silent and contemplate. Who knows what is expecting us in the lab? A new advantage or no just some proofs to previous discoveries. Result aside, I’m so proud of being a member of this discovery, a new approach to the underground world- the world of the dead.
Yours truly,
S.J.
Friday, May 1, 2009
To you, My dear little son,
These days, I’m in the middle of a great challenge; my friends can see me enrolled in emotions; no noticeable change in the hormones, but meeting you, spending much more time with you, and trying to understand you, you my dear adopted son.
We are supposed to keep you for a short span, the favorite time to examine the degree of our patience, tolerance, and our real desire to have a baby of our own; we are in debt to you for this fabulous chance to face a new world, the world of parents.
Stretching your body, I was staring at you; how capable you are to react to the environmental elements quickly. There is no even a slight similarity between your eyes and ours; no sign of my eyelashes or your father’s appreciable green pupils mixtured with some brown spots, a real sketch of beauty!
Hearing my voice, you open your eyes and gaze at me, the initial signs of acquaintance between us, the first opening of hope and, perhaps, the first symbols of exchanging greetings.
You make the memory of your ancestors alive, and the eternal memory of the time, the time of being a mom; your eyes, arms, legs, and even your fingers make me love you wholeheartedly. Once, when you are sleeping, I should cut your fingernails to prevent you hurting yourself, and what about your hair? Gosh, my darling is totally bald!
Like other kids, you are an inborn swimmer to cherish the time existing in your mother’s womb, my dear son.
Around two weeks ago, for the first time, when you took a step to meet us, we promised to keep you like the apple of our eyes, to let you feel free to pass this experimental period successfully; regarding the regulations, after two month, if we prove our qualifications, they’ll let us to have you as our adopted son, and no difference that another mother raised you and waited for months to meet you; now I’m your mother.
For two days, I couldn’t pay much attention to you owing to suffering of a kind of digestive problem; perhaps now you’ve got milky eyes and cloudy skin patches due to poor nutrition.
Wait, wait for a day to grow up enough and then I promise you to find your real parents or, at least, send you to your real habitat sea, where you for the first time opened your eyes toward the scene of waves, found your way to sea with your other brothers and sisters; accept my condolences for losing some of them, sacrificed on the half way.
Now, I’m staying here looking at you to cherish the sensation of your first encounter with sea, my dear adopted son, my little turtle.
We are supposed to keep you for a short span, the favorite time to examine the degree of our patience, tolerance, and our real desire to have a baby of our own; we are in debt to you for this fabulous chance to face a new world, the world of parents.
Stretching your body, I was staring at you; how capable you are to react to the environmental elements quickly. There is no even a slight similarity between your eyes and ours; no sign of my eyelashes or your father’s appreciable green pupils mixtured with some brown spots, a real sketch of beauty!
Hearing my voice, you open your eyes and gaze at me, the initial signs of acquaintance between us, the first opening of hope and, perhaps, the first symbols of exchanging greetings.
You make the memory of your ancestors alive, and the eternal memory of the time, the time of being a mom; your eyes, arms, legs, and even your fingers make me love you wholeheartedly. Once, when you are sleeping, I should cut your fingernails to prevent you hurting yourself, and what about your hair? Gosh, my darling is totally bald!
Like other kids, you are an inborn swimmer to cherish the time existing in your mother’s womb, my dear son.
Around two weeks ago, for the first time, when you took a step to meet us, we promised to keep you like the apple of our eyes, to let you feel free to pass this experimental period successfully; regarding the regulations, after two month, if we prove our qualifications, they’ll let us to have you as our adopted son, and no difference that another mother raised you and waited for months to meet you; now I’m your mother.
For two days, I couldn’t pay much attention to you owing to suffering of a kind of digestive problem; perhaps now you’ve got milky eyes and cloudy skin patches due to poor nutrition.
Wait, wait for a day to grow up enough and then I promise you to find your real parents or, at least, send you to your real habitat sea, where you for the first time opened your eyes toward the scene of waves, found your way to sea with your other brothers and sisters; accept my condolences for losing some of them, sacrificed on the half way.
Now, I’m staying here looking at you to cherish the sensation of your first encounter with sea, my dear adopted son, my little turtle.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Welcome to my private sanctuary
I don't know when but once I heard " If you like to explain yourself, stick to writing and try to keep a pen in reach.", and the history of my sanctuary started. I guess just through the world of the words we are capable to elaborate our attitudes, to expand them, and to reach our so-called marvellous goals. On the one hand some famous sayings (Hadits) emphesise on being cautious and trying to avoid any kinds of talking beyond what's mandatory,but on the other we should talk to improve our thoughts, to expand them, and to learn better, as Paolo Kolio said. To be on the safe side, I give a try to both of them every now and then, but as you probably know; owing to being far far away from the real methods of contemplating and not being so capable on this field, sometimes I go to the extreme; and just God is aware of the degree of my sorrow.
My thoughts are my kids, some blossems growing and growing in my mind, and when I show them to the others, I proudly say look at mywell-grown kids!
I guess I possess one of the secrets of the world, and perhaps the main secret of creativity, the basis of imagination, and more noticeable portion of our fate;and I, in spite of being apparently sociable, fell in love with this lovely creature, solitude. Surprisingly, most of the peopole search the peace in talking and talking, and they easily ignore the value of registering their temporary and prominent ideas on the piece of a paper.
Now, I'm here on this blog. Although I'm not a formal member of the class, a good excuse is winking me to open a new gate to my mind, to discover the hidden labyrinth of it, and ultimately to let my intimate friends know me better. Welcome to my dear private sanctuary, the sanctuary of my mind.
My thoughts are my kids, some blossems growing and growing in my mind, and when I show them to the others, I proudly say look at mywell-grown kids!
I guess I possess one of the secrets of the world, and perhaps the main secret of creativity, the basis of imagination, and more noticeable portion of our fate;and I, in spite of being apparently sociable, fell in love with this lovely creature, solitude. Surprisingly, most of the peopole search the peace in talking and talking, and they easily ignore the value of registering their temporary and prominent ideas on the piece of a paper.
Now, I'm here on this blog. Although I'm not a formal member of the class, a good excuse is winking me to open a new gate to my mind, to discover the hidden labyrinth of it, and ultimately to let my intimate friends know me better. Welcome to my dear private sanctuary, the sanctuary of my mind.
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