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Just Breathe
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By Neda Najibi
June 2001
The Iranian

Hengameh and Sirus - Part IIII
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Her sister was clearly jealous of Hengameh's success and charismatic nature. She was jealous because she wanted Hengameh's life and didn't, due to her own decisions, which led her to drugs, sex, and frequent trips to the tattoo parlor.

Hengameh began to think about her marriage and was determined to make her family happy. She didn't want to fail in her father's eyes so she told her father that she would stop seeing Sirus.

She called his and said she had to speak to him right away. He rushed over and Hengameh told him everything that had happened. Sirus immediately knew that this was her sister's doing and reassured her that he would fix everything.

He made airline reservations from her apartment so that he can meet with her father face to face. Hengameh was so nervous and made her own reservations and decided to take a vacation. She left immediately for the Bahamas and stayed there on a secluded section of the island in a private bungalow and just planned out her life -- literally for the next ten years.

She continued thinking of her husband and wrote this poem:

All day you work without a sigh, you labor in this little town,
while at night you read with blood shot eyes and happily dream
for that dream to be found. Your routine was to live, to love,
for after all, it is your life, your town, your home.
You are with family and friends you adore
but don't forget the girl you married.

Days turned into months and months turned into years,
her life consisted of nothing more than time.
Her heart only filled with your every thought.
Her soul flashed with your angery tone.
Now she sleeps all alone.

You've towered even though you were doubted.
You've become what you knew not.
Her goal was for you to love
and to believe in yourself
and this was achieved, bless her soul.
To love and to serve the man she adored and married
- this too was her accomplished goal.

She stood behind you when she herself needed to lean.
She gave up her home more than once, twice, too many times.
All so you'd achieve.
She forgot herself, hoping you'd remember.
It's a pity you forgot her.

When she came back from the Bahamas, Sirus was waiting for her at her apartment. He just looked at her and told her "Good-bye". She went into her apartment and unpacked and cried. She was confused.

 

 

 

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