Serendipity Island
I wish that the fog
is so thick that only a handful of people could ever set foot on
Kish
By Azar Fisher
February 12, 2004
iranian.com
We visited Kish, an Island south of Iran recently.
We tried to ignore the cans and empty bottles of water here and
there and focus on the perfect color of the sky and many shades
of the blue in the sea. As if its creator could not quite decide
which color to pick to paint the sea and decided to throw all the
shades in.
We went to see the Greek Ship which has
been stranded in the Persian Gulf's water for more than
40 years. They say no one knows exactly why the ship was not able
to move after it got close to the shore of Kish island. But I'll
let you in a little
secret: I think it saw the most beautiful sunset and decided that
it wants to watch it forever.
We also went to see the 2000-year-old underground
canal
structure (ghanat) that had been carved by the locals
years ago, and quenched the thirst of the kind-hearted people of
this island for
many years. I bet we could have heard the sound of many hammers
on the walls had the three of us listened carefully in that silent
night. There is still hope to keep the environment of this
island as beautiful and clean as it deserves to be. I know that
all the
great white
corals are history now and I saw how many people took these things
for granted.
But I found some secluded places that you could
still see hundreds of different sea snails in different shades
and sizes that were
moving with their little feet on huge rocks all covered with bright
green sea weeds.
Sure, I saw a grown woman who started collecting
them despite my protest but I also heard about our other friend
who took a bag and collected garbage along the shore. We saw exotic
fish swimming close to the shore still naïve to the dangers
that this pompous being could threaten them with.
Luckily almost
everyone who comes to Kish is consumed with long hours of shopping
but that is deemed to change. When you go there, please be careful
not to bother the serene sleep of sea shells and don't stain
the tranquility of that ship with all the cans and bottles and
tea bags and please, leave the sea's treasures for other
people to enjoy.
This is the "serendipity island"; I wish that the fog
is so thick that only a handful of people could ever set foot on
its white shores and among those who do, I hope there are enough
of those who respect its blue colors and the breeze which caresses
your every cell inside out; a place where you wish to turn into
a seagull and roam on this paradise forever. .................... Kill spam!
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