The hard life of Laleh As a teacher who spent many years with the students and had close contact with them, I heard a lot of real stories about them, or they told me. All these stories are real and pure; I only changed the name of the persons. I do not know if to write the real stories of my friends or student will help the other students not to repeat their mistakes.
My student was from different countries with different religions and different way of thinking. They were connected with one or more school of thinking in their lives and some of them were even badly influences by different ideology. Even later that I thought in the government offices to the engineers and high class officers in the government for sending them to Europe or Germany for further experiences of special study, I had the same feeling for them, like my brothers, or friends.
I was not indifferent with them and wanted to help them. I started the teaching from the kindergarten in Germany. I came to Germany to study medicine, but one day in the way to university, I saw a kindergarten, the children were playing on the ground, they were beautiful and have nice clothes and were happy, running around. This beauty attracted me to be their teacher. The children had different colors from blond, white blond, gold blond, brown, dark blond, dark brown to black hair and their combination and the skin colors were so beautiful; if you are in a garden full or nice and different color flowers.
Their clothes were also different, most girls had red and yellow, orange and purple colors and the boys had green, blue, dark blue and brown colors clothes, so many nice colors and nice beautiful young girls and boy attracted me, to choose to be a teacher. Later as I got older, continue my teaching in elementary school, middle school, high school and universities and now I am teaching in different classes at the state secretary for the people who are engineers. I was hired by German companies to teach German language and technical languages to the Iranian engineers.
I had as I said students from the different religion, nationalities and races. And I did work with students with different cultures and languages. I was teacher in Africa, Europe, Asia and America. But I loved them like my own children and brothers or sisters. They were part of me with the time; I feel they are my own children. Many times my son told me, you love your students more than us. Which was not true, I loved them like my children and not more than my own children.
As I saw my students have problems in their life, I tried very hard to help them. But what can a teacher do? Most my Iranian students had religion or political problems. My other friends who were also teacher have the same feeling for their students; you cannot be indifferent with your students. Most of them told the real stories of their students to me and I tried to keep them in my mind and write them down. The real teacher is that teacher who can help their students to be successful in their life. The teacher who does not love his/her students is not a normal person. I saw teachers who were cruel or indifferent to their students. They wanted to show their students that they know more and they are boss.
And humiliate their students and laugh at them. Or if they were not successful these type of teacher were happy. This is not exaggeration, I saw a teacher who was really happy as his student failed. I saw even at the university that the so called assistant professor was happy as his student failed. Instead of being his spiritual parent and help and forgiven him, he wanted to destroy him, because he was may be jealous about him. What can we do, we all are human being and we are the sinners as the Bible says. The teacher should burn like a candle to give light, knowledge and love to his/her students. Not to be happy when a student is not successful. The first time that I got a teaching position, they send me to the South of Tehran.
They told me the students in the South are poor, impolite and rude. And they tease their teacher a lot and have fun. But even that students as they saw their teacher love them and want to help them, they changed their attitude and were nice and friendly to the teacher and they did whatever the teacher asked them, and they tried to learn more to satisfied the teacher and they cleaned the classroom to make the teacher happier. Whatever I asked them, they performed for me. The human being is slave of love, and the young people want love, the love can be form the parent or teacher, they will accept it and they will be happy. One day Surena was reading a Persian poem; the one who wanted to see me burning should come now and see me burning from the far place. I said what has happened that you are reading or chanting this poem?
He said two of my students were hanged up and executed by the government Islamic of Iran. Because they were Mojahedin. These nice and friendly children were in a trap of people who misuse them for having power and money. My nice students the; followers who were so intelligent have been brutally executed. They were misused by the bad people for their benefits. I had students who have communist friends, so they had interest about communist philosophy and they thought that school is fine, later they had American friends so after a while they love capitalist system. It is clear that youth will follow what ever is said to him and he will influenced by people around him.
Even the adult will change their minds, if they have close friend with other ideas. Sorena told me; I am a teacher I do not care if my student if the son of an ayatollah or the son of a communist. If his father believe in God or he is atheist. Both of them are my students and l like them and want to transfer my knowledge to them. Their execution is painful for me; they are like my own children. For me the girl in Islamic dress and covered head and body is my beloved student as the girl who come in the class with mini clothes and; she let the whole body of her been seen by other people. To teach in international school and other countries had this advantage that you see everything is relative and nothing is absolute. In India, the girl family supports the man and they find a husband for their daughter and give a lot of capital to him, in the East the boy’s family go after the girl and find a girl for their son.
In Europe the young people try to find by themselves a wife or a husband and they stay long together without marriage certificate. In Africa there is the total freedom, the girl will be pregnant from her boy friend or another man, that does not bother her mother or father so much. In the Middle East if a girl is not virgin and lost her virginity before official marriage, is very bad and is in the same level as prostitute. But in the West, that is not so bad. If you want to measure one culture with the measurement of another culture, you will have a false result. Surena continued that the boy from Denmark had the same value for me as the girl from Korea or Japan or the other boy from Hungry.
I will enjoy my self if they are successful in their life and if they learn very well in the time that I am their teacher. In the time my friend told me that my Bulgarian student is the second person in the Embassy of Bulgaria, or my Hungarian student is the head of Siemens; I was very delighted. The teacher works with love and interest, he/she cannot be indifferent and hard. Serious in the lesson but soft in the result. I could not be indifferent for the beautiful painting Kati Markey created. Or the nice composition that Arman or Agnes wrote. They explain all details in their composition so nice that I was very proud to have them as my students. They were brilliant students.
I was as happy as I saw my students can write better than me and can paint or drew nicer than me. I was never jealous about them at all. My Koran girl painted such a nice face from Brigitte Bardow that I could not do it. I told very humbled to the Koran girl, that you are very good, I could not create such a nice face as you did. That is the proud of a teacher if she/he sees his/her students are more advanced than him/her. One day Katy told to Surena, I can paint better than you and you agreed this. I told Katy you have a teacher like me that I love you, but I had a teacher who was jealous in the time that I create a nice composition and he always tried to find a point which could accept as negative and give me a bad score.
I read one day a very nice composition, all the students in class room were excited and said very loud, very good, very nice. But the teacher told me you composition was just nice words putting nicely together and did not have a literature value at all. All children cried he should get twenty. From twenty to zero. He gave me thirteen, which is a bad number. But Surena was not a teacher who will do the same thing to his students. He loved them and wanted to train and teach them as far as he can. Katy Markey bothered Surena in the class, because she was proud that she can paint better than the teacher, and the teacher told this. But Surena called her father and his cooperation, Katy get nice to Surena again and did not bothered him any more. Surena was the teacher for language and fine arts, and he loves the beauty and aesthetic of life.
He trained students so that they should respect the beauty of the world, the flowers, the birds, the animal kingdom, the nature, the body of human being. And as a fine arts teacher he gave the good measurement for finding the beauty. For example the combination of muscles and their form in human body or animal kingdom. In his house in North Tehran, he had all flowers that you can find in the world. All colors and all type of nice flowers. He had also all type of fruit trees that can survive in Tehran weather. And the rest of flowers and trees were in his green house. The international school pays good salary to Surena and because he had a rich father, so he managed to have a nice life plus a nice garden in Tehran.
As I told his house was a garden full of different flowers and fruit trees. Our painter teacher managed all of them in a very good shape. His house was really like a nice museum of flowers and fruit trees. And in his building he hanged out the best painting he finished with the help of his students. Most of paintings were framed very nice in the Persian frame, which called Khatam Kari. Surena had two gardeners and also a maid, but he worked himself more than they did, and they just helped him. Or they worked under his supervision only. Under Surena student was a girl, very beautiful half European and half Iranian. Her mother father was Iranian and her mother was also Iranian but born in Europe and she counted herself as European.
The father of this beauty was an engineer a very rich engineer from Tehran and her mother was a beauty model in Germany and London. Her father met the mother in a beauty salon and fell in love with her beauty and married her. She was a very simple woman without a high degree of education. So Laleh had her beauty from the mother side mostly. She was a gorgeous corky girl, on the street everybody looked at her beauty and sometimes the people even looked back to continue to enjoy seeing her beauty. And some women even said how beautiful you are girl. God be with you and support your beauty and you.
May be they knew that the very beautiful girls will be the victim of the society. Laleh had very big nice green eyes, with long slashes which were returned to the back like an S. A very nice tall body, slim and with nice bottom like two big eggs, in which the round big sides of them were in upper part of her body. A waste of her was very small and thin. Almost like her neck. Her legs were long and bony and nice done. Her hand and her eyes were fair and dark blond. Her fingers were long and beautiful. The God created a nice woman and gave everything nice and beautiful to her. Her skin was white and shiny.
And her nose and lips were also perfect. Her long dark blond hair with her happy face was also a good and nice combination. She was more like and angel than a student in the thirteen grade of high school. She was a nice and simple hearted girl, and as they people admired her too much, she thought she will have no problems in the life. She could be very easily beauty queen. She was about 172 centimeter tall. She was in the top, a rich father, a beautiful perfect body and face, good education in the best expensive international school in Tehran, nice big and expensive house, private drivers, gardeners, cooks and maids , male servants were all under her command and they were happy; if they could do something for Laleh.
Such a nice life was a dream for many girls and boys at that time. She speaks also nicely and never had I seen her without laughing. Laleh finished the high school which was after the German educational program, and had thirteen classes. She finished the thirteen grades with very good score and went to the USA for further study. After three years she got her BA degree and came back to Tehran and worked in a state secretary as a secretary. Her boss was a PhD graduate from Germany. She came very fast back to Iran, as she knows English, German, French and Persian very well, so she finished the university in the shortest time which was possible. And because she knows four languages, she got that top job.
Her boss was a friend of Surena and he invited Surena to visit him in his office in Tehran. Surena was teaching in the international school and also he was teaching at the university as a part time instructor. The boss of Laleh had an issue and wanted to consult with Surena. Laleh was may be twenty two years old and sat behind a very huge and nice table and it seemed she was very happy with her job and position. She stands up to respect her former or ex teacher and like a professional secretary guide me to his boss room Dr. B. Dr. came out of behind his table and sat together with me in the sofa in his office. And few minutes later Laleh came also with some documents in this room and joined their consultation.
With the beginning so called the revolution in Tehran, the offices were lose and the work was not done as before; may be it was boring for Laleh and she went back to UK. Her father had a lot of nice houses and apartments in Tehran; he had also houses in London and Germany. Surena also lost a lot of his activities and so he let his beautiful house museum behind and went to London. Suren found a job in London as a teacher and as he worked many years in the international schools in Tehran; he could adjust himself very easily with the new environmental situation. Laleh was living with a boy from Tehran, he was a taxi driver in Tehran; he was from a poor family and uneducated personality he had, he drank too much and tried to have fun always. He gambled also if he has some extra money.
He was such type that does not want to be serious in the life and change their position by working hard and learning hard. They want to have fun and use the life just for entertainment and making a lot of drinking ,eating and over doing sexual activities. And Laleh was one of his victims. He did a good plan and he drove Laleh in her house one day. As Laleh was half European, she did not care a lot about her attitude with other men and she feels herself free to laugh and speak with anybody. And the young driver thought that Laleh has special interest about him. As he was a professional drinker and poor play boy type he made a plan to take the poor simple girl in his trap.
He planed so nicely that every day in the time that Laleh came out of office; he was just there to take her home. He knows the time schedule of Laleh and in the time that she was finished with the work and wanted to take a taxi, he stopped in front of her. So Laleh get on his taxi, because she wanted to call a taxi. The boy who was very smart in a negative way and could play with girls and young women very easily, he tried to be more close to her and be her special friend or boy friend. Now he took her to the nice hotels and nice parties in them; the people used also wine and drugs.
And with the time also Laleh has some how interest about him. Her father was working very hard to manage his wealth and her mother was busy with buying more shoes and clothes and is more chicks in their gathering. And for her mother was normal also to have a boy friend. Surena told me that as he spent a lot of money for Laleh and takes her too many different places and let her drink and use drug free, the Laleh was soon in his hand. I saw the boy, he was a short boy, with a big head and his face was normal; he was as I said the type of people who make good money but they spent all their pennies and they do not save anything for the raining days.
To eat well and drink enough or more than enough, and spend time in fun was their goal. He was more and less like a boy friend servant to Laleh, he listen to what eve she wanted and he does what ever she asked for. All her desires were acted by the boy. So some how Laleh liked him. Sorrowfully the very beautiful girls are the victims of their activities and they plan a lot of different traps to have these types of girls. With too much artificial respect and saying a lot of over do admirations, they keep the girls in their possession. And the girl like Laleh is good victims for them. Her father has not much time for her and her mother was busy with her own fun. And she did not show any interest to have extra time for Laleh and guide her. The poor girl was on her own without any supervisor.
The life of Laleh was the same, a rich father who has no time for her, a mother who has no time either and spent the time in the mode salons and parties, and father after his business and a huge big house which was managed by maids and servants. So Laleh has been surrounded by the first man, who had a nice plan for her. How a nice beautiful girl, with high degree from US University and rich father can be open as a girl friend to a boy who has nothing. No education, not a handsome appearance and not a good job and no money also. That mean he made some money, but he spent the whole money in the same day. So after a while Laleh was pregnant from him.
This action was very hard for the poor father and destroyed his proud and moral. His friend may be mentioned to him, that his beautiful daughter is pregnant from a jerk. The father wanted to keep his reputation and he does not want that his daughter marry the jerk, so he sent his daughter to London. The poor father who thought with money can bring luck for his children; now he sees that his daughter is addicted to wine and drugs. Laleh got pregnant from him as he took her to the parties and she uses too much drugs and wine and she was may be unconscious and he acts and make her pregnant.
If a girl is drunk; it is easier to have sex with her. If in the normal time, she does not want. May be he told Laleh, use one time the drug, it is not so bad, and with the time she was addicted to the drugs also. He was willing to marry Laleh, but her father could not imagine that his beautiful girl be the wife of a boy who is gambler and drinker. Has no education and does want to work also properly. The other two daughter of Mr. R engineer have also divorced from their husbands.
And they were like pet and could not have a normal life. But this can happen to any boys and girls, and our children may meet bad people in their life. Even the people, who are very careful and do a lot of research for the future of their children, may also lose their children easily. As the people spread different traps for having their victims. These types of people are after the rich girl who is also beautiful and they try a lot of ways to get them. May be if Laleh did not drink wine and did not use the drug, the boy could not get her and make her pregnant.
Laleh was in London that the boy get visa also and went to her, to see their child, but he could not stay longer, as he could not speak the language and came back to Iran. I saw one day Laleh in the street of London. The Laleh was not the same girl who never you could see her face without laugh. She had now a serious face and no laugh and joy was in her face. She holed the hand of a little girl, who seemed very nervous one. She came to me said hello, and showed the nervous girl to me and told this is my daughter. The girl cried and was not happy at all. The girl was about two years old, but she looked very sad to her environment. She asked me to come to her house for dinner of lunch.
I was very upset as I saw my beautiful student so wired and so unhappy. So with an artificial joy I accepted her invitation. She is not the active beautiful girl any more. She is worried, her clothes are not good, the bottoms of her clothes are different colors and they are not in their right place. Her shoes are not clean. She looked very worried and she was trying to get some extra money to buy the drugs, she needed. She has no power to stay long on her feet, she cannot work properly and she cannot resist the hard situation that she faced to it. I went to her house.
This Laleh who had cook in Tehran and she prepared nice food and with beautiful appearance, now she bought some lever of chicken which is the cheapest food there and cooked them with water without any seasoning. Even the little girl refused to eat them. They did not have any taste and smell bad also. Her clothes were dirty and old, she was not a lady any more, she was much worst than a maid who is not normal and is crazy. She has no interest to do a good action or perform a good work. Her little beautiful daughter was angry and nervous and cried always, she was not happy at all.
Her condition gets worst and one day I heard that she is in hospital. Again as a teacher who has interests about his student I was worried about her so I went to the hospital to see her. The nurse guided me to her room. It was Laleh the beautiful girl who everybody wanted to see her and speak with her. Was like a flower which was destroyed completely. The Laleh who laughed always now was in the bed with skinny, bonny face and very upset looking. All her muscle was gone. She was more skin and bones. Her hair that she makes them with a lot of nice style.
Now were like treat of brown color around her face. The beauty has gone completely. Eye big green beautiful eyes which were full of light and fun, now were half closed and half open. Her father was like a crazy man and very upset was near her, and was seeing how his beautiful daughter is destroying little by little. Laleh was half conscious and half sleep and her bonny yellow colored hands were in the hand of shaking father. Even his voice was shaking. His eyes were full of tear and looked at me very sadly and said that my Laleh, my daughter.
My poor daughter who loved you so much and you ignored her so badly. She spoke in the house about you, how good and nice you are, she said I wish I could one day be with Surena. He is such a nice person and a loving teacher and friend. Why you did not chose her as your wife, why you did not answer her desire? Why you did not ask her or me to marry with you? I was amazed; I just came to see my ex student and now without any introduction, he father blamed me everything, why I did not marry her. I said quietly dear Mr. R. I did not know that Laleh loves me as a husband also, I was about six years older than her and I thought she is my student and I tried to help her in her study. She was nice and friendly to me and I loved her as my student. The parents trust me and give their children to me to educate them.
I look at them like my own children and try to help them. I cannot have personal interest about my students. But she loved you very much and she said that she even mentioned this love to you. She told me. But I was the teacher and I used this love to teach them more. But she spoke always at home about you that she loves you very much and wish to be yours. Why you did not notice her love? If you wanted her and you did ask for her hands I would be very happy to give her to you. If you married her, she would not go to the other people traps. Look in which condition is she now. But dear Mr. R. You were super rich man, the Laleh had other men in her life that were good and wanted to marry her.
He laughed bitterly and said all of them misused her beauty and were not so serious with her; the only person who loved her really was you. And Laleh was in a great love with you. Dear Mr. R. my mother was a teacher, too and she told me; you should not misrepresent your work and your authority to use your student for your personal interest. They are the fruit of love of their parents, and you are the spiritual parent of them; do not misuse your situation. Their beauty and their appearance are created by God and you should respect this beauty as you respect the beauty of the flowers. Do not look with sex or greed to your beautiful students. You have to love them as your own children and if they love you, too.
You have to use this love to teach them more and more, and they will learn more, because of Love, will motivate them to learn with their highest interests. Love is like a pump and pumps them to be more active and the motor works very well, if the love is the gasoline. And you should even not make any different between beautiful one and not so beautiful one. Both of them should enjoy your deep love. Mr. R laughed bitterly and said, Laleh was destroyed between two cultures. She was not so traditional like you, and not smart like European. Laleh with the thinking that the relationship and having a boy friend is not bad, trusted the boy and came to this disaster. He took her love and her life.
The German girls are very smart and they do not sleep with the man, so long they do not know him completely. And the European men do not destroy a woman who sleeps with them. They respect her and love her some how. I told him, if I knew Laleh loves me so deep and more than a teacher I would ask her hands. But I thought she loves me as a teacher only. And I am some how her spiritual father. Laleh was not even thirty years old and she looked like an old woman in the hospital. I left Mr. R. and Laleh was not really in condition to speak. The father and the nurses take care of her. She was very weak and very sick, may be she was tired of her life. Few days later I went to Germany, as I found there a better job. I heard from one of my friend that few days after Laleh went back home, she died on the street of London close to her house. I did not get any news from her father any more and I do not know what has happened to him. I heard just his wealth has been taken by Islamic regime of Iran. And he cannot go back to Tehran. The fruit of the glorious Islamic so called revolution had affected also Laleh like many other boys and girls from Iran. I heard that her two other sisters have killed themselves also. I told always to my beautiful students, be careful, around you are full of people who want to destroy you and misuse your beauty for their own business. If you read carefully the news papers you can count that many girls and boys are the victims of their business. Thousand of Laleh and her sisters are destroying every year, and the newspaper write about them, but with the time the news will be cold and the people look at these type of news indifferently. As this matter cannot happen to them at all. But I think all of us are in danger.
