man, harfe mardom
I said, they said
By Karim Shirazi
January 20, 2004
The story happened about 45 years ago when I was
half way thru first grade in New Year breaks. That day my dad was
in a business trip
and my brother out with his friends and it made me quite bored
being by myself and all that while my mom was cooking in the kitchen.
when the devil come to me in a whispering voice and
said: "You should go to a movie!"
I knew he always was putting me in trouble so I
told him, "Noo!"
And he said, "Yees."
And I said, "No, I never been to a movie."
And he said, "It is fun, goo."
And I said, "Yeees," and jumped up, put on one
of those cutie faces and went to my mom.
"Mamaan! Can I have 8 rials?"
"What you want 8 rials for?"
"I am bored I want to go buy the toy I saw the other
day. And she said, no. But after a little whining and crying she
got tired and
gave me the money and I run
to the movie theater in a flash."
It was always easy to full my mom to help me in my mischievous deeds. Dad knew
better to let me do anything and my older brother which was 12 years older
than me already had a claim on teaching me 1 or 2 lessons on how a good kid
behave and since he himself was an active member of neighborhood trouble makers
association he knew all the tricks on the book and I was very much afraid of
him and his smacks on the back of my head.
But in reality I was 7 years old
and I knew most everything I needed to know about everything. So I went to
the theater spend 6 rials on the ticket, 2
rials for noon o aaloo (potato) and squeezed myself to the first row of the
with a hole bunch of other kids, and every one of us enjoyed the movie more
than mother's milk without even knowing what is going on as far as the
story was concerned.
You should be a very lucky kid if the first movie
you see in your life be a double feature full of fist fight and
singing and dancing and I am telling
you I was
the happiest kid in the world that night until the movie finished and I
walked out of theater.
As I said the movie was a double feature, one Iranian
comedy with Taabesh and Ghadakchiaan and second one, I remember
was "seven bride for seven
brothers" -- a 3 hour long color musical and both together about five
hours worth of movies for my money which took way to the midnight
when I walked
theater I saw the surprise of my 7 year long life.
The circle in front of the theater was dark, the
stores were closed and nobody was in the street except the late
moviegoers. It was almost midnight.
Oh my god what am I gonna do, they're going
to kill me if I go home this time of night, beside the ally is
some jen is going
me, I thought in terror.
I almost start to cry when the devil came to my help
one more time, he whispered
to me: "You are going to Shah Cheragh and sleep there tonight."
And I said, "Noo". And he said, " Yees."
And there was no
other choice. I heard a lot of people from small towns
come to Shah Cheragh shrine in Shiraz and say they are sick and
they let them sleep in the mausoleum.
"I go tell
them I am sick
And he said, "What a boy! Right on! Hurry up and
And I started running toward Shah Cheragh. But when
I got there, another
my life. The door was closed and there was nobody
around but some thieves, beggars and peddlers getting ready to
go home. Now I was
I could not
think any more, what am I going to do now? I better get some help.
The devil was not
there this time so I went to a peddler.
In a whispering voice I said, "Mashti! Where are
the people who sleep in Shah Cheragh?"
And he said, "Why?"
"I am sick, I want to
sleep in there."
I started crying: "It is too late
and I can't go home. They are going to beat me up."
that turned my life upside down.
As soon as I said that, he called all the thieves,
beggars and peddlers and in no time about 20 of them surrounded
concerns and I tried to answer every one of them to the best of
my ability but somehow the story did not come out right.
themselves and analyzing the information to figure out what the
real story was. They kept talking and the story would go round
and round and
and I kept correcting them. But who is going to listen to a 7
year old kid anyway?
Finally they decided to send me home with
really in trouble. One of them called on Sed Jalaal, the man in
blue! Sed Jalaal,
a very skinny tall man with his pants tided with a big belt right
on his ribs and
a hat bigger than his head, slowly walked toward the crowd and
asked: "Haa... what is going on?"
Smebody from the crowed
divorced his old father and married a young man."
I screamed, "Noo!"
But who listens to a 7 year old anyway?
"Now the new husband
like the kid, so he beats him up and throws him out into the ally
every night. Please take him to his house and find out why
they are mean to this poor
kid." (Didn't I tell you I was in trouble?)
Sed Jalaal taped me on the back and said, "Let's
go," and we walked toward my house, in absolute darkness but in
shadow of the
I was not afraid of any jen
attacks with a cop by my side, I was more afraid of what laid
ahead at home.
Finally we got to the house and Sed Jalaal knocked
on the door just the way any man of the law knocks and in 2 seconds
mom and brother
as soon as Sed Jalaal saw them he started shouting at my mom, "You
old witch! Aren't you ashamed of your self? Divorcing the father
my mom's jaw dropped) and marrying a young man like this (and my
brother's jaws dropped). Aren't you ashamed?"
when my brother grabbed me by arm and said, "You go to your room."
But I did not go. I knew there was way too much heat in my room
that night so I went straight inside the closet and closed the
on. The jen didn't matter to me any more. I just wanted to know
what was going to happened next.
It took them a long time before they came upstairs
and I heard my mom whispered to my brother, "Leave him alone tonight."
To me it was a gleam
of hope; I wouldn't be killed tonight and tomorrow was another
day. Ten minutes later the closet door slightly opened and a warm
a bowl of food inside and said, "Bokhor... khabar-e marget!"
("Eat... You're dead!").
When I woke up in the morning I did
not have the guts to go out. I was just sitting there thinking
stories. I waited to see when my brother left the room. I wanted
to go to the ally and tell my buddies about the movie I had seen
the night before.
Suddenly the door opened and my
brother told me to get out. I was trying
grabbed my left ear (and I hated that). He pulled me all
to the corner of the
room and threw me on the floor and that is first time I saw
a belt in his hand.
I screamed "Maamaan.........!" But there was no maamaan,
was out shopping.
With a devilish smile, my brother looked into my eyes,
raised the belt over his head and
mom divorced your dad!"
And I said, "Noo." (Slash).
a young man!"
"They beat you!"
out into the ally!"
I start crying.
He stopped and said, "Now
get lost and remember not to make these kinds of stories, you
put the whole
running out of his way he shouted, "And
going out in the ally!"
The rest of the day I stayed home recuperating from
the ordeal. But the next day early in the morning I was in the
telling the kids
fights in the movie.
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