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Friday, April 13, 2007

A New Birth




































In the dim and dingy room, the man’s robust, tall, and disheveled figure could not be



distinguished from the dark and blankness environment. He had stood in front of the cracked


wall with a piece of coal in his coarse and grubby hands and was drawing a straight line beside


the pervious numerous filthy lines on the wall. The old and ruined wall was covered with many


anonymous dates, handwritings, signs, poems, and memories of the pervious hopeless men


whose fate had been death. It seemed that this room had had the feeling of loneliness and



nostalgia not only for him but also for all of the pervious guests. Then he lied on the old and


broken bed that was put under the small window with steel shelter. He stared at the heaven


that a black blanket with the image of a magnificent circle of stars around the moon had covered it.






















His only share of nature was a withered tree that was visible partly from the window. On the


branch of it, there was the nest of an owl that stared at him with his illuminated and small eyes


and sang ominously every night and spent it’s day in a deadly silence of sleep. He disgusted of


all of it with all of it’s ghastly habits and nature because he thought that it was looking forward


watching his damned doom and scorn him.














It was a cold night of winter. The painful stroke of rainstorm and hail was attacking his body


savagely. As he was running, his mind voyaged to the last three hours. Every thing was


supposed to be done affable but his rage and gull had annihilated all of his mental good


suppositions of this date. His only blunder was that he had killed his friend accidentally and his


only friend’s error was that he had had no money to pay his loan to him. Now, the friend was not


guilty because he was murdered and he was left alone as the murderer in this tragedy. The only


way that struck in his mind was to alibi but it was useless. The next day police found his


identity card beside the bloody corpse. The frightful and annoying sound of turning key in the


lock recovered his self and turned his conscious back to this dark and damp room. He could see


the shadow of a coarse guard who came into the room with food through the light of the ajar


steel door. The man put the food near the door and whispered, “Be ready for tomorrow.”




























































his hope to live and walk on this earth. It seemed that time was more tender to get ride of him


because the hands of the clock was competing as fast as they could to end that night. In the last


minutes and seconds of his life, he thought a lot about himself, his sins, and his little daughter.


He had heard that God was gracious but he did not know whether he would forgive at least half


of his sins or not. He wished to be alive and free for only one day to repent his bad deeds. He


regretted that he had wasted his time in ignorance in the world and had forgotten the


death.Terror dominated on his body when he imagined himself in the grave without the


presence of any one in his funeral but his only little daughter. He did not know what would


happen to his alone daughter without him. He felt sorry for her because she would feel ashamed


of having a murderer father in future and he would not be there to persuade her that his rage


killed the man not him. At these last moments, he recalled that his soul would be supposed to


travel to God who never tried to touch him in all of his life. He closed his eyes and imagined his


lifeless and hanging corpse after the execution.


























When he opened his eyes, the same guard appeared in front of his eyes and whispered gravely


“Time is over, come”. It had become morning and how soon every thing had became late. They


put him in the death car to take to the square of the town to play his role proficiently in this


tragic drama without any wage. A huge crowd of men had collected around the stage to observe


this free tragedy and judge whether it was right to be free or not. The young and children had


climbed up the trees to take tremendous picture excitingly because it did not want any ticket


but he did not see any one of them. The agitated and hanged white rope of Execution that was


moving right and left with the savage stroke of the cruel wind like the pendulum of his life’s


clock engrossed him at first glance. A black and broken chair had been put under it .It was a


mean to go higher and then higher where there would be no access to him anymore.




















His little daughter had stood beside the chair in black clothes it seemed because she had got that


this stage was a real one that her father had to play in it . She had stared at him with rainy eyes


and cloudy heart because she knew that it was the last time to glimpse her daddy, and after


execution, she would become one of the members of the orphan asylum. She stepped forward


slowly toward his daddy but her hands had became so feeble that couldn’t hug him for the last


time and expression of grief did not let the tongue to pronounce the last farewell to her only


treasure in this wasteland. Although the feelings of terror , shame and sympathy had


immobilized him ,he hugged his only diamond with his cold hands and whispered “don’t scare of



any thing and anybody but God, I am always with you. You can see me in your sweet dream or


among the stars every night. Be sure that God and daddy are your lovers. Just be strong and


courage and live vividly. Just be sure that I am not a bad daddy. I will always see you so do good


deeds to make me happy. Ok?” the little girl saw her father’s tear for the first time that was


flowing like a pure waterway. After a little pause, she stammered, “ok, I am sure that you are


the best and good-hearted daddy on the world not a killer and I will say it to every one. If you


saw mother, make peace with her and tell her that I have missed her very much. Do you


promises me to come in my dream together ?”.The man just nodded with a bitter smile and


went to play a new stage in his life.


The mother’s murdered heard and saw every thing in this tragic drama. It seemed that The



daughter `s and father’s role had been played very bitterly

























Now, the sense of revenge and forgiveness had been struggling in her heart and she did not know which would win.
The ropewas tied around his neck but the ties of the man and the girl did not scare him. It seemed that
their avaricious looks reflect peace in their hearts. When the guard was pulling the chair under


his feet, some one cried, “Stop.”






This stop was a beginning for the man and the girl. At last,


forgiveness had conquered revenge in the heart of mother’s murdered.







by Fahime










































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































1 comment:

(Seyyedeh) Susan Marandi said...

Great writing, and I loved the way the pictures were chosen to fit the story! Keep up the good job! :-)