Escape

The bustling city is quiet at night and the streets are crowded, but between the rooms of the houses in the city, I feel very well that no one knows who will die or eat themselves, but in the morning they will turn into someone else. As I tried to erase the half-pink paint on my nails, I wanted to laugh when I realized that someday life would erase me from its page as well. I look at the lines on my palms one by one like a fortune teller, but I don't know what will happen. The bell rings: I'm not in a hurry, I'm silent, I only pick up the phone after repeated calls:

-I am going......

I am silent again as if I have no time to speak, I open the window with my dirty hands in an attempt to bring fresh air into my smoky room, and I want to laugh again.

I had to die in the morning, so I locked the door and turned off all the lights. The last time I looked at a picture of him (I can't even name him!), I hugged him and said, "I'm coming to you." Probably a factor as to why they're doing so poorly. I should have died, you know ?! It was my destiny to be a prisoner on earth for the rest of my life, and the silence that was gnawing at my stomach was going to put an end to everything and tear me apart. (If I don't feel sorry for the innocent woman, I think I'll have a black mark on her ...)

I opened my eyes, not in the morgue or the cemetery, but in front of the Great Ark Fortress:

-"Are you awake?" He did not look like an angel or an Azrael. "I couldn't leave my guest here." Get up, let's go in, warm up in the fire, and have time to think about staying or leaving.

-"But who are you?"

- It doesn't matter.

- "And I ..."

-"I know who you are, but you don't know yourself!" "As I followed him and saw that he was covered in ink and pink flowers, I realized that it was spring now when I heard the swallow's chirping." But it was also a time when we were hesitant to pick up the fall harvest. The mysterious man, on the other hand, lit a fire without haste and repeated every word and prayer before he set fire to every branch. When I called him a dervish, his clothes were made of fine silk, but when I called him a king, there was no trace of the ruler's fierce gaze in his eyes. I was in no hurry to ask a question. (Someone who doesn't know where to go will probably run out of questions.)

 The fire in front of me was dancing so much that it was as if the wind was blowing on it.

-"Fire doesn't rule in hell, you know why?" "He asked me a question as he sank down next to me."

- No.

- For the purification of the human child. "He stared at the fire for a while," he continued. "Were there other ways to challenge yourself?"

-"What do you mean?"

-"Your work last night."

-"I just wanted to get rid of it, and I don't regret it." Let's call it a different kind of combat operation.

-"Get rid of it!" When he said that, he burst out laughing. But he continued in a firm tone. "Death is never the only solution." Did you do that because you knew you could not be cleansed?

I didn't say a word, my only answer was silence. The fact that he was standing next to me, the lonely Ark Fortress around him, and the fact that there was nothing but this campfire didn't bother me as much as the questions he asked. It's not scary at all, but I'd like to light a fire in front of me, considering the voices inside me.

- Burning is not the only remedy, we Persians have zeal and faith in God. Like the Taft of peace in the fire, faith is mixed with its light, and when you look at it, you see God, the voices that are added to the burning of your stomach stop, and you have forgotten yourself, your own God. Sarfarzo, you forgot ...

-"I didn't have the roads or the people." However, a person who is tired of people and wants to be evicted from the city does not really need it. In that case, death is the only solution, even if it's hell.

- "Then cleanse yourself, and I will judge the ceremony." "He played the drum not far from the campfire and made me face my death."

- "You haven't said your name yet. Maybe this is the last time I'll see you today."

- "You know wandering spirit again, and Siyavush [1] too ..."

The drums sound louder, and I am captivated and thirsty for death: I am thrown into the fire with my body and soul.

-"It's time for you to take your medicine," said the nurse. (When did I get to the hospital, what am I doing? I have a confused memory. I only remember the balcony and the fireplace. But that narrator? Where is he? Where? Uh my head !!!) The nurse held the baby in my arms, trembling with pain. And in the eyes of the baby in my womb, I saw only life and myself ...

¹ ¹ Siyavush (Siyovarshan in the Avesta, Siyavakhsh - "black horse") is a legendary hero. One of the heroes of the epic "Shohnoma". According to the Shahnameh, Siyavush was the son of Kaikovus and was brought up by the hero Rustam. His stepmother, Sudoba, had sex with Siyavush, but when she refused, he accused Siyavush of raping her. However, Siyavush proved his innocence by passing the test of fire.