Sistan and Balouchestan

Do you want to go to Sistan & Balouchestan?

By hitchhiking? backpacking?

This is the most deprived province in Iran. Do not you know it is border with Pakistan and most of them are armed and smuggler?

They might rape you!

You are not aware of their language and it is not clear you can get to your destination at all!

I had to go and realize the word "most deprived". I had to go to witness their lifestyle. They are Sunnite, I should know what is the difference between us and them. If I do not go, maybe no other time can go.

It has been two days since I stepped on an unknown journey. I have passed from Shiraz to Bandar Abbas . From Minab, Sirik and Jask ports and accompany with human beings and their stories. From Mousa and his spouse who had just labored and welcomed me to Karim who was been my host.

On the third day of trip, I have an unquenchable thirst to see Darak village, where is equal with Namibian desert in Africa; the confluence of desert with the ocean. The point where the Persian Gulf is over and the Indian ocean crosses.

The story of  Mehrdad who took me from Jask to Darak. He said that he had seen me on Minab's road, but he could not trust me. However, when he has seen me in Jask again, he has necessitated to take me. he said "my sense told me that seeing this tourist two times would send me a message, I must rely on". I had kept him company with narrative of his life within four hours of his driving. He said that he had come to Jask for helping students. The banana forms of Zarabad are the main remarkable sign of Darak.

We arriveded at the confluence of the desert and the ocean. He had to come back and I was affected by him and cheerful due to reach one of my destinations. The mullah of Darak who was called Morad welcomed me. Despite of Shiite mosques, Sunni mosques were open to all travelers all day and night. He invited me into his home, a humble-two-room house with the least amenities and I were faced with the umpteenth signs of kindness of somehow different people. Leader of village Saeid took highly eager me to the beach. we traverse sandy desert with its ups and downs.

"Look! The ocean, I see", I said. This was not mirage, I had really reached that.

Imagine desert brown, the single palm green with its brown trunk and ocean blue. A combination of minimalism and surrealism in a real world.

After two hours, the night came and we lied down on the chilly sandy desert and we stared in the silence of the night at the stars.

Actually, wearing the customary dress of Balouch women and drawing a design by Henna on my hands were not the end of my trip.

Tang village, Martian mountains and rocky beaches are waiting for me. Have to go!

Next day, I went to Tang by hitchhike saw for just a few hours and after that my trip continues to Chabahar. Amin with his family were my host in this city.

"How are Lipar (Pink) lake, Beris port willage and Martian mountains", I asked his family. Just I shall go!

From the boy who plays folklore instrument to the women who earn income by collection salt surrounded Pink lake, and cameleers in the desolate and howling wilderness in the vicinity of the Martian mountains.

From traditional school (Maktab Khaneh) of Beris to its tourism-rocky braches. From our hitchhike by tourism bus to sleep under cameleers' hut and their reception by the only thing had been; tea.

Getting closer to time of return.

I review my hitchhike about 1324 km to the strangest zone of Iran and the word of "deprived" change. A few tangible assets along with extraordinary intellectual ones. They were endlessly kind and sympathetic, they possess the most distinctive nature. The sky was hard in rain, but the people were attempting to be good-humored. To discover the major meaning of every single word need to travel! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

4Song With Me To Travel With You

January 2017 year until now or maybe ever

LOC: Shiraz, Iran

Ali have not come here yet. There has been no relation between him and I yet. There has been no connection and dealing with Mahshid (Ali's sister) yet. I know that there will not been any happen between us. These sentences will be the last my words about this bitter story.

Sometimes, politic can suppose as a trick for people around the world. For example, in this period of time which there is a break out by CoronaVirus, we can witness some leaders of some countries like Iran who have hided back of sanctions. They say that " we can not prepare the best medicine facilities due to sanctions". This is just one an instance of irresponsibility of people.

I am going to talk you about this vital point that all ourselves are individually responsible for our words, behaviors, choices, expression of our feelings, and doings with others not just our conscience. I would say how Ali could do this reaction? How he could stay me on a "no closure" , "no resolve" point, no "end point"?  This is terribly. This story have not had the final point and this is the most current problem. I believe that every story need a point. Ali MUST let me hear his mind.

On the other hand, I know there is not any hope to come us together sometime and I want to come this conclusion that Ali had hided his iiresponsibility behind politic, behind sanction, behind Trump. He and his sister had promised me. They hade made a stunning window of dreams to me. They asked me making dream.

I want to comeback to ourself and think how many times we have made a person hopefull and after that, with out any sufficient function have made him/her disappointed. I please anyone who read my story which please, please  think about your acts in your life. I believe that  nothing is harder that giving hope to somebody just as a lie. 

THE END.

1Song With Me To Travel With You

January 2017 year

LOC: Shiraz

About a year had passed from tje last time which His sister and me could see each other. Our relation had been made spiritless. I was really tired. Although fter my travel to Sistan & Balouchestan and coming back to my home, I decided to  cut this relation and announce my decision to Mahshid. She told me that I had a surprise for you. She said Ali was going to Iran, just due to saw you andd getting the final decition.

Oh my god!
I can not forget that time. In that time, I was Tehran in out of the library of my university. I huged my friend and say, "Ali want to go Iran, finally, I can see him".
A came back to Shiraz and started to ready myself, present for him and etc. I had 2 months time to get ready until Nowruz 2018 and coming him.

Two months had been passed and now this is Nowruz. Next two weeks he will come. It was the best time to me in all my life. I knew he had booked his ticket and had prepered some present for me. These sense were great.
Little by little, Nowruz was finished and my family and I are in a reception. Time is 12:00 P.M and we should come back to our home. My brother said me that unfortonatelt Ali could not come to Iran. Apparently, his professor had said that it is better if you do not go Iran. Maybe you can not come back to U.S.

This news was such a hammer on my head.

 

Continue.. 

 

Song With Me To Travel With You2

2017 year after the end of  our Nowrouz

LOC: A cafe' in Shiraz

Time: 11 A.M

For the second time, Mahshid and I saw together again. I wanted to go to Tehran  and that date had been made just somehow to clear what should we do? When do I can talk to Ali? What was the plane of them? I hopefully supposed that she was going to say his phone number and he will call you soon. But all things went surprisingly. She said that your borther's suggest (Mohammad) was that they (Ali and me) ahould not talk actually.

On that time, Trump was the president of U.S.A. Iranian travelling to U.S.A has been banned and we are faced to a serious problem.  We found that Ali can not  come to Iran. Besides, due to the suggestion of my brother who had said it iwas better if we did not tlak together, everything was messed up

 

 Now, we are meet to the second problem. I was wondering why did my brother tell her some thing like this? My family was open-minded, why my brother did not consult his family. I think he must ask my idea. Because of this, Ali have said before he come to Iran, he prefer not to talk with me.

When I found that there are two problem which any of them can not be solved, I had to accept their idea and go to Tehran without any hope. All times, all seconds, Mahshid and me talk on Telegram. Shewas sending his pictures to me and I involve in his love more and more. She was conveying his messages to me and I imagine him like the best man and friend. She was speaking about his behaviors, habbits, interests and I was fnding him closer and closer to me. In a day, I cried and sent a music to Mahshid and asked her to forward it to Ali. After that, she sent me a screenshot of their messages on Whatsapp.

I made more tired and more disappointed than before. Therewere a huge distance  between us. Nothing made me happy anymore. Trupm had been imposed more strict restrictions on Iranian and the distance was been more and more.

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Song With Me To Travel With You3

2016 year

LOC: Dormitory of Art University of Tehran / Iran

Time: 10:00 P.M

I was sitting behind my laptop and going to work on my thesis. Eventualy, my brother called me by phone. He asked me to send him some of my portraite pictures from myself. I could guess what is exactly his goal. Without any further question, I sent him. After one hour, my sister was calling me. She explained about my brother's request. She said that his friend had wanted to act as a suitor for me from my brother!
In that time, I did not have any sense about this hapening. Infact, I did not care about it. Even I remember that when my sister had set a date with that girl (Mahshid) in Shiraz, I had a plan to go to a mountain in the north of Iran. they wanted to speak about me and her brother (Ali), who was stusying in U.S.A in PHD at Delawre University.
They had talked together how we are, such an example, both of us love traveling, going mountaining, he and his family had ever liked to get familiar with a family who originally were Qashqaei (a nomad in the south west of Iran).
After I came back from my trip, My sister told me all thing about her family. It seems that every thing had being gone well.
Little by little, the time came close to Nowruz (Persian new year), Mahshid called me once and we were supposed to meet each other for the first time. I came back from Tehran where I had studied to shiraz where my family had lived.
Finally, we saw each other. I remember my sister came with me on that date, too. We talked a lot aboyt every single thing which was connected to us ( Ali and me). Actually, his sister was  somehow his embassadar. She told me, he likes traveling, going mountain and has a bright perspective for hisself. In the first date, every thing was well and I was thinking and wondering how he is like me; his thoughts, his favorites and goals.

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US AND THEM

The letter and email as the new form of letter have always been one of the best tools in the world communication. Suppose that you will get a letter in fully ignorance. You do not know who it is from and you do not know what is written inside it.
I have gotten an email two days ago. The letter had mentioned my content of my Instagram page which this is really great, pkesse come and cooperate with us. How? Just take some photoes and promote our brand with some your stories. They said we also offer you a discount code for yourself and your followers. Who is this email from? An authentic mayo and bikiny brand in Sweden.
As a matter of fact, The letter was strange and a bit of funny to me. However, it hitted me all my society's disillusionment on my head  like a hammer.

I wish I could tell them that I neither think about bikiny and mayo nor the brand of them. There is no place on list of my dreams. I wanted to say I do not know what was amazing on my page, but it gives all people a sense of bitter. I would like to tell them I wish my dreams were like yourcomfort and concerns. Please see a little more news and realize politics. Do not know that we have turned on blacklist again (FATF).

To his response to their next email, I should ask do you sell credit? What about peace? Actually,  I am looking for some honesty phenomena, please pach it all at one, I will definitely buy it! I promise to promote it all with my hearth! Instead, you give me a discount code to buy some credit and a little peace and honestly!

BREATH YOUR DREAMS

The weather is rainy in Shiraz and after three months compulsory staying at home because of my backache, I would like to go to Hafezieh tomb in this nice weather and I can imagine how spectacular is Hafezieh in these moments. I went there and after trying to take some rainy pictures, I talked with my French friend and sent him my videos and pictures. After his expressing his happiness from the rainy weather, he tells me that it is good news and I can realize your pleasure about this rain. He says that the rain comes down once every two days in here (Paris). He sends me a laugh sticker and continues I can guess if you were in here, you would enjoy this weather.

 

This smile mekes me think and reminds me a few days ago, when I had talked to Samaneh about the kind of air which has left over, also waters, rivers and seas that will be over. A freedom which we should not  seek it 

After a while, I ask her what about Tehran? Is ir rainy too? And she answers me that all time which she had talked to me, she had walked under drizzling and fine rain!

 

After a second, I tell her Pity! There is no more winter in Iran. And the condition of Shiraz is really more poor than every where, the drough will be certain...

 

I remember the dreams that we have made together, I remember we have made a date for early August to travel with our backpacks and  breath some where in a good weather. I remember I have told her to find out Zermatt and Materhorne mountain.

 

I think we had tried to go back to our dreams and had promised ourself  to dreams' substantiating. They were the only things that were still alive in their season and we could breath them.