لینک خرید کتاب نسرین پرواز به زبان انگلیسی به نام "مبارزات زنان در ایران، خاطرات زندان" به همراه تصاویری از صحنه های زندان

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Iranian women struggle for freedom and equality and their resistance in prison

Woman’s struggle in Iran is the story of my imprisonment for eight years by the Islamic government of Iran.

In 1979, at the age of 20, I returned from England, where I had been studying. I became a member of a socialist party fighting for a non-Islamic state in which women had the same rights as men. In 1982, while waiting to meet a fellow comrade, I was exposed and arrested by the regime’s secret police. In prison, under torture, I refused to reveal my contacts’ names and addresses.

In prison I was brutally and systematically tortured, threatened with execution, starved and forced to live in appalling, horribly overcrowded conditions. Many of my fellow prisoners were executed; some were driven insane by torture and what we had to endure. Others repented their political beliefs only to find they remained in prison for years before their release. I became seriously ill, and was only saved from dying by the help of a fellow prisoner who was a doctor.

Although I was imprisoned and in the hands of my enemies, they could not arrest my resistance, and neither could torture vanquish my struggle. In resisting the Islamic regime, I was not alone, all the other men and women, imprisoned like me, we were all part of the ultimate victory of humanity.

·        About the author

Nasrin Parvaz 

Nasrin Parvaz became a civil rights activist when the Islamic regime took power in 1979. She was arrested in 1982, tortured and spent eight years in prison. In 1993, she fled to England.

Nasrin’s prison memoir was published in Farsi in 2002, and it was published in Italian in 2006.

A novel, Temptation, based on the true stories of some male prisoners who survived the 1988 massacre of Iranian prisoners was published in Farsi in 2008.

Nasrin’s story ‘The Times of Assassination’ is published in Words and Women, March 2017. Nasrin’s writings appeared in Over Land, Over Sea, Poems for those seeking refuge, published by Five Leaves, in 2015, Exiled Writers Ink, Modern Poetry in Translation and Live Encounters Magazine.

Since 2005, together with poet Hubert Moore, Nasrin has translated poems, prohibited in Iran, from Farsi into English. They appear in the Modern Poetry in Translation series.  

Nasrin has given talks on the violation of human rights in Iran, both in Farsi and in English, in a number of countries. She has spoken at Southbank Centre (2015 and 2016), Bare Lit Festival (2016 and 2017), and for organizations such as Amnesty International, Cambridge PEN and the Medical Foundation.

Some of her poems are in her website: http://nasrinparvaz.org/

زندان گوهردشت وسلول انفرادي ﺗﻘﺪﻳﻢ ﺑﻪ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﺧﻮﺑﻢ ﻛﻪ ﺩﺭﻫﻤﻪ ﺷﺮﺍﻳﻂ ﺑﺎ ﻣﻦ ﺑﻮﺩ - مینا زرین

ه‍.ش. ۱۳۹۱ اسفند ۱۱, جمعه

 مينا زرين

  

ﻳﻚ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻭ ﺍﻧﺪﻱ ﺍﺯ ﻭﺭﻭﺩﻣﺎﻥ ﺑﻪﮔﻮﻫﺮﺩﺷﺖ ﮔﺬﺷﺘﻪﺑﻮﺩ. ﮔﻮﻳﻲ ﻣﺎﻩﻫﺎﺩﺭ ﺳﻜﻮﺕ ﺩﻫﺸﺘﻨﺎﻙ ﻭ ﻣﺴﺎﻳﻞ ﺭﻳﺰ ﻭﺩﺭﺷﺖ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ. ﻭﺭﻭﺩ ﻧﻴّﺮﻩ ﺑﺮﺍﻳﻢ ﺗﻨﻮﻉ ﺟﺎﻟﺒﻲ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺭﺩﻥ ﺁﺏﺟﻮﺵ، ﭘﺘﻮﻫﺎﺭﺍ ﭘﻬﻦ ﻛﺮﺩﻳﻢ. ﻧﻴّﺮﻩ ﺣﺎﺿﺮ ﻧﺸﺪ ﭘﺘﻮﻱ ﺧﻮﺩﺭﺍﺭﻭﻱ ﺯﻣﻴﻦ ﭘﻬﻦ ﻛﻨﺪ.

ﭘﺘﻮﻱ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﻳﻢ ﻭ ﻳﻚ ﭘﺘﻮﻱ ﺳﺮﺑﺎﺯﻱ ﺭﺍ ﭘﻬﻦ ﻛﺮﺩﻡ. ﺑﻘﻴﻪ ﻭﺳﺎﻳﻞ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭﮔﻮﺷﻪﺍﻱ ﻣﺮﺗﺐ ﮔﺬﺍﺷﺘﻴﻢ. ﻭﻗﺖ ﻧﺎﻫﺎﺭﺑﻮﺩ. ﺁﻟﻮ ﭘﻠﻮ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺎﻩﻫﺎ ﺗﻨﻬﺎﻳﻲ، ﻏﺬﺍ ﺧﻮﺭﺩﻥ ﺩﻭ ﻧﻔﺮﻩ ﻟﺬﺕﺩﺍﺷﺖ.

ﻗﺮﺍﺭ ﮔﺬﺍﺷﺘﻴﻢ، ﻛﺎﺭﻫﺎﻱ ﺍﺗﺎﻕ ﺭﺍ ﻳﻚ ﺭﻭﺯ ﺍﻭ ﺍﻧﺠﺎﻡ ﺩﻫﺪ ﻭ ﺭﻭﺯ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻧﺠﺎﻡ ﺩﻫﻢ. ﺯﻳﺎﺩ ﻫﻤﺪﻳﮕﺮ ﺭﺍ ﻧﻤﻲﺷﻨﺎﺧﺘﻴﻢ. ﺳﻌﻲ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻳﻢ ﺑﺎ ﻫﻤﺪﻳﮕﺮ ﺁﺷﻨﺎﺗﺮ ﺷﻮﻳﻢ. ﻧﻴّﺮﻩ ﻛﺎﻣﻼ" ﻣﺬﻫﺒﻲ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺑﺴﻴﺎﺭ ﺑﻪ ﻧﻤﺎﺯ ﻭ ﺭﻭﺯﻩ ﻭ ﻧﺠﺲ ﻭ ﭘﺎﻛﻲ ﺍﻋﺘﻘﺎﺩ ﺩﺍﺷﺖ. ﺩﺭ ﺍﺑﺘﺪﺍ ﺑﺴﻴﺎﺭﺳﻌﻲﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩ ﺧﻂ ﻭ ﻣﺮﺯ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎ ﻣﻦ ﺣﻔﻆ ﻛﻨﺪ. ﻣﺎ ﺑﺎ ﻫﻢ ﺑﺮﻧﺎﻣﻪ ﻭﺭﺯﺵ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻴﻢ. ﺻﺒﺢ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ١٠ ﺗﺎ ١١/٥ ﻭﺭﺯﺵ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻳﻢ.

  

ﻭﺭﺯﺵﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺍﺳﺎﻣﻲ ﺷﻬﺪﺍﻱ ﺳﺎﺯﻣﺎﻥ ﻣﺠﺎﻫﺪﻳﻦ ﺍﺳﻢﮔﺬﺍﺭﻱ ﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭﻟﻲ ﻳﻜﻲ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥﻫﺎ ﻛﻪﺍﺳﻢ ﺻﻔﺎﻳﻲ ﻓﺮﺍﻫﺎﻧﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺍﺷﺖ، ﺩﺭﺍﺑﺘﺪﺍ ﺑﺎ ﻫﻢ ﻭﺭﺯﺵ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻳﻢ. ﻳﻌﻨﻲ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻭﺭﺯﺵ ﺭﺍ ﻫﻢ ﺍﻧﺠﺎﻡ ﻣﻲﺩﺍﺩ. ﻭﻟﻲ ﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺪﺕ ﺑﺴﻴﺎﺭ ﻛﻮﺗﺎﻫﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺭﺗﺒﺎﻃﺶ ﺑﺎ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺑﻐﻠﻲ، ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﺑﺎ ﻣﻦ ﻭﺭﺯﺵ ﻧﻤﻲﻛﺮﺩ ﻭ ﺍﮔﺮ ﻭﺭﺯﺵ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩ، ﻭﺭﺯﺵ ﺍﻱ ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻥﻫﺎ ﻭ ﺻﻔﺎﻳﻲ ﻓﺮﺍﻫﺎﻧﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺍﻧﺠﺎﻡﻧﻤﻲﺩﺍﺩ. ﻣﻦ ﺑﻪﺍﻳﻦ ﺑﺮﺧﻮﺭﺩﻫﺎ ﻋﺎﺩﺕ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻢ. ﭼﺮﺍ ﻛﻪﺩﺭ ﻣﺪﺕ ﻛﻮﺗﺎﻫﻲ ﻛﻪﺩﺭ ﺑﻨﺪ ٤ ﻋﻤﻮﻣﻲ ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥ ﻗﺰﻝﺣﺼﺎﺭ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﺑﺎ ﺗﺸﻜﻴﻼﺕ ﺁﻥﻫﺎ ﻭ ﺧﻄﻲ ﻛﻪﮔﺮﻓﺘﻪﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ، ﻣﺒﻨﻲ ﺑﺮ ﺑﺎﻳﻜﻮﺕ ﻭ ﺩﻭﺭﻱ ﻛﺮﺩﻥ ﺍﺯ ﭼﭗﻫﺎ ﻭ ﺗﻤﺎﺱ ﻧﮕﺮﻓﺘﻦ ﺩﺭﻫﻴﭻ ﺯﻣﻴﻨﻪﺍﻱ، ﺁﺷﻨﺎ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ. ﻋﺪﻩﺍﻱ ﻣﻌﺪﻭﺩ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺠﺎﻫﺪﻳﻦ ﻧﻴﺰ ﻛﻪﺍﻳﻦ ﺟﻮﺭ ﻣﺮﺯ ﻭ ﺑﺎﻳﻜﻮﺕ ﺭﺍ ﻗﺒﻮﻝ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺘﻨﺪ، ﺍﺯ ﻧﻈﺮ ﺍﻳﻦﻫﺎ ﻛﺎﺭ ﺩﺭﺳﺖ ﻭ ﺍﺻﻮﻟﻲ ﺍﻧﺠﺎﻡ ﻧﻤﻲﺩﺍﺩﻧﺪ. ﺍﻳﻦ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻲﺩﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﺩﺭ ﺷﺮﺍﻳﻂ ﺳﺨﺖ، ﺷﺪﺕ ﺑﺎﻳﻜﻮﺕ ﻛﻢﺭﻧﮓﺗﺮ ﻣﯽ ﺷﺪ. ﻗﺒﻞ ﺍﺯ ﺍﺭﺗﺒﺎﻁ ﺑﺎ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺑﻐﻠﻲ ﺭﺍﺑﻄﻪﺍﺵ ﻣﻌﻤﻮﻟﻲ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﻣﻦ ﻫﻢ ﺩﺭﺍﻳﻦ ﻣﺪﺕ ﺷﻨﺎﺧﺖ ﺩﻗﻴﻘﻲ ﭘﻴﺪﺍ ﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﻭﻟﻲ ﺳﻌﻲ ﺑﺮ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ ﻛﻪﺑﺮﺧﻮﺭﺩ ﻣﺘﻘﺎﺑﻞ ﺍﻧﺠﺎﻡ ﺑﺪﻫﻢ، ﺑﻠﻜﻪﺑﺎ ﺁﮔﺎﻫﻲ ﻭ ﺭﻭﺵ ﺩﺭﺳﺖ ﺳﻌﻲ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻢ ﻗﺎﻧﻌﺶ ﻛﻨﻢ ﻛﻪ ﻣﺎ ﻛﺴﺎﻧﻲ ﻫﺴﺘﻴﻢ ﻛﻪﺩﺭ ﻣﻘﺎﺑﻞ ﺭﮊﻳﻢ ﻣﺒﺎﺭﺯﻩ ﻣﻲﻛﻨﻴﻢ... ﺭﻭﺯﻫﺎ ﺍﺯ ﭘﻲ ﻫﻢ ﻣﻲﮔﺬﺷﺖ ﻭ ﺗﻘﺮﻳﺒﺎ" ﺭﺍﺿﻲ ﺍﺯ ﺷﺮﺍﻳﻂ ﭘﻴﺶ ﻣﻲﺭﻓﺘﻢ. ﻳﻜﻲ ﺍﺯ ٣ ﺭﻭﺯﻫﺎ،ﻋﺼﺮ ﻣﻮﻗﻊ ﺷﺎﻡﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭﺩﺍﺩﺯﺩ: "ﻫﺮ ﻛﺲ ﺭﻭﺯﻧﺎﻣﻪﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﺪ، ﻓﻠﺶ ﺭﺍ ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭﺩﺯﻳﺮ ﺩﺭ!"

ﻓﻜﺮ ﻛﺮﺩﻡﺍﺷﺘﺒﺎﻩ ﺷﻨﻴﺪﻩﺍﻡ. ﻣﮕﺮ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﺩﺑﻪﻣﺎﺭﻭﺯﻧﺎﻣﻪﺑﺪﻫﻨﺪ؟! ﺳﻴﺎﺳﺖﻫﺎﻱ ﺧﺸﻦ ﻭ ﻭﺣﺸﺘﻨﺎﻙ ﺁﻥﻫﺎﻛﺠﺎ،ﺭﻭﺯﻧﺎﻣﻪﺩﺍﺩﻥ ﻛﺠﺎ؟! 

ﻓﻠﺶ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎﻫﻮﻝ ﻭ ﻭﻟﻊ ﺯﻳﺮ ﺩﺭﮔﺬﺍﺷﺘﻴﻢ. ﻧﻴّﺮﻩ ﻧﻈﺮﺵ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺑﻮﺩ: "ﺭﮊﻳﻢ ﻛﻮﺗﺎﻩ ﺁﻣﺪﻩ ﻭ ﻣﻘﺎﻭﻣﺖ ﻣﺎ ﻭ ﻛﻼ" ﻣﻘﺎﻭﻣﺖ ﺳﺎﺯﻣﺎﻧﺶ ﺭﮊﻳﻢ ﺭﺍ ﻭﺍﺩﺍﺭ ﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻪ ﻣﺎ ﺭﻭﺯﻧﺎﻣﻪ ﺑﺪﻫﻨﺪ." ﺑﻪﻧﻈﺮﻡ ﻓﻜﺮﺵ ﺑﺴﻴﺎﺭ ﻣﺴﺨﺮﻩﺁﻣﻴﺰ ﺑﻮﺩ، ﻧﻤﻲﺧﻮﺍﺳﺘﻢ ﺑﺎ ﺍﻭ ﺑﺤﺚ ﻛﻨﻢ. ﺑﺤﺚ ﻛﺎﺭﻱ ﺭﺍ ﭘﻴﺶ ﻧﻤﻲﺑﺮﺩ، ﭼﻨﺎﻥ ﻣﺴﺦ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻛﻪﻳﻚ ﻗﺪﻡﻫﻢ ﺑﻪﭘﻴﺶ ﻧﻤﻲﺁﻣﺪ. ﺧﻼﺻﻪﻓﻘﻂ ﻧﺨﻮﺍﺳﺘﻢ ﺑﺎ ﺳﻜﻮﺕ ﻫﻤﺮﺍﻫﻲﺍﺵ ﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﺎﺷﻢ ﻭ ﮔﻔﺘﻢ: 

"ﺍﻳﻦﻃﻮﺭﻓﻜﺮ ﻧﻜﻦ!"

ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭﺯﻥ ﺳﻴﻪﭼﺮﺩﻩﺍﻱ ﻛﻪﺑﻪﻏﺎﻳﺖ ﺯﺷﺖ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭ ﻫﻤﻴﺸﻪﻓﻜﺮ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻳﻢ ﺑﻪﺧﺎﻃﺮ ﻫﻤﻴﻦ ﺯﺷﺘﻲ ﺍﺯﻣﺎ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﺪ ﺍﻧﺘﻘﺎﻡﺑﮕﻴﺮﺩ، ﺑﺎ ﺑﺪﺟﻨﺴﻲﻫﺎﻱﻫﻤﻴﺸﮕﻲﺍﺵ ﺩﺭﺭﺍ ﺑﺎﺯﻛﺮﺩ ﻭ ﮔﻔﺖ:" ١٥ ﺭﻳﺎﻝ!"

ﭘﺮﻳﺪﻡ ﻭ ﺳﺮﻳﻊ ﺑﻬﺶﺩﺍﺩﻡ. ﺣﺎﻟﺖ ﻣﺮﺍﺩﻳﺪ ﻭ ﮔﻔﺖ: "ﻫﻮﻝ ﻧﺸﻮ! ﻓﺮﺩﺍﻫﻢ ﺑﺮﺍﻳﺘﺎﻥ ﻣﻲﺁﻭﺭﻳﻢ."  

ﺭﻭﺯﻧﺎﻣﻪﺭﺍ ﺑﺎﺯﻛﺮﺩﻡ، ﻣﺎﻝ ﭘﺮﻳﺮﻭﺯﺑﻮﺩ ﻭﻟﻲ ﺑﺎﺯﺭﻭﺯﻧﺎﻣﻪﺑﻮﺩ. ﺭﻭﺯﻧﺎﻣﻪﺭﺍ ﺳﻄﺮ ﺑﻪ ﺳﻄﺮ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪﻡ. ﻫﻴﭻ ﺍﻣﻴﺪﻱ ﺑﻪﺍﺩﺍﻣﻪﺍﺵ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ ﻭ ﺑﺎﻳﺪ ﻣﻄﺎﻟﺐ ﺭﺍ ﺣﻔﻆﻛﻨﻢ. ﻧﻴّﺮﻩﺯﻳﺎﺩﻣﻴﻠﻲ ﺑﻪ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪﻥ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺖ. ﻛﻤﻲ ﻧﮕﺎﻩﻛﺮﺩ ﻭ ﻧﻈﺮﺵ ﺩﺭﻣﻮﺭﺩ ﺧﺒﺮﻱﻛﻪﺩﺭ ﭼﻨﺪ ﺍﺳﺘﺎﻥ ﺳﻴﻞ ﺁﻣﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ، ﺟﻠﺐ ﺷﺪ. ﮔﻔﺖ: " ﺍﻣﻴﺪﻭﺍﺭﻡ ﭼﻨﺎﻥ ﺳﻴﻠﻲ ﺑﻴﺎﻳﺪ ﻛﻪﻣﺮﺩﻡﺑﻴﺶ ﺍﺯﺍﻧﺪﺍﺯﻩ ﺧﺴﺎﺭﺕ ﺑﺒﻴﻨﻨﺪ."

ﭘﺮﺳﻴﺪﻡ: "ﭼﺮﺍ؟!" 

ﭼﺮﺍﻳﻲ ﻛﻪﺑﺮﺍﻳﻢ ﻧﺎﺑﺎﻭﺭﺍﻧﻪﺑﻮﺩ. ﭼﻪﻃﻮﺭ ﻣﻤﻜﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻛﺴﻲ ﺑﻪﺍﻳﻦ ﺷﻜﻞ ﻓﻜﺮ ﻛﻨﺪ؟ﮔﻔﺖ: "ﭼﻨﺎﻥ ﺧﺴﺎﺭﺕ ﺑﺒﻴﻨﻨﺪ ﻛﻪﺑﺎﻋﺚ ﺑﺸﻪ .ﺍﻧﻘﻼﺏ ﻛﻨﻨﺪ ﻭ ﻣﺎﺭﺍ ﺁﺯﺍﺩﻛﻨﻨﺪ."

- ﻳﻌﻨﻲ ﺣﺎﺿﺮﻱﺑﻪﻗﻴﻤﺖ ﺍﺯﺩﺳﺖ ﺩﺍﺩﻥ ﺟﺎﻧﺸﺎﻥ، ﻣﺎ ﺁﺯﺍﺩ ﺷﻮﻳﻢ؟!

ﺩﺭ ﺧﻮﺩ ﭘﻴﭽﻴﺪﻡ. ﺑﺎ ﺧﻮﺩﻡﻓﻜﺮ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻡﺑﻴﭽﺎﺭﻩ ﻣﺮﺩﻣﻲ ﻛﻪﺍﺣﺘﻴﺎﺝ ﺑﻪﻗﻬﺮﻣﺎﻥ ﺩﺍﺭﻧﺪ. ﺳﻜﻮﺕ ﺣﻜﻢﻓﺮﻣﺎ ﺷﺪ. ﭼﻪﻃﻮﺭﻣﻲﺗﻮﺍﻥ ﺍﺯ ﺟﺎﻥ ﺩﻳﮕﺮﺍﻥ ﻣﺎﻳﻪﮔﺬﺍﺷﺖ؟... ﺳﻌﻲ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻳﻢ ﺩﺭ ﺣﻴﻄﻪﺑﺴﻴﺎﺭﻣﻌﻤﻮﻟﻲ ﻭ ﺩﺭ ﺣﻴﻄﻪ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﻭ ﺧﺒﺮﻫﺎﻱﺗﺎﺯﻩ ﺑﻨﺪ ﺭﺍﺑﻄﻪ ﺣﻔﻆﺷﻮﺩ. ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻋﺎﺗﻲ ﺍﺯﺭﻭﺯﺩﺭﺯﻳﺮ ﺩﺭﺩﺭﺍﺯ ﻣﻲﻛﺸﻴﺪﻳﻢ ﺗﺎ ﺍﺯﺭﻓﺖ ﻭ ﺁﻣﺪ ﻭ ﮔﻔﺖ ﻭﺷﻨﻮﺩ ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭﺍﻥ ﺑﺎﺧﺒﺮ ﺷﻮﻳﻢ. ﺻﺤﺒﺖ ﺍﺯﻣﻼﻗﺎﺕ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭﻟﻲ ﻛﻢ ﻭ ﻛﻴﻔﺶ ﺭﺍ ﻣﺘﻮﺟﻪﻧﺸﺪﻳﻢ. ﺭﻭﺯﺑﻌﺪ ﻛﻪﺩﻭﺷﻨﺒﻪﺑﻮﺩ، ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ١٠ ﺻﺒﺢ ﺩﺭ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺑﺎﺯ ﺷﺪ. ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭﻧﺎﺩﺭﻱﺭﻭ ﺑﻪﻧﻴّﺮﻩﻛﺮﺩ ﻭ ﮔﻔﺖ:

"ﻣﻼﻗﺎﺕ! ﺣﺎﺿﺮ ﺷﻮ!"

ﻣﺎ ﺟﺎ ﺧﻮﺭﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻳﻢ. ﺷﺎﺩﻱ ﭘﺸﺖ ﺷﺎﺩﻱ! ﺩﻳﺮﻭﺯ ﺭﻭﺯﻧﺎﻣﻪ، ﺍﻣﺮﻭﺯ ﻣﻼﻗﺎﺕ! ﺑﺎﻭﺭ ﻛﺮﺩﻧﻲ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ. ﻧﻴّﺮﻩ ﺭﺍ ﺣﺎﺿﺮ ﻛﺮﺩﻳﻢ. ﭼﺎﺩﺭ، ﺭﻭﺳﺮﻱ، ﺟﻮﺭﺍﺏ ﻭ ﭼﺸﻢﺑﻨﺪ ﻛﻠﻔﺖ. ﺍﻭ ﺳﺮﻳﻊ ﭘﺮﻳﺪ ﻭ ﺩﺳﺖ ﻭ ﺻﻮﺭﺗﺶ ﺭﺍ ﺻﺎﺑﻮﻥ ﺯﺩ ﻭ ﻟﺒﺎﺱ ﺗﻤﻴﺰﻱ ﺑﻪﺗﻦ ﻛﺮﺩ. ﻣﻦ ﻫﻢ ﺍﻭ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭﺁﻣﺎﺩﻩﺷﺪﻥ ﻫﻤﺮﺍﻫﻲ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻡ. ﻫﺮ ﺩﻭ ﺍﺯﺍﻳﻦ ﺧﻮﺷﺤﺎﻝ ﺑﻮﺩﻳﻢ ﻛﻪﺑﻪﻣﻼﻗﺎﺕ ﻣﻲﺭﻭﺩ. ﺷﺎﻳﺪ ﺑﺘﻮﺍﻥ ﺍﺧﺒﺎﺭﺗﺎﺯﻩﺍﻱ ﮔﺮﻓﺖ. ﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﺯﻣﺪﺗﻲ

ﻧﻴّﺮﻩ ﺑﺮﮔﺸﺖ. ﻣﺎﺩﺭﺵ ﺑﻪﻣﻼﻗﺎﺗﺶﺁﻣﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﮔﺮﻳﻪ ﻭ ﺯﺍﺭﻱﺑﺴﻴﺎﺭﻱﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻛﻪ ﭼﺮﺍ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪﺍﻳﻨﺠﺎ ﺁﻭﺭﺩﻩﺍﻧﺪ؟

ﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺪﺗﻲ، ﻣﺮﺍ ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ﻣﻼﻗﺎﺕ ﺻﺪﺍﻳﻢ ﻛﺮﺩﻧﺪ. ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺷﺤﺎﻟﻲ ﭘﺮﻛﺸﻴﺪﻡ. ﭘﻴﺮﺍﻫﻦ ﺑﺮﺍﺩﺭﻡ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﻧﺸﺎﻧﻪ ﺩﻝﺑﺴﺘﮕﻲ ﺑﻪ ﺧﺎﻧﻮﺍﺩﻩﺍﻡ. ﭘﻮﺷﻴﺪﻡ. ﺷﺎﺩ ﻭ ﻣﺴﺮﻭﺭﺑﻪﺭﺍﻫﺮﻭ ﺭفنم ﺁﺭﺯﻭﻳﻢ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺑﻮﺩﻛﻪﺑﺎ ﺳﭙﻴﺪﻩﻫﻢﺳﻠﻮﻟﻲ ﻣﯽ ﺷﺪﻡ. ﺑﺎ ﺍﻭ ﺩﺭﺑﻨﺪ ﻫﺸﺖ ﭘﺎﻳﻪﺩﻭﺳﺘﻲﻣﺎﻥ ﺭﻳﺨﺘﻪ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺍﻣﻴﺪﻭﺍﺭﺑﻮﺩﻡﺑﺘﻮﺍﻧﻢ ﺑﺎ ﺳﭙﻴﺪﻩ ﺗﻤﺎﺱ ﺑﮕﻴﺮﻡ. ﺩﺭ ﻗﺴﻤﺘﻲ ﺍﺯ ﺭﺍﻫﺮﻭ ﻛﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺁﻥ ﺯﻳﺮ ﻫﺸﺖ ﻣﻲﮔﻔﺘﻨﺪ، ﺍﻳﺴﺘﺎﺩﻡ. ﺳﻜﻮﺕ ﺑﺪﻱ ﻭﺟﻮﺩ ﺩﺍﺷﺖ. ﻫﻤﻪ ﻣﻲﺩﺍﻧﺴﺘﻴﻢ ﺑﺎ ﻛﻮﭼﻚﺗﺮﻳﻦ ﻋﻼﻣﺖ ﻳﺎ ﻧﺸﺎﻧﻪﺍﻱ، ﻣﻼﻗﺎﺕ ﻗﻄﻊ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﺪ ﺷﺪ. ﺷﺎﻳﺪ ﻳﻚ ﺗﻜﺎﻥﺧﻮﺭﺩﻥ ﺍﺯ ﺟﺎ ﻳﺎ ﺍﻳﻨﻜﻪ ﺳﺮﻓﻪﺍﻱ ﻳﺎ ﺻﺪﺍﻳﻲ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺑﺎﻋﺚ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﺩ،ﺩﺳﺖ ﺍﺯﭘﺎﺩﺭﺍﺯﺗﺮ ﺑﺮﮔﺮﺩﻱ! ﻧﻔﺴﻢ ﺑﺎﻻ ﻧﻤﻲﺁﻣﺪ. ﺣﻮﺍﺳﻢ ﺭﺍ ﺟﻤﻊ ﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ. ﺗﺎ ﺧﻼﻑ ﻛﻮﭼﻜﻲ ﺍﺯﻣﻦ ﻧﮕﻴﺮﻧﺪ. ﺩﻟﻢ ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ﭘﺪﺭ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡ ﺗﻨﮓ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﮔﻮﻳﻲ ﺳﺎﻝﻫﺎﺳﺖ ﻧﺪﻳﺪﻣﺸﺎﻥ. ﺩﺭ ﻫﻤﻴﻦ ﺣﻴﻦ، ﻧﺎﺩﺭﻱ ﮔﻔﺖ: "ﻣﻦ ﻣﻲﺁﻳﻢ ﻧﺰﺩﻳﻚ ﻫﺮ ﻛﺲ، ﺧﻴﻠﻲ ﺧﻴﻠﻲ ﻳﻮﺍﺵ، ﺍﺳﻤﺘﺎﻥ ﺭﺍﺩﺭﮔﻮﺷﻢ ﺑﮕﻮﻳﻴﺪ."

ﻣﺎﻫﻢ ﻫﻤﻴﻦ ﻛﺎﺭﺭﺍﻛﺮﺩﻳﻢ. ﻧﺎﺩﺭﻱ ﺟﻠﻮ ﺁﻣﺪ. ﭘﺮﺳﻴﺪ: "ﺍﺳﻤﺖ؟"

ﻗﺪِ ﺑﻠﻨﺪ ﻭ ﺳﺎﺑﻘﻪﺑﺪﻱ ﻛﻪﺭﻭﺯ ﻭﺭﻭﺩﻡﮔﺬﺍﺷﺘﻪﺑﻮﺩﻡ، ﻛﺎﺭ ﺧﻮﺩﺵ ﺭﺍﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ! ﺩﻭﺑﺎﺭﻩﮔﻔﺖ: "ﻧﻤﻲﺧﻮﺍﺩﺑﮕﻲ! ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻲﺷﻨﺎﺳﻢ.

ﺗﻮ ﻣﻌﺮﻭﻑﻫﺴﺘﻲ."

ﺑﻪﺧﻮﺩﻡﮔﻔﺘﻢ: ﻣﻌﺮﻭﻑ؟! ﻭﺍ! ﻣﮕﻪ ﭼﻜﺎﺭﻛﺮﺩﻩﺍﻡ؟

ﻣﺎﺭﺍ ﺑﻪﻛﺎﺑﻴﻦ ﻣﻼﻗﺎﺕ ﺑﺮﺩﻧﺪ. ﺍﻭﻟﻴﻦ ﭼﻴﺰﻱﻛﻪﻧﻈﺮﻡﺭﺍ ﺟﻠﺐ ﻛﺮﺩ،ﻛﺎﺑﻴﻦ ﻣﻼﻗﺎﺕ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺑﺴﻴﺎﺭﺗﻨﮓ ﻭ ﻭﺍﻗﻌﺎ" ﻳﻚ ﻧﻔﺮﻩ. ﻳﻚ ﻟﺤﻈﻪ ﻓﻜﺮ ﻛﺮﺩﻡ: ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺍﻧﻔﺮﺍﺩﻱ،ﻛﺎﺑﻴﻦ ﻣﻼﻗﺎﺕﻫﻢ ﺍﻧﻔﺮﺍﺩﻱ...

ﺑﻪ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ ﺟﺮﺍﺕ ﺩﺍﺩﻡ ﻭ ﭘﺸﺖ ﺳﺮﻡ ﺭﺍ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﻛﺮﺩﻡ. ﺩﻳﻮﺍﺭﻱ ﺳﺒﺰ ﺭﻧﮓ ﻭ ﺳﺮﺗﺎﺳﺮﻱ ﻭﺟﻮﺩ ﺩﺍﺷﺖ. ﺍﻳﻦ ﺩﻳﻮﺍﺭ ﺑﺎ ﺩﻳﻮﺍﺭﻩ ﻛﺎﺑﻴﻦ ﻣﻼﻗﺎﺕ، ﺭﺍﻫﺮﻭﻱ ﺑﺎﺭﻳﻜﻲ ﺑﻪ ﻭﺟﻮﺩ ﺁﻭﺭﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺍﻳﻦ ﻓﻀﺎ ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ﻛﻨﺘﺮﻝ ﻣﻼﻗﺎﺕ، ﻭ ﺭﻓﺖ ﻭ ﺁﻣﺪ ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭﺍﻥ ﻣﺮﺍﻗﺐ ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ﻣﻼﻗﺎﺕ ﺑﻮﺩ.

ﮔﻔﺘﻨﺪ: "ﭼﺸﻢﺑﻨﺪﺗﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺮﺩﺍﺭﻳﺪ!"

ﻣﺎ ﺑﺮﺩﺍﺷﺘﻴﻢ. ﺩﺳﺘﻮﺭ ﺩﺍﺩﻧﺪ: "ﺁﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺟﻴﺐﺗﺎﻥ ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭﻳﺪ ﻭ ﺣﻖ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﻳﺪ ﺑﻪ ﺧﺎﻧﻮﺍﺩﻩﻫﺎ ﻧﺸﺎﻥ ﺑﺪﻫﻴﺪ. ﻧﺸﺎﻥ ﺩﺍﺩﻥ ﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﻭ ﻗﻄﻊ ﻣﻼﻗﺎﺕﻫﻤﺎﻥ!" ﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﺯﻗﻄﻊ ﺻﺪﺍ ﺣﻖ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﻳﺪ، ﺑﻠﻨﺪ ﺍﺯﭘﺸﺖ ﺷﻴﺸﻪﺑﺎ ﺧﺎﻧﻮﺍﺩﻩﻫﺎ ﺣﺮﻑ ﺑﺰﻧﻴﺪ.

ﺑﺎ ﻗﻄﻊ ﺻﺤﺒﺖﻫﺎﻱ ﺩﺳﺘﻮﺭﺩﻫﻨﺪﻩﻛﻪﻳﻚ ﻣﺮﺩﺑﻮﺩ؛ ﺧﺎﻧﻮﺍﺩﻩﻫﺎ ﻭﺍﺭﺩ ﻣﺤﻮﻃﻪ ﺷﺪﻧﺪ. ﭘﺪﺭ ﻭ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡﺭﺍﺩﻳﺪﻡ. ﺗﺎ ﺑﻨﺎﮔﻮﺵ ﺩﻫﺎﻧﻢ ﺑﺎﺯ ﺷﺪ! ﻣﻲﺧﻨﺪﻳﺪﻡ. ﭘﺪﺭﻡ ﺩﺳﺘﺶ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﻧﺸﺎﻧﻪ ﺑﻐﻞ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻦ ﻣﻦ ﺭﻭﻱ ﺷﻴﺸﻪ ﮔﺬﺍﺷﺖ. ﺩﺳﺘﺶ ﺭﺍ ﺍﺯ ﺍﻳﻦﻃﺮﻑ ﺷﻴﺸﻪ ﺑﻮﺳﻴﺪﻡ. ﺑﻪ ﻣﺎﺩﺭ ﺧﻮﺑﻢ ﺳﻼﻡ ﮔﻔﺘﻢ. ﺩﺭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻟﺤﻈﺎﺕ ﻫﻨﻮﺯ ﺻﺪﺍ ﻭﺻﻞ ﻧﺸﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﺯ ﻭﺻﻞ ﺻﺪﺍ، ﺩﻭﺑﺎﺭﻩ ﺳﻼﻡ ﻭ ﺍﺣﻮﺍﻝﭘﺮﺳﻲ ﻛﺮﺩﻳﻢ. ﺍﺷﻚ ﺩﺭ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻥ ﭘﺪﺭﻡ ﺣﻠﻘﻪﺯﺩ. ﺍﺷﺎﺭﻩ ﺑﻪﭘﺸﺖ ﻛﺮﺩﻡ ﻭ ﺑﺎ ﺍﺷﺎﺭﻩ ﻟﺐ ﮔﻔﺘﻢ: "ﻧﻪ! ﺁﻗﺎﺟﺎﻥ، ﭘﻴﺶ ﺍﻳﻦﻫﺎﮔﺮﻳﻪﻧﻜﻦ."

ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡﮔﻔﺖ: "ﭼﻜﺎﺭﻛﺮﺩﻱ، ﺁﻭﺭﺩﻧﺖ ﺍﻳﻨﺠﺎ؟ﻣﻲﮔﻮﻳﻨﺪ ﺷﻤﺎﺭﻫﺒﺮ ﻫﺴﺘﻴﺪ ﻭ ﺩﺭﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥ ﻗﺰﻝﺣﺼﺎﺭ ﺷﻮﺭﺵ ﻛﺮﺩﻩﺍﻳﺪ؟"

ﺑﺎﻋﻼﻣﺖ ﺳﺮ ﮔﻔﺘﻢ: "ﻧﻪ!"

ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡﮔﻔﺖ: "ﻏﺬﺍ ﺑﻬﺘﺎﻥ ﻣﻲﺩﻫﻨﺪ؟ﻫﻮﺍﺧﻮﺭﻱ،ﺭﻭﺯﻧﺎﻣﻪ ﭼﻲ؟"

- ﺩﻳﺸﺐ ﺑﻬﻤﺎﻥ ﺭﻭﺯﻧﺎﻣﻪﺩﺍﺩﻧﺪ.

- ﺩﺭﺑﻴﺮﻭﻥ ﻣﻲﮔﻮﻳﻨﺪ، ﭘﺎﻫﺎﻳﺘﺎﻥ ﺭﺍﺯﻧﺠﻴﺮ ﻣﻲﻛﻨﻨﺪ... ﺑﺮﻭ ﻋﻘﺐ ﭘﺎﻫﺎﻳﺖ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺒﻴﻨﻢ!

ﻳﻚ ﻗﺪﻡﻋﻘﺐ ﮔﺬﺍﺷﺘﻢ ﻭ ﺑﺎ ﺧﻮﺩﻡﮔﻔﺘﻢ: ﻣﺎﻣﺎﻥ ﻧﻤﻲﺩﺍﻧﺪ ﭼﻪ ﺟﺎﻳﻲ ﮔﻴﺮ ﻛﺮﺩﻩﺍﻳﻢ. ﻳﻚ ﻗﺪﻡﻋﻘﺐ ﺭﻓﺘﻦ،ﻋﻮﺍﻗﺒﺶ ﺍﺯﻗﻞ ﻭ ﺯﻧﺠﻴﺮ ﺑﻴﺸﺘﺮ ﺍﺳﺖ! ﺳﺮﻳﻊ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ ﺭﺍ ﺟﺎﺑﻪﺟﺎ ﻛﺮﺩﻡ ﺗﺎ ﻛﺴﻲ ﻣﺘﻮﺟﻪ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻛﺎﺭ ﻣﻦ ﻧﺸﻮﺩ. ﺑﻌﺪ ﺑﻪ ﭼﺸﻢﻫﺎﻳﻢ ﺍﺷﺎﺭﻩ ﻛﺮﺩﻡ، ﺑﻪ ﻧﺸﺎﻧﻪ ﺍﻳﻦﻛﻪ ﭼﺸﻢﺑﻨﺪ ﻣﻲﺯﻧﻨﺪ. ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭ ﻫﻢ ﻣﺪﺍﻭﻡ ﺩﺭ ﺣﺎﻝ ﺭﻓﺖ ﻭ ﺁﻣﺪ ﺍﺯ ﭘﺸﺖ ﺳﺮﻣﺎﻥ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﮔﺎﻫﻲ ﻧﻴﺰ ﺭﻭﻱ ﺧﻂ ﻣﻜﺎﻟﻤﻪ ﻣﻲﺁﻣﺪﻧﺪ ﻛﻪ ﺻﺪﺍ ﺿﻌﻴﻒ ﻣﯽ ﺷﺪ. ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭﻱ ﻛﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺑﻐﻞ ﻛﺎﺑﻴﻦ ﺍﻳﺴﺘﺎﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ، ﺍﺧﻄﺎﺭ ﺩﺍﺩ ﺗﺮﻛﻲ ﺣﺮﻑ ﻧﺰﻧﻢ؛ ﻭﻟﻲ ﺑﺎﺯ ﺍﺩﺍﻣﻪ ﺩﺍﺩﻡ. ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡ ﺻﺤﺒﺖ ﻫﻤﻴﺸﮕﻲﺍﺵ ﺭﺍ ﭘﻴﺶ ﻛﺸﻴﺪ ﻭ ﮔﻔﺖ: "ﭘﺮﻭﻳﺰ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﺪ ﺗﻜﻠﻴﻒ ﺧﻮﺩﺵ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺪﺍﻧﺪ. ﻛﻲ ﺑﻴﺮﻭﻥ ﻣﻲﺁﻳﻲ؟"

- ﻣﺎﻣﺎﻥ ﺟﺎﻥ، ﻣﻦ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻳﻚﺳﺎﻝ ﻭ ﺍﻧﺪﻱ ﺑﻪﺗﻮ ﮔﻔﺘﻪﺍﻡ؛ ﻣﻦ ﺣﺎﻻ، ﺣﺎﻻﻫﺎ ﺑﻴﺮﻭﻥ ﺁﻣﺪﻧﻲ ﻧﻴﺴﺘﻢ. ﭘﺮﻭﻳﺰ ﻫﻢ ﺗﻜﻠﻴﻔﺶ ﻣﺸﺨﺺ ﺍﺳﺖ. ﻣﺎﻛﻪ ﻗﺮﺍﺭﺍﺯﺩﻭﺍﺝ ﺑﺎﻫﻢ ﻧﮕﺬﺍﺷﺘﻴﻢ.

- ﻭﻟﻲ ﺍﻭ ﺑﻪﺗﻮ ﻋﻼﻗﻪﺩﺍﺭﺩ. ﻫﻤﺶﺯﻧﮓ ﻣﻲﺯﻧﺪ ﻭ ﺣﺎﻝ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻲﭘﺮﺳﺪ.

- ﻣﺎﻣﺎﻥ، ﺑﻬﺶ ﺳﻼﻡﺑﺮﺳﺎﻥ ﻭ ﺑﮕﻮ ﺍﻭ ﻛﺎﻣﻼ" ﺁﺯﺍﺩﺍﺳﺖ. ﺯﻧﺪﮔﻴﺶﺭﺍ ﭘﻴﺶ ﺑﺒﺮﺩ ﻭ ﺑﺎﻫﺮ ﻛﺴﻲ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﺪ ﺍﺯﺩﻭﺍﺝ ﻛﻨﺪ.

ﺑﻐﺾﮔﻠﻮﻳﻢ ﺭﺍﮔﺮﻓﺖ. ﻧﻤﻲﺧﻮﺍﺳﺘﻢ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡﺑﻔﻬﻤﺪ ﻛﻪﻣﻦ ﺍﺯﺗﻪﺩﻝ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺣﺮﻑ ﺭﺍ ﻧﻤﻲﺯﻧﻢ. ﺩﻭﺑﺎﺭﻩ ﺍﺩﺍﻣﻪﺩﺍﺩ: "ﺩﺭﺍﻳﻦ ﻳﻚﺳﺎﻝ ﻭ ﺍﻧﺪﻱ ﭘﺮﻭﻳﺰ ﺻﺒﺮ ﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺗﺎ ﺗﻮ ﺑﻴﺎﻱﺑﻴﺮﻭﻥ ﻛﻪﺑﻴﺎﺩ ﺧﻮﻧﻪﻣﺎ."

ﻧﺎﺭﺍﺣﺖ ﻭ ﻋﺎﺟﺰ ﺑﻮﺩﻡﻛﻪ ﭼﺮﺍ ﻧﻤﻲﺗﻮﺍﻧﻢ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡﺭﺍ ﻣﺘﻮﺟﻪﻛﻨﻢ ﻛﻪﺍﻳﻨﺠﺎ ﻣﺎﻧﺪﻧﻢ ﺩﺳﺖ ﻣﻦ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ. ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡﮔﻔﺖ: "ﺁﺧﺮﻳﻦ ﺑﺎﺭﻱ ﻛﻪ ﺩﻳﺪﻣﺶ ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ﺧﺘﻢ ﭘﺪﺭﺵ ﺑﻪﺁﻧﺠﺎﺭﻓﺘﻪﺑﻮﺩﻳﻢ... ﻫﻤﻪﺍﺵ ﺻﺤﺒﺖ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩ ﻭ ﺑﻪﻣﻦ ﻭ ﭘﺪﺭﺕ ﺍﺣﺘﺮﺍﻡﺯﻳﺎﺩﻱ ﮔﺬﺍﺷﺖ."

ﺩﺭ ﻳﻚ ﻟﺤﻈﻪﻳﺎﺩﺵ ﻛﺮﺩﻡ، ﺩﻟﻢ ﺑﺮﺍﻳﺶ ﺗﻨﮓ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﭼﻬﺎﺭ ﺳﺎﻝ ﺑﻮﺩﻛﻪﻫﻤﺪﻳﮕﺮ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻲﺷﻨﺎﺧﺘﻴﻢ. ﻋﺸﻖ ﺭﺍﺩﺭﺍﻭ ﺗﺠﺮﺑﻪﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ. ﻣﺠﺪﺩﺍ" ﺗﻜﺮﺍﺭﻛﺮﺩﻡ: "ﺑﻪﺍﻧﺘﻈﺎﺭﻣﻦ ﻧﺒﺎﺷﺪ..."

ﻣﻼﻗﺎﺕ ﻗﻄﻊ ﺷﺪ. ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡﺗﻜﻪﻛﻼﻡ ﺧﻮﺩﺵ ﺭﺍ ﺗﻜﺮﺍﺭﻛﺮﺩ: "ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺩﺕ ﻣﻮﺍﻇﺒﺖ ﻛﻦ!"

ﺁﻥﻫﺎ ﺍﺯﻛﺎﺑﻴﻦ ﺩﻭﺭ ﺷﺪﻧﺪ ﻭ ﻣﺎ ﺑﺎﻳﺪ ﺩﺭ ﻛﺎﺑﻴﻦ ﻣﻲﺍﻳﺴﺘﺎﺩﻳﻢ ﺗﺎ ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭ ﻣﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﻃﺮﻑ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﻫﺪﺍﻳﺖ ﻛﻨﺪ. ﺩﺭ ﺍﻓﻜﺎﺭ ﺧﻮﺩﻡﻏﺮﻕ ﺑﻮﺩﻡﻛﻪﻣﺮﺩﻱ ﺟﻠﻮ ﺁﻣﺪ ﻭ ﮔﻔﺖ: "ﻣﮕﺮ ﺑﻪﺗﻮ ﻧﮕﻔﺘﻢ ﺗﺮﻛﻲ ﺣﺮﻑ ﻧﺰﻥ؟!"

- ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡ ﺍﺻﻼ" ﻓﺎﺭﺳﻲ ﺑﻠﺪ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ. ﺣﺘﻲ ﺩﺭ ﻗﺰﻝﺣﺼﺎﺭﻛﻪﺗﻮﺍﺑﻴﻦ ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ﻛﻨﺘﺮﻝ ﻣﻼﻗﺎﺕ ﺑﺎ ﻣﺎ ﻣﻲﺁﻣﺪﻧﺪ، ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ﻛﻨﺘﺮﻝ ﻣﻼﻗﺎﺕ ﻣﻦ ﻳﻚ ﺗﻮﺍﺏﺗﺮﻙ ﻣﻲﺁﻭﺭﺩﻧﺪ.

ﺧﻮﺩﻡﺍﺯ ﺣﺮﻓﻢ ﺧﻨﺪﻩﺍﻡﮔﺮﻓﺘﻪﺑﻮﺩ. ﺗﻮﺍﺏﺗﺮﻙ! ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭﻣﺮﺩﺑﻬﻢ ﮔﻔﺖ: "ﭼﺸﻢﺑﻨﺪ ﺑﺰﻥ!"

ﺁﻥﺭﺍ ﻛﻨﺘﺮﻝ ﻛﺮﺩ ﺗﺎ ﺳﻔﺖ ﻭ ﻣﺤﻜﻢ ﺑﺴﺘﻪ ﺑﺎﺷﻢ. ﺑﻼﻓﺎﺻﻠﻪ ﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﺯ ﺯﺩﻥ ﭼﺸﻢﺑﻨﺪ، ﺑﺎ ﺩﺳﺘﺶ ﻣﺤﻜﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺳﺮﻡ ﻛﻮﺑﻴﺪ. ﺑﺮﻕ ﺍﺯ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻧﻢ ﭘﺮﻳﺪ. ﺳﺮﻡﮔﻴﺞ ﺭﻓﺖ ﻭ ﻟﺤﻈﻪﺍﻱ ﻧﺘﻮﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﺧﻮﺩﻡﺭﺍ ﻛﻨﺘﺮﻝ ﻛﻨﻢ. ﭼﺸﻢﺑﻨﺪ ﺑﻪﺍﻧﺪﺍﺯﻩ ﻛﺎﻓﻲ ﮔﻴﺞ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩ. ﺿﺮﺑﻪﺑﻪ ﺳﺮﻡ ﻧﻴﺰ ﺍﻳﻦ ﮔﻴﺠﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺻﺪ ﺑﺮﺍﺑﺮ ﻛﺮﺩ. ﺳﺮﻡ ﺳﻨﮕﻴﻦ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺍﺣﺴﺎﺱ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻡ ﺍﺯ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻧﻢ ﻫﺰﺍﺭﺍﻥ ﺟﺮﻗﻪﺑﻴﺮﻭﻥ ﭘﺮﻳﺪ. ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭﮔﺰﺍﺭﺵ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺑﻪﻧﺎﺩﺭﻱﺩﺍﺩ. ﺍﻭ ﺟﻠﻮ ﺁﻣﺪ ﻭ ﮔﻔﺖ: "ﺑﺒﻴﻨﻢ ﻛﻴﻪ؟"

ﻧﮕﺎﻫﻢ ﻛﺮﺩ: "ﻣﻲﺷﻨﺎﺳﻤﺶ!"

ﺑﻪ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺁﻭﺭﺩﻩ ﺷﺪﻡ. ﻫﻢ ﺧﻮﺷﺤﺎﻝ ﻭ ﻫﻢ ﻧﺎﺭﺍﺣﺖ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ. ﺍﺯﻋﺰﻳﺰﺍﻧﻢ ﺧﺒﺮ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻪﺑﻮﺩﻡ، ﺍﻣﺎ ﺍﺯﺍﻳﻦ ﻛﻪﻫﺮ ﺑﺮﺧﻮﺭﺩﻛﻮﭼﻚ ﺑﺮﺍﻳﺖ ﮔﺰﺍﺭﺵ ﻣﯽ ﺷﺪ، ﻧﺎﺭﺍﺣﺖ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ. ﻛﻮﭼﻚﺗﺮﻳﻦ ﺣﻘﺖ، ﺑﺰﺭﮒﺗﺮﻳﻦ ﺟﺮﻡ ﻣﺤﺴﻮﺏ ﻣﯽ ﺷﺪ. ﺍﻧﮕﺎﺭ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﻨﺪ، ﺩﺭ ﺍﻳﻨﺠﺎ ﺍﺯ ﺁﺩﻡﻫﺎ ﻣﺠﺴﻤﻪ ﺑﺴﺎﺯﻧﺪ ﻭ ﺑﺲ.

ﺑﺎ ﻫﻢ ﺳﻠﻮﻟﻲﺍﻡ ﺧﺒﺮﻫﺎﻱ ﺗﺎﺯﻩ ﺭﺍ ﺭﺩ ﻭ ﺑﺪﻝ ﻛﺮﺩﻳﻢ. ﺩﺭ ﻫﻤﻴﻦ ﺣﻴﻦ ﻳﺎﺩﺁﻭﺭ ﺷﺪﻡ، ﺑﻪﺧﺎﻃﺮ ﺗﺮﺱ ﺍﺯ ﺧﺎﻧﻮﺍﺩﻩ ﻭ ﻋﺎﺩﻱ ﺳﺎﺧﺘﻦ ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥ ﮔﻮﻫﺮﺩﺷﺖ ﺭﻭﺯﻧﺎﻣﻪﺭﺍﺩﺍﺩﻧﺪ. ﺭﻭﺯﻧﺎﻣﻪﺩﺍﺩﻥ ﭼﻨﺪ ﺭﻭﺯﺑﻴﺸﺘﺮ ﻃﻮﻝ ﻧﻜﺸﻴﺪ، ﺣﺘﻲ ﺭﻭﺯﻧﺎﻣﻪﻫﺎﻱ ﺑﺎﻃﻠﻪﺭﺍﻫﻢ ﺟﻤﻊ ﻛﺮﺩﻧﺪ.

ﺷﺐﻫﺎ ﻭ ﺭﻭﺯﻫﺎﻱ ﺟﻤﻌﻪ ﻛﻪ ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭﻫﺎﻱ ﺯﻥ ﻧﺒﻮﺩﻧﺪ، ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥ ﺩﺭ ﺗﺮﺱ ﻭﺩﻟﻬﺮﻩ ﺑﺮﺍﻳﻤﺎﻥ ﻣﻲﮔﺬﺷﺖ. ﻧﻴّﺮﻩ ﻣﻲﮔﻔﺖ: "ﻃﻮﺭﻱ ﺑﺨﻮﺍﺑﻴﻢ ﻛﻪ ﺍﻧﺤﻨﺎﻱ ﺑﺪﻧﻤﺎﻥ ﺩﻳﺪﻩ ﻧﺸﻮﺩ." ﺍﻳﻦ ﻃﺮﺡ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺷﻜﻞ ﺧﻨﺪﻩﺩﺍﺭﻱ ﭘﻴﺶ ﻣﻲﺑﺮﺩﻳﻢ. ﻛﻠـﻲ ﺗﻤﺮﻳﻦ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻳﻢ ﺗﺎ ﺩﺭ ﺑﻬﺘﺮﻳﻦ ﺣﺎﻻﺕ، ﻳﻌﻨﻲ ﺻﺎﻑﺗﺮﻳﻦ ﺣﺎﻻﺕﺩﺭﺭﻭﻱﺯﻣﻴﻦ ﺩﺭﺍﺯﺑﻜﺸﻴﻢ ﻛﻪﻫﻴﭻ ﺑﺮﺟﺴﺘﮕﻲ ﺍﺯﺑﺪﻧﻤﺎﻥ ﺩﻳﺪﻩ ﻧﺸﻮﺩ. ﺑﺎﺭﻫﺎ ﻭ ﺑﺎﺭﻫﺎ ﭘﺘﻮﻫﺎﺭﺍﺭﻭﻱ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﺧﺘﻪ ﻭ ﻧﻔﺮ ﺑﻌﺪﻱ ﺑﻪﺩﻡﺩﺭ ﻣﻲﺭﻓﺖ ﻭ ﺑﺎ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﻳﻚ ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭ ﻣﺮﺩ ﺑﻪﭘﺘﻮ ﻧﻈﺮ ﻣﻲﺍﻧﺪﺍﺧﺖ. ﻧﻈﺮ ﺩﺍﺩﻩ ﻣﯽ ﺷﺪ ﻛﻪﺑﺎﻳﺪ ﺑﻴﺸﺘﺮ ﻭ ﺑﻴﺸﺘﺮ ﺑﻪ ﺯﻣﻴﻦ ﭼﺴﺒﻴﺪ ﺗﺎ ﻫﻴﭻ ﺍﺛﺮ ﻭ ﺁﺛﺎﺭﻱ ﺍﺯ "ﺟﺮﻡﻣﺎﻥ" ﺩﻳﺪﻩ ﻧﺸﻮﺩ. ﻧﻴﺮﻩ ﻭﻗﺘﻲ ﺯﻳﺮ ﭘﺘﻮ ﺩﺭﺍﺯ ﻣﻲﻛﺸﻴﺪ ﻭ ﻣﻦ ﻧﻈﺎﺭﻩﮔﺮ ﺩﺍﺳﺘﺎﻥ ﻣﯽ ﺷﺪﻡ، ﺻﺤﻨﻪ ﺧﻨﺪﻩﺩﺍﺭ ﻣﯽ ﺷﺪ. ﺍﻭ ﺗﭙﻞ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭ ﻛﻠﻲ ﺍﺯﺩﺳﺘﺶ ﻣﻲﺧﻨﺪﻳﺪﻡ. ﻧﻴﺮﻩ ﻣﻲﮔﻔﺖ: "ﺑﺎ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻫﻴﻜﻞ ﺩﺭﺷﺘﻢ ﺣﺘﻤﺎ" ﺩﺭﻳﭽﻪﺭﺍ ﺑﺎﺯ ﻛﻨﻨﺪ ﺍﻭﻝ ﺑﻪﻣﻦ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﻣﻲﻛﻨﻨﺪ ﻭ ﻣﻦ ﻫﻢ ﺑﺎ ﺍﻳﻦ ﭼﺸﻢﻫﺎﻱ ﺑﺎﺑﺎﻏﻮﺭﻱ ﻭ ﻛﻮﺭﻡﻧﻤﻲﺗﻮﺍﻧﻢ ﺁﻥﻫﺎﺭﺍ ﺗﺸﺨﻴﺺﺑﺪﻫﻢ ﻛﻪﺯﻥ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻳﺎ ﻣﺮﺩ؟!

ﺑﺎﻳﺪ ﺍﺯﻓﺮﺩﺍ ﻭﺭﺯﺵ ﺭﺍﺯﻳﺎﺩﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺗﺎﻫﻴﻜﻠﻢ ﺭﺍ ﻻﻏﺮ ﻛﻨﻢ ﻭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﻣﻮﻗﻊ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﺑﺮﺟﺴﺘﮕﻲ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺘﻪﺑﺎﺷﻢ."

ﺗﺼﻤﻴﻢ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻳﻢ ﭘﺘﻮﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﻃﻮﺭ ﻣﺸﺘﺮﻙ ﺭﻭﻳﻤﺎﻥ ﭘﻬﻦ ﻛﻨﻴﻢ. ﺳﻪ ﺗﺎ ﭘﺘﻮ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﻃﻮﺭ ﺍﻓﻘﻲ ﭘﻬﻦ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻳﻢ. ﺣﻖ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺘﻴﻢ ﻣﺸﺘﺮﻛﺎ" ﺍﺯ ﭘﺘﻮ ﺍﺳﺘﻔﺎﺩﻩ ﻛﻨﻴﻢ ﺑﺎ ﻫﻤﻪ ﻋﻮﺍﻗﺒﺶ ﺗﻮﺍﻓﻖ ﻛﺮﺩﻳﻢ ﻛﻪ ﺍﮔﺮ ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭﺍﻥ ﺑﻪ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻛﺎﺭ ﺍﻋﺘﺮﺍﺽ ﻛﻨﻨﺪ، ﺳﺮﻣﺎﻱ ﺯﻳﺎﺩ ﻭ ﺷﺮﺍﻳﻂ ﻏﻴﺮﻗﺎﺑﻞ ﺧﻮﺍﺑﻴﺪﻥ ﺭﺍ ﻋﻨﻮﺍﻥ ﻛﻨﻴﻢ. ﻣﻲﺩﺍﻧﺴﺘﻴﻢ ﻛﻪ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻳﻜﻲ ﺍﺯ ﺑﺰﺭﮒﺗﺮﻳﻦ "ﻧﻘﺾ ﻣﻘﺮﺭﺍﺕ"ﻫﺎ، ﺩﺭ ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻭ ﺷﻼﻕ ﻭ ﺷﺮﺍﻳﻂ ﺳﺨﺖﺗﺮ ﺍﺯﺍﻳﻦ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﮔﻴﺮﻱﺩﺍﺭﺩ. ﺑﺎ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺣﺎﻝ، ﺑﻴﻦ ﺳﺮﻣﺎ ﻭ ﺷﻼﻕ ﺩﺭﻋﻤﻞ ﺩﻭﻣﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺟﺎﻥ ﺧﺮﻳﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻳﻢ.

ﻣﺜﻞ ﻛﺘﺎﺏ ﺭﻭﻱ ﺯﻣﻴﻦ ﺩﺭﺍﺯ ﻣﻲﻛﺸﻴﺪﻡ. ﺳﺮﻣﺎﻱ ﺯﻣﻴﻦ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎ ﭘﺸﺖ ﺩﺭﺩ ﻟﻌﻨﺘﻲ ﺗﺤﻤﻞ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻡ ﺍﻣﺎ ﭘﺎﻫﺎﻳﻢ ﺗﺎﺯﺍﻧﻮ ﺑﻴﺮﻭﻥ ﻣﻲﺍﻓﺘﺎﺩ.

ﭘﺎﻫﺎﻳﻢ ﺭﺍ ﭼﻪﻛﻨﻢ؟! ﻛﻠﻲ ﺳﺮِﺧﻮﺍﺑﻴﺪﻥ ﻣﻲﺧﻨﺪﻳﺪﻳﻢ ﻭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻧﻮﻉ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﺭﺍ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﻗﻮﺭﺑﺎﻏﻪﺍﻱ ﻧﺎﻡﮔﺬﺍﺷﺘﻪﺑﻮﺩﻳﻢ. ﺩﺭ ﺣﺎﻟﺖ ﺩﺭﺍﺯﻛﺶ، ﭘﺎﻫﺎﺭﺍ ﺗﺎ ﺁﻥﺟﺎﻳﻲ ﻛﻪﻣﯽ ﺷﺪ ﺍﺯﺯﺍﻧﻮ ﺧﻢ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻳﻢ ﻭ ﺑﻪ ﺷﻜﻞ ﻳﻚ ﻗﻮﺭﺑﺎﻏﻪﺩﺭﻣﻲﺁﻣﺪﻳﻢ. ﻫﻤﻴﺸﻪﺩﺭ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﻭ ﺑﻴﺪﺍﺭﻱﺑﻮﺩﻡ.

ﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﺯ ﺗﺠﺮﺑﻪ ﺁﻥ ﻣﺮﺩ ﻫﻴﺰ، ﻫﻴﭻﻭﻗﺖ ﺑﻪﺩﺭﺳﺘﻲ ﺷﺐﻫﺎ ﻧﻤﻲﺧﻮﺍﺑﻴﺪﻡ. ﻻﻣﭗ ﻟﻌﻨﺘﻲ، ﺗﺎ ﺻﺒﺢ ﺭﻭﺷﻦ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﭼﻪﻗﺪﺭ ﺍﺯ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻧﻮﺭ ﻣﺰﺍﺣﻢ ﺯﺟﺮ ﻣﻲﻛﺸﻴﺪﻡ. ﺩﻟﻢ ﻧﻤﻲﺧﻮﺍﺳﺖ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻧﻢ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎ ﺭﻭﺳﺮﻱ ﺑﭙﻮﺷﺎﻧﻢ، ﭼﻮﻥ ﺍﺣﺴﺎﺱ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻡ ﺑﺎﻳﺪ ﺑﻪ ﻣﺤﻴﻂ ﺍﺣﺎﻃﻪ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻪ ﺎﺷﻢ. ﺑﻪ ﺳﻘﻒ ﻟﻌﻨﺘﻲ ﻫﻢ ﻛﻪﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻡﺗﺎ ﺧﻮﺍﺑﻢ ﺑﺒﺮﺩ، ﻓﻠﺸﻲ ﺩﺭ ﺟﻬﺖ ﻗﺒﻠﻪﻛﺸﻴﺪﻩ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺍﺯﺍﻳﻦ ﻓﻠﺶ ﻣﺘﻨﻔﺮ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ. ﭘﻨﺪﺍﺭﻱ ﺗﻤﺎﻣﻲ ﺳﺨﺘﻲ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻓﻠﺶ ﮔﻨﺠﺎﻧﺪﻩ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﭼﻘﺪﺭ ﺟﺎﻟﺐ! ﻧﻤﺎﺯ، ﻗﺒﻠﻪ،ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥ، ﺍﻧﻔﺮﺍﺩﻱ، ﺳﺮﻣﺎ ﺩﺭ ﻣﻘﺎﺑﻞ ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻧﻲ، ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻥ ﻭ ﻣﻦ ﺑﻪ ﻋﻨﻮﺍﻥ ﻳﻚ ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻧﻲ ﺳﻴﺎﺳﻲ ﻗﺮﺍﺭ ﺩﺍﺷﺖ. ﺑﺎ ﺗﻤﺎﻡ ﻭﺟﻮﺩ ﺑﻪ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻗﺒﻠﻪ ﻛﻴﻨﻪ ﻣﻲﻭﺭﺯﻳﺪﻡ. ﻋﺼﺮ ﻳﻚ ﺭﻭﺯ ﺟﻤﻌﻪ، ﻃﺒﻖ ﻣﻌﻤﻮﻝ ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭﻫﺎﻱ ﻣﺮﺩﺩﺭﺭﺍﻫﺮﻭ ﺭﻓﺖ ﻭ ﺁﻣﺪ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻧﺪ. ﻣﻦ ﻭ ﻧﻴّﺮﻩ ﺑﺎﻫﻢ ﺩﺭﺍﺗﺎﻕ ﻗﺪﻡﻣﻲﺯﺩﻳﻢ. ﻫﻢ ﺳﻠﻮﻟﻲﺍﻡﮔﻔﺖ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﺪ ﺩﺳﺖﺷﻮﻳﻲ ﺑﺮﻭﺩ. ﻣﻦ ﺩﺭ ﻭﺳﻂ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺍﻳﺴﺘﺎﺩﻡ. ﻃﻮﺭﻱ ﻛﻪﺭﻭﻳﻢ ﺑﻪﻃﺮﻑ ﺩﺭﻳﭽﻪﺩﺭ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻛﻪﺍﮔﺮ ﺍﺣﻴﺎﻧﺎ" ﺩﺭﻳﭽﻪﺑﺎﺯ ﺷﺪ، ﻧﻴّﺮﻩﺭﺍ ﻧﺒﻴﻨﻨﺪ. ﻫﻤﻴﻦ ﻛﻪ ﻧﻴّﺮﻩﻛﺎﺭﺵ ﺗﻤﺎﻡ ﺷﺪ ﻭ ﻫﺮ ﺩﻭ ﺩﺭ ﺣﺎﻝ ﻗﺪﻡﺯﺩﻥ ﺑﻮﺩﻳﻢ، ﻳﻚ ﺩﻓﻌﻪﺩﺭﻳﭽﻪﺑﺎﺯ ﺷﺪ. ﺩﻭ ﻣﺮﺩﺭﻳﺸﻮ ﺑﻪ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﻧﻈﺮ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﺧﺘﻨﺪ ﻭ ﻣﺎﻫﺎﺝ ﻭ ﻭﺍﺝ ﻣﺎﻧﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻳﻢ. ﻫﻤﻴﻦ ﻛﻪ ﻣﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺩﻳﺪﻧﺪ، ﺩﺭﻳﭽﻪﺭﺍ ﺑﺴﺘﻨﺪ. ﻭﺣﺸﺖ ﺗﻤﺎﻡ ﺗﻨﻢ ﺭﺍ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ: ﻭﺍﻱ ﺍﻳﻨﺠﺎ ﺩﻳﮕﻪ ﻛﺠﺎﺳﺖ؟ ﭼﺮﺍ ﻧﺒﺎﻳﺪ ﺍﺣﺴﺎﺱ ﺍﻣﻨﻴﺖ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻪﺑﺎﺷﻴﻢ؟ﻣﻦ ﻳﻚ ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻧﻲ ﻫﺴﺘﻢ. ﺑﺎﺯﺟﻮﻳﻲ ﺷﺪﻩﺍﻡ، ﺣﻜﻢ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻪﺍﻡ ﻭﻟﻲ ﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﺯﻳﻚ ﺳﺎﻝ ﻭ ﺍﻧﺪﻱ، ﺣﺎﻝ ﻭ ﺭﻭﺯﻣﺎﻥ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ. ﺍﺯ ﻗﺪﻡ ﺯﺩﻥ ﻣﻨﺼﺮﻑ ﺷﺪﻡ. ﭼﻤﺒﺎﺗﻤﻪ ﺯﺩﻡ ﻭ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻓﻜﺮ ﻓﺮﻭ ﺭﻓﺘﻢ ﻛﻪ ﺍﮔﺮ ﺩﺍﺧﻞ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺑﺸﻮﻧﺪ، ﭼﻪﻛﺎﺭ ﺑﺎﻳﺪ ﻛﺮﺩ؟ ﺩﺭ ﻫﻤﻴﻦ ﺣﻴﻦ، ﺷﺎﻳﺪ ﻧﻴﻢ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﻧﮕﺬﺷﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻛﻪ ﺩﻭﺑﺎﺭﻩ ﺩﺭﻳﭽﻪ ﺑﺎﺯ ﺷﺪ. ﻧﻴّﺮﻩ ﺳﺮﺵ ﭘﺎﻳﻴﻦ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭ ﺩﺍﺷﺖ ﻣﻮﺧﻮﺭﻩﻫﺎﻱ ﻣﻮﻳﺶ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻲﻛﻨﺪ. ﻣﻦ ﺣﺎﻟﺖ ﺣﺮﻑﺯﺩﻧﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺟﻴﻎ ﺗﺒﺪﻳﻞ ﺷﺪ: ﻭﺍﻱ! ﺩﻭﺑﺎﺭﻩﺩﺭﻳﭽﻪﺑﺎﺯ ﺷﺪ.

ﻳﻚ ﻣﺮﺩ ﺑﻮﺩ، ﺩﺭﺳﺖ ﻧﺘﻮﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﺍﻭ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺒﻴﻨﻢ. ﺳﺮﻳﻊ ﺩﺭﻳﭽﻪﺭﺍ ﺑﺴﺖ ﻭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺑﺎﺭ ﺻﺪﺍﻱ ﭘﺎﻳﺶ ﺭﺍ ﺷﻨﻴﺪﻡ ﻛﻪﺩﻭﺭ ﺷﺪ. ﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﺯﺭﻓﺘﻦ ﺁﻥﻫﺎ، ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ﻛﻨﺘﺮﻝ ﺯﻳﺮ ﺩﺭﺭﻓﺘﻢ ﻭ ﻧﻴّﺮﻩ ﺑﺎ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺑﻐﻞ ﺗﻤﺎﺱ ﮔﺮﻓﺖ. ﻣﺎﺟﺮﺍﺭﺍﮔﻔﺖ ﻭ ﭘﺮﺳﻴﺪ ﻛﻪﺁﻳﺎ ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ﺁﻥﻫﺎﻫﻤﻴﻦ ﻣﺸﻜﻞ ﭘﻴﺶ ﺁﻣﺪﻩ؟ﺁﻥﻫﺎﮔﻔﺘﻨﺪ: "ﻧﻪ."

ﻣﺪﺗﻲ ﮔﺬﺷﺖ، ﻏﺬﺍ ﺭﺍ ﺁﻭﺭﺩﻧﺪ. ﻃﺒﻖ ﻣﻌﻤﻮﻝِﻫﺮﺟﻤﻌﻪﻣﺮﺩﺍﻥ ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭﻏﺬﺍ ﺑﻪﻣﺎ ﻣﻲﺩﺍﺩﻧﺪ. ﭼﺎﺩﺭ ﺳﺮ ﻛﺮﺩﻳﻢ. ﺩﺭ ﺑﺎﺯ ﺷﺪ. ﺩﻭ ﻣﺮﺩ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ. ﺯﻳﺎﺩ ﺟﺮﺍﺕ ﻧﻜﺮﺩﻡﺑﻬﺸﺎﻥ ﻧﮕﺎﻩﻛﻨﻢ. ﺁﻥﻫﺎﻫﻢ ﺧﻴﻠﻲ ﻣﻌﻤﻮﻟﻲ ﻏﺬﺍﺩﺍﺩﻧﺪ. ﺗﺨﻢﻣﺮﻍ ﻭ ﺳﻴﺐﺯﻣﻴﻨﻲ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺩﺭﻳﻚ ﺑﺸﻘﺎﺏ ﻧﻤﻚ ﻭ ﭘﻨﻴﺮ ﻓﺮﺩﺍ ﺻﺒﺢ، ﻭ ﺩﺭ ﺑﺸﻘﺎﺏ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﭼﻬﺎﺭﺗﺨﻢﻣﺮﻍ ﺑﻪﻋﻼﻭﻩ ﺳﻴﺐﺯﻣﻴﻨﻲ ﺭﺍﮔﺬﺍﺷﺖ. ﺩﺭﺑﺴﺘﻪ ﺷﺪ. ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ﺷﺎﻡ ﺧﻴﻠﻲ ﺯﻭﺩﺑﻮﺩ. ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﺣﻮﺻﻠﻪﻗﺪﻡﺯﺩﻥ ﺭﺍ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺘﻴﻢ. ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻴﻢ ﻭ ﺩﺭﺑﺎﺭﻩ ﻭﻗﺎﻳﻊ ﺭﻭﺯ ﺣﺮﻑﺯﺩﻳﻢ. ﻧﻴّﺮﻩﮔﻔﺖ: "ﻣﻦ ﺣﺘﻤﺎ" ﺑﻪﺭﺋﻴﺲﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥ ﻣﻲﮔﻮﻳﻢ."

ﺩﻻﻳﻞ ﺑﻲﻓﺎﻳﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻥ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻗﻀﻴﻪﺭﺍﮔﻮﺵﺯﺩ ﻛﺮﺩﻡ. ﭼﻨﺪ ﺭﻭﺯ ﺍﺯ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻣﺎﺟﺮﺍﮔﺬﺷﺖ. ﻧﺎﺩﺭﻱ ﺩﺭﻳﭽﻪ ﺳﻠﻮﻝﻫﺎﺭﺍ ﺑﺎﺯﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻭ ﻳﻚ ﻛﻠﻤﻪﻣﻲﮔﻔﺖ: "ﺣﺠﺎﺏ!"

ﻣﺎ ﭼﺎﺩﺭﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺳﺮ ﻛﺮﺩﻳﻢ ﻭ ﺁﻣﺎﺩﻩ ﺷﺪﻳﻢ. "ﺻﺒﺤﻲ" ﺭﺋﻴﺲ ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﻳﻚ ﻗﺪﻡ ﺍﺯ ﺩﺭ ﺑﻪ ﺟﻠﻮ ﺁﻣﺪ ﻭ ﭘﺮﺳﻴﺪ: "ﺟﺎﻳﺘﺎﻥ ﺭﺍﺣﺖ ﺍﺳﺖ؟ﺩﻭ ﻧﻔﺮﻱﻫﺴﺘﻴﺪ ﺑﻬﺘﺮ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ؟ ﻭ ﺍﻳﻨﺠﺎﮔﺮﻡﺗﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺳﻠﻮﻝﻫﺎﻱﺁﻥ ﻃﺮﻑﻧﻴﺴﺖ؟"

ﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﺯ ﺟﻮﺍﺏﻫﺎﻱ ﻛﻮﺗﺎﻩ ﻣﺎ، ﻧﻴّﺮﻩﮔﻔﺖ: "ﺭﻭﺯ ﺟﻤﻌﻪﻛﻪﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭﻫﺎﻱ ﺯﻥ ﻧﺒﻮﺩﻧﺪ، ﺩﻭﺑﺎﺭﺩﺭﻳﭽﻪ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﻣﺎ ﺑﺎﺯ ﺷﺪ، ﺑﺪﻭﻥ ﺁﻥﻛﻪﻣﺎ ﻓﻼﺷﻲ ﺯﻳﺮ ﺩﺭﮔﺬﺍﺷﺘﻪﺑﺎﺷﻴﻢ ﻭ ﻳﺎ ﺍﺣﻴﺎﻧﺎ" ﻛﺎﺭﻱﺩﺍﺷﺘﻪﺑﺎﺷﻴﻢ."

ﺻﺒﺤﻲ ﮔﻔﺖ: "ﺷﻤﺎ ﺍﺷﺘﺒﺎﻩﻛﺮﺩﻳﺪ ﻭ ﺍﺻﻼ" ﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﭼﻴﺰﻱ ﺍﻣﻜﺎﻥ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﺩﺍﺗﻔﺎﻕ ﺍﻓﺘﺎﺩﻩ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ."

ﻧﻴّﺮﻩﺩﺍﺷﺖ ﻣﻲﮔﻔﺖ: "ﺍﮔﺮ ﻣﻦ ﺍﺷﺘﺒﺎﻩﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﺎﺷﻢ، ﻣﻦ ﻳﻚ ﻧﻔﺮ ﻫﺴﺘﻢ ﻭﻟﻲ ﻣﺎﺩﻭ ﻧﻔﺮ ﺑﻮﺩﻳﻢ..."

ﻣﻦ ﻳﻮﺍﺷﻜﻲ، ﺑﺪﻭﻥ ﺁﻥﻛﻪ ﻧﺎﺩﺭﻱ ﺑﺒﻴﻨﺪ، ﭘﺎﻳﻢ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﭘﺎﻳﺶ ﻛﻮﺑﻴﺪﻡ ﻛﻪ ﺣﺮﻑ ﻧﺰﻧﺪ. ﭼﻮﻥ ﻛﺎﺭ ﺑﻪ ﺟﺎﻫﺎﻱ ﺑﺎﺭﻳﻚ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﺪ ﻛﺸﻴﺪ.

ﺻﺒﺤﻲ ﮔﻔﺖ: "ﺍﺯﺍﻳﻦ ﺑﻪﺑﻌﺪ ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭﻫﺎﻱﺯﻥ ﺷﺒﺎﻧﻪﺭﻭﺯﻱ ﺍﻳﻦﺟﺎ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﻨﺪ ﺑﻮﺩ."

ﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﺯﺭﻓﺘﻦ ﺭﺋﻴﺲ ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥ، ﻧﻴّﺮﻩ ﮔﻔﺖ: "ﺩﻳﺪﻱ ﻣﺎﺭﺍﻛﻮﺭ ﺣﺴﺎﺏ ﻛﺮﺩ؟! ﺍﺻﻼ" ﺑﻪﻃﻮﺭﻛﺎﻣﻞ ﺯﺩ ﺯﻳﺮﺵ! ﻣﺜﻞ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻛﻪ ﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﭼﻴﺰﻱ ﻭﺟﻮ ﺩﻧﺪﺍﺷﺘﻪ ﺍﺳﺖ."

ﺑﺮﺍﻳﻢ ﻣﺜﻞ ﺭﻭﺯ ﺭﻭﺷﻦ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻛﻪ ﺁﻥﻫﺎ ﻫﻴﭻ ﻭﻗﺖ ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭﻫﺎﻱ ﺧﻮﺩﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﻣﻘﺎﺑﻞ ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻧﻴﺎﻥ ﻣﺤﻜﻮﻡ ﻧﺨﻮﺍﻫﻨﺪ ﻛﺮﺩ. ﻳﻚ ﺭﻭﺯﺩﺭﻳﭽﻪ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺑﺎﺯ ﺷﺪ ﻭ ﺑﻪﻫﻢ ﺳﻠﻮﻟﻲﺍﻡﮔﻔﺘﻨﺪ،ﻛﻠﻴﻪ ﻭﺳﺎﻳﻠﺶﺭﺍ ﺟﻤﻊ ﻛﻨﺪ.

ﺑﺴﻴﺎﺭ ﻧﮕﺮﺍﻥ ﺷﺪﻳﻢ. ﺑﻠﻪ! ﺑﻮﻱ ﺑﺎﺯﺟﻮﻳﻲ ﺑﻪ ﻣﺸﺎﻡ ﻣﻲﺭﺳﻴﺪ. ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﺳﺘﻨﺪ ﺑﺎ ﻣﺎ ﭼﻜﺎﺭ ﻛﻨﻨﺪ؟ ﻛﻤﻚ ﻛﺮﺩﻡ ﺗﺎ ﻭﺳﺎﻳﻠﺶ ﺭﺍ ﺟﻤﻊ ﻭ ﺟﻮﺭﻛﻨﺪ. ﺑﺎ ﺍﻳﻦﻫﻤﻪﺍﺧﺘﻼﻑ ﻧﻈﺮ ﺑﻪﻫﻢ ﻋﺎﺩﺕ ﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻳﻢ ﻭ ﺩﻟﻢ ﻧﻤﻲﺧﻮﺍﺳﺖ ﺑﺮﻭﺩ. ﺑﺎ ﺧﻮﺩﻡﻓﻜﺮ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻡ ﺷﺎﻳﺪ ﺧﻮﺵ ﺷﺎﻧﺴﻲ ﺑﻴﺎﻭﺭﻳﻢ ﻭ ﺑﺨﻮﺍﻫﻨﺪ ﻣﺎﺭﺍ ﺑﻪﺑﻨﺪ ﻋﻤﻮﻣﻲ ﺑﺒﺮﻧﺪ ﻭﻟﻲ ﺯﻫﻲ ﺧﻴﺎﻝ ﺑﺎﻃﻞ! ﻧﻴّﺮﻩ ﺍﺯﻣﻦ ﺧﺪﺍﺣﺎﻓﻈﻲ ﻛﺮﺩ. ﺣﺪﺱ ﺍﻭ ﻫﻢ ﺑﺎﺯﺟﻮﻳﻲ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﻧﻴّﺮﻩ ﻭ ﻫﻢﺑﻨﺪﻱﻫﺎﻳﺶ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺧﺎﻃﺮ ﺑﻪﻭﺟﻮﺩﺁﻭﺭﺩﻥ ﺗﺸﻜﻴﻼﺕﺩﺭﺑﻨﺪ ﭼﻬﺎﺭ ﻭ ﺗﻤﺎﻡﺑﻨﺪﻫﺎ ﺑﻪﺍﻳﻦﺟﺎ ﺁﻭﺭﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ. ﺩﺭﺁﺧﺮ ﺁﺭﺯﻭﻱ. ﻣﻮﻓﻘﻴﺖ ﻭ ﺑﻴﺮﻭﻥ ﺩﻳﺪﻥ ﻫﻤﺪﻳﮕﺮ ﺭﺍﻛﺮﺩﻳﻢ

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زندان گوهردشت وسلول انفرادي، ﺗﻘﺪﻳﻢ ﺑﻪ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﺧﻮﺑﻢ ﻛﻪ ﺩﺭﻫﻤﻪ ﺷﺮﺍﻳﻂ ﺑﺎ ﻣﻦ ﺑﻮﺩ - مينا زرين

ه‍.ش. ۱۳۹۱ اسفند ۱۱, جمعه 

ﺗﻘﺪﻳﻢ ﺑﻪ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﺧﻮﺑﻢ ﻛﻪ ﺩﺭ زندان 9 ساله ام از سال 60 تا 69 با همه سختیها و رنج ها در آن ﺷﺮﺍﻳﻂ دشوار ﺑﺎ ﻣﻦ ﺑﻮﺩ

حدﻭﺩ ١٠٠ ﺩﺧﺘﺮ ﺭﺍﻫﻲ ﮔﻮﻫﺮﺩﺷﺖ ﻣﯽ ﺷﺪﻳﻢ. ﺑﻪﻫﻨﮕﺎﻡﺑﺴﺘﻦ ﻛﻠﻴﻪ ﻭﺳﺎﻳﻞ، ﺣﺎﺝ ﺩﺍﻭﻭﺩ ﻛﻪ ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭﺍﻧﺶ ﻧﻴﺰ ﺑﻪ ﻫﻤﺮﺍﻫﺶ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ ﻓﺮﻳﺎﺩ ﻣﻲﻛﺸﻴﺪ: "ﻓﻘﻂ ﻳﻚ ﭘﺘﻮ ﻣﻲﺗﻮﺍﻧﻴﺪ ﺑﺒﺮﻳﺪ!" ﻧﻤﻲﺩﺍﻧﺴﺘﻴﻢ ﺩﻗﻴﻘﺎ" ﺑﻪ ﻛﺠﺎ ﻣﻲﺭﻭﻳﻢ. ﺷﺘﺎﺏﺯﺩﻩ ﺍﺯ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺧﺪﺍﺣﺎﻓﻈﻲ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻳﻢ ﻭ ﻫﺮﻛﺪﺍﻡ ﺩﺭ ﭘﻲ ﻭﺳﺎﻳﻞ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺑﻮﺩﻳﻢ. ﺩﻭﺳﺘﺎﻧﻤﺎﻥ ﻛﻤﻚ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻧﺪ ﺗﺎ ﺑﺘﻮﺍﻧﻴﻢ ﻭﺳﺎﻳﻞ ﺭﺍ ﺟﻤﻊ ﻭ ﺟﻮﺭ ﻛﻨﻴﻢ. ﭘﺘﻮﻫﺎ ﺑﻪ ﻳﺎﺩﮔﺎﺭ ﺑﻴﻦ ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻧﻴﺎﻥ ﺩﺳﺖ ﺑﻪ ﺩﺳﺖ ﻣﯽ ﺷﺪ، ﺧﻮﺍﻩ ﺍﺯ ﻣﻴﺎﻥ ﺍﻧﺒﻮﻩ ﭘﺘﻮﻫﺎ ﻭ ﺧﻮﺍﻩ ﻳﺎﺩﮔﺎﺭﻫﺎﻱ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﺮ ﻳﺎ ﺑﺮﺍﺩﺭﺕ. ﺗﻤﺎﻡ ﺑﻨﺪ ٨ ﺑﻪ ﻫﻢ ﺭﻳﺨﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ. 

ﮔﻮﻳﻲ ﺑﻨﺪ ٨ ﺑﺎ ﺗﻤﺎﻡ ﺷﺮﺍﻳﻂﺳﺨﺖ ﻭ ﺗﻨﺒﻴﻬﺎﺗﺶ ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ﻣﺎﺯﻳﺎﺩﺑﻮﺩ ﻭ ﺑﺎﻳﺪ ﺑﻴﺸﺘﺮ ﺍﺯﺁﻥ ﺗﻨﺒﻴﻪﻣﯽ ﺷﺪﻳﻢ.

ﺍﺯﮔﻮﻫﺮﺩﺷﺖ ﺷﻨﻴﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﻭﻟﻲ ﻧﻤﻴﺪﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﻣﻲﺗﻮﺍﻧﺪ ﺗﺎ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺣﺪ ﻓﺮﺳﺎﻳﺸﻲ ﺷﻮﺩ ﻭ ﺫﻫﻦ ﻭ ﺭﻭﺡ ﻭ ﺟﺴﻢ ﺭﺍ ﻓﺮﺳﻮﺩﻩ ﺳﺎﺯﺩ. ﺧﺐ، ﺍﺗﻮﺑﻮﺱﻫﺎ ﺁﻣﺎﺩﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ: "ﻳﺎﷲ ﺳﻮﺍﺭ ﺷﻮﻳﺪ!"

ﺍﻳﻦ ﺻﺪﺍﻱ ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭﻣﺮﺩﻱ ﺑﻮﺩﻛﻪﺩﺭﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥ ﻗﺰﻝﺣﺼﺎﺭﺑﺎﺩﻭﭼﺮﺧﻪﺍﻳﻦﻃﺮﻑ ﻭ ﺁﻥﻃﺮﻑ ﻣﻲﺭﻓﺖ. ﻭﺳﺎﻳﻞ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪﺩﻧﺒﺎﻝ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺗﺎ ﺩﻡ ﺍﺗﻮﺑﻮﺱ ﻣﻲﻛﺸﻴﺪﻳﻢ. ﺍﺗﻮﺑﻮﺱﻫﺎ ﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺪﺗﻲ ﻛﻮﺗﺎﻩ ﺑﻪﮔﻮﻫﺮﺩﺷﺖ ﺭﺳﻴﺪﻧﺪ. ﺍﺯﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥ ﻗﺰﻝ ﺣﺼﺎﺭﺗﺎ ﮔﻮﻫﺮﺩﺷﺖ ﻫﻴﭻﻛﺪﺍﻡ ﭼﺸﻢﺑﻨﺪ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺘﻴﻢ ﻭﻟﻲ ﺑﻪ ﻣﺤﺾ ﻭﺭﻭﺩ، ﻳﻜﻲ ﺍﺯ ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭﺍﻥ ﺩﺳﺘﻮﺭ ﺩﺍﺩ ﭼﺸﻢﺑﻨﺪ ﺑﺰﻧﻴﻢ ﻭ ﭼﺸﻢﺑﻨﺪﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻴﻦ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺗﻘﺴﻴﻢ ﻛﺮﺩ. ﮔﻮﻳﺎ ﺍﻭﻟﻴﻦ ﻗﺪﻡﻫﺎﻱ ﺟﺪﻱ ﺁﻏﺎﺯ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ. ﻣﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺳﻤﺘﻲ ﻫﺪﺍﻳﺖ ﻛﺮﺩﻧﺪ. ﻳﺎﺩ ﺩﻭﺭﺍﻥ ﺑﺎﺯﺟﻮﻳﻲ ﺍﻓﺘﺎﺩﻡ ﻛﻪ ﻧﺼﻒ ﺻﻮﺭﺕﻣﺎﻥ ﺑﺎ ﭼﺸﻢﺑﻨﺪ

ﭘﻮﺷﺎﻧﺪﻩ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭ ﻫﻴﭻﺟﺎ، ﺣﺘﻲ ﺯﻳﺮ ﭘﺎﻳﻤﺎﻥ ﺭﺍﻫﻢ ﻧﻤﻲﺩﻳﺪﻳﻢ. ﺻﺪﺍﻫﺎ ﺑﺴﻴﺎﺭ ﺧﺸﻦ ﻭ ﻧﺎﺁﺷﻨﺎ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺣﺎﺝ ﺩﺍﻭﺩ ﻭﻇﻴﻔﻪ ﺳﺮﻛﻮﺏ ﻣﺎﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﻫﻤﭙﺎﻟﮕﻲﻫﺎﻳﺶ ﺳﭙﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺳﺮﻛﻮﺏ ﺩﺧﺘﺮﺍﻥ ﺟﻮﺍﻥ ﻭ ﻧﻮﺟﻮﺍﻧﻲ ﻛﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺯﻭﺭ ﻣﺘﻮﺳﻂ ﺳﻨﻲﺷﺎﻥ ﺑﻪ ٢١ ﺳﺎﻝ ﻣﻲﺭﺳﻴﺪ. ﻫﻤﻪ ﺩﺍﻧﺶﺁﻣﻮﺯ ﻭ ﺩﺍﻧﺸﺠﻮﻳﺎﻧﻲ ﺍﺧﺮﺍﺟﻲ ﻭ ﺭﺍﻧﺪﻩ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺍﺯ ﺗﺤﺼﻴﻞ ﺑﻮﺩﻳﻢ. ﺑﺎﻳﺴﺘﻲ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺎ ﺑﻬﺘﺮﺍﻥ ﻭ ﻳﺎ ﭼﺸﻢ ﻭ ﮔﻮﺵ ﺑﺴﺘﻪﻫﺎ ﺑﻪ ﻣﺪﺭﺳﻪ ﺑﺮﻭﻧﺪ ﻭ ﻣﺎ ﻧﻴﺰ ﻛﻪ ﻧﺴﻠﻲ ﺍﺯ ﺷﺮﺍﻳﻂ ﺟﺪﻳﺪ ﺑﻮﺩﻳﻢ ﻭ ﻧﻤﻲﺧﻮﺍﺳﺘﻴﻢ ﺯﻭﺭ ﻭ ﻇﻠﻢ ﺟﻤﻬﻮﺭﻱ ﺍﺳﻼﻣﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺑﭙﺬﻳﺮﻳﻢ؛ ﺑﺎﻳﺪ ﺩﺭ ﺳﻠﻮﻝﻫﺎ ﻣﻲﻣﺎﻧﺪﻳﻢ "ﺗﺎ ﻣﻮﻫﺎﻳﻤﺎﻥ ﻣﺜﻞ ﺩﻧﺪﺍﻥﻫﺎﻳﻤﺎﻥ ﺳﻔﻴﺪ ﺷﻮﺩ". ﺍﻳﻦ ﺣﺮﻑﻫﺎﺭﺍ ﺍﺯ ﺣﺎﺝ ﺩﺍﻭﺩ ﻭ ﻛﺴﺎﻥ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ، ﺑﺴﻴﺎﺭ ﺷﻨﻴﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻳﻢ... 

ﻣﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺳﻠﻮﻝﻫﺎﻱ ﺍﻧﻔﺮﺍﺩﻱ ﻓﺮﺳﺘﺎﺩﻧﺪ. ﺯﻥ ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ ﻧﺰﺩﻳﻚ ﺷﺪ ﻭ ﮔﻔﺖ: "ﺗﻤﺎﻡ ﻟﺒﺎﺱﻫﺎﻳﺖ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﻣﻲﺁﻭﺭﻱ! ﺣﺘﻲ ﻟﺒﺎﺱ ﺯﻳﺮﺕﺭﺍ! ﺑﺎ ﭼﺎﺩﺭ ﻭ ﭼﺸﻢﺑﻨﺪ ﻣﻨﺘﻈﺮ ﺑﺎﺵ!"

ﺑﺮﺍﻳﻢ ﺑﺴﻴﺎﺭ ﻣﺴﺨﺮﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﻳﻌﻨﻲ ﭼﻪ؟ ﺁﻳﺎ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﻨﺪ ﺑﺎ ﺑﺪﻥ ﻟﺨﺖ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺷﻜﻨﺠﻪ ﻛﻨﻨﺪ؟ ﺑﺎﻭﺭﻛﺮﺩﻧﻲ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ. ﺑﻪ ﺧﻮﺩ ﻣﻲﮔﻔﺘﻢ ﺍﮔﺮﺑﺨﻮﺍﻫﻨﺪ ﺍﺫﻳﺖﺍﻡ ﻛﻨﻨﺪ ﺑﺎﻫﻤﻴﻦ ﻧﺎﺧﻦﻫﺎﻳﻢ ﺯﺧﻤﻲﺷﺎﻥ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﻛﺮﺩ. ﺑﻪﻳﺎﺩ ﺩﻭﺭﺍﻥ ﻛﻮﺩﻛﻲ ﺍﻓﺘﺎﺩﻡ ﻛﻪ ﻧﺎﺧﻦﻫﺎﻱ ﺗﻴﺰﻱ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻢ ﻭ ﺑﺎ ﻫﺮﻛﺲ ﻛﻪ ﺩﻋﻮﺍﻳﻢ ﻣﯽ ﺷﺪ، ﺑﻬﺘﺮﻳﻦ ﺳﻼﺣﻢ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﻛﺎﺭ ﻣﻲﺑﺮﺩﻡ ﻭ ﺍﻭ ﺭﺍ ﺯﺧﻤﻲ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻡ. ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡ ﻣﻲﮔﻔﺖ: "ﺩﺧﺘﺮ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻧﺎﺧﻦﻫﺎﻱ ﺗﻮ ﺑﺎﻻﺧﺮﻩ ﻛﺎﺭﺩﺳﺖ ﻣﺎ ﻣﻲﺩﻫﺪ. ﺁﺧﻪ ﻣﮕﻪ ﺩﺭ ﻫﺮﺍﻧﮕﺸﺘﺖ ﻳﻚ ﺧﻨﺠﺮ ﻛﺎﺷﺘﻲ؟" ﺑﻪ ﺣﺮﻑ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡ ﻓﻜﺮ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻡ ﻭ ﺧﻨﺪﻩﺍﻡ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ. 

ﺩﺭ ﻫﺮ ﺍﻧﮕﺸﺖ ﻣﻦ ﻳﻚ ﺧﻨﺠﺮ ﻭﺟﻮﺩ ﺩﺍﺷﺖ. ﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﺯ ﺣﺪﻭﺩ ٢ ﺍﻟﻲ ٣ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﺑﻪ ﺳﺮﺍﻏﻢ ﺁﻣﺪ. ﻳﻚ ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭِ ﺯﻥ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺍﺯ ﺻﺪﺍﻳﺶ، ﺣﺪﺱ ﺯﺩﻡ ﺧﻴﻠﻲ ﺟﻮﺍﻥ ﺍﺳﺖ. ﻣﻦ ﺑﻪ ﺍﺻﻄﻼﺡ ﻣﻘﺎﻭﻣﺖ ﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﻭ ﻟﺒﺎﺱ ﺯﻳﺮﻡ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭﻧﻴﺎﻭﺭﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ. ﺑﻪ ﻃﺮﺯ ﺑﺴﻴﺎﺭ ﺷﻨﻴﻌﻲ ﺁﻥ ﺭﺍ ﭘﺎﻳﻴﻦ ﻛﺸﻴﺪ. ﮔﻔﺘﻢ: "ﻫﻲ ﭼﻜﺎﺭﻣﻲﻛﻨﻲ؟!" 

- ﺑﻪﺑﻪ! ﺍﻋﺘﺮﺍﺽﻫﻢ ﻣﻲﻛﻨﻲ؟ﻧﻤﻲﺩﻭﻧﻲ ﻛﺠﺎ ﺍﻭﻣﺪﻱ؟

- ﻳﻌﻨﻲ ﭼﻪ؟ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﻴﺪ ﺑﮔﺮﺩﻳﺪ، ﺧﺐ ﺍﻳﻦ ﭼﻪ ﻭﺿﻌﺸﻪ؟

ﭼﺎﺩﺭﺵ ﺭﺍ ﺳﻔﺖ ﻭ ﻣﺤﻜﻢ ﭘﻴﭽﻴﺪ ﺑﻪ ﺧﻮﺩﺵ ﻭ ﺑﻠﻨﺪ ﺩﺭﺭﺍﻫﺮﻭ ﺩﺍﺩﺯﺩ: "ﺣﺎﺝ ﺁﻗﺎ ﺑﺒﻴﻨﻴﺪ، ﺍﻳﻦ ﻧﻤﻲﺩﻭﻧﻪﻛﺠﺎ ﺍﻭﻣﺪﻩ! ﻓﻜﺮ ﻣﻲﻛﻨﻪ ﺍﻳﻨﺠﺎ ﺟﺸﻦ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻴﻢ ﻭ ﺍﺯﻗﺰﻝﺣﺼﺎﺭﺍﻳﻦﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺁﻭﺭﺩﻩﺍﻳﻢ ﺍﻳﻨﺠﺎ... "

ﺳﻜﻮﺕ ﻛﺮﺩﻡ. ﻣﻲﺩﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﻛﺎﺭ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ ﺑﻪ ﺟﺎﻫﺎﻱ ﺑﺎﺭﻳﻚ ﻣﻲﻛﺸﺪ. ﻫﻴﭻ ﺷﻨﺎﺧﺘﻲ ﻧﺴﺒﺖ ﺑﻪ ﮔﻮﻫﺮﺩﺷﺖ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺘﻢ. ﺷﻨﻴﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﻛﻪ ﺩﺍﺭﻧﺪ ﺁﺧﺮﻳﻦ ﻛﺎﺭﻫﺎﻱ ﺳﺎﺧﺘﻤﺎﻧﺶ ﺭﺍ ﺍﻧﺠﺎﻡ ﻣﻲﺩﻫﻨﺪ. ﺑﺎ ﺳﻜﻮﺕ ﻣﺮﮒﺑﺎﺭﺵ، ﻣﻌﻠﻮﻡ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻣﺘﻔﺎﻭﺕﺗﺮ ﺍﺯﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥﻫﺎﻱ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﺍﺳﺖ.

ﺑﻪﺗﻨﻬﺎﻳﻲ ﻋﺎﺩﺕ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺘﻢ ﻭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺭﺍﻫﻢ ﻣﻲﺩﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ، ﺑﺪﺗﺮﻳﻦ ﺗﻨﺒﻴﻪ ﺑﺮﺍﻳﻢ ﺳﻜﻮﺕ ﻭ ﺗﻨﻬﺎﻳﻲ ﺍﺳﺖ. ﺩﺭ ﺧﺎﻧﻮﺍﺩﻩﺍﻱ ﭘﺮﺟﻤﻌﻴﺖ ﺑﻪﺩﻧﻴﺎ ﺁﻣﺪﻩ ﻭ ﺩﺭ ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥﻫﺎﻱ ﺍﻭﻳﻦ ﻭ ﻗﺰﻝﺣﺼﺎﺭ ﺑﻪ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﺯﻩ ﻣﻮﻫﺎﻱ ﺳﺮﻡ ﺑﺎ ﺁﺩﻡﻫﺎ ﺑﺮﺧﻮﺭﺩ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻢ. ﺑﺎ ﺁﻥﻫﺎ ﺑﻬﺘﺮﻳﻦ ﻭ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﺗﺮﻳﻦ ﺭﻭﺍﺑﻂ ﻋﺎﻃﻔﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺮﻗﺮﺍﺭ ﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ. ﺣﺎﻻ ﺭﮊﻳﻢ ﺑﺎ ﺍﻧﻔﺮﺍﺩﻱ، ﺑﻪ ﺟﻨﮓ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺭﻭﺍﺑﻂ ﺁﻣﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭِ ﺯﻥ (ﻧﺎﺩﺭﻱ) ﻭﻗﺘﻲ ﻫﻤﻪ ﻭﺳﺎﻳﻞ ﺭﺍ ﮔﺸﺖ، ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ ﻳﻚﺩﺳﺖ ﻟﺒﺎﺱ ﺩﺍﺩ. ﺑﺎ ﻟﺒﺎﺱ ﺗﻦ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ ﺩﺭ ﻣﺠﻤﻮﻉ ﺩﻭ ﺩﺳﺖ ﻟﺒﺎﺱ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻢ. ﺑﻘﻴﻪ ﻟﺒﺎﺱﻫﺎ ﻭ ﻭﺳﺎﻳﻞ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻴﺮﻭﻥ ﮔﺬﺍﺷﺖ. ﺩﺭ ﻣﻴﺎﻥ ﻭﺳﺎﻳﻞ، "ﺳﺎﻙِ ﻧﻘﻠﻲ ﻗﺮﻣﺰِﻋﺰﻳﺰﻡ" ﻗﺮﺍﺭﺩﺍﺷﺖ. ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭﺁﻥ ﺭﺍﻫﻢ ﺑﻴﺮﻭﻥ ﮔﺬﺍﺷﺖ!

- ﺍﻳﻦ ﺳﺎﻙ ﺭﺍ ﻻﺯﻡﺩﺍﺭﻡ.

- ﻫﺮ ﭼﻴﺰ ﺭﺍﻛﻪﻣﺎ ﺗﺸﺨﻴﺺﺑﺪﻫﻴﻢ، ﺗﻮ ﻻﺯﻡﺩﺍﺭﻱ.

ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻦ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺳﺎﻙ ﺍﺻﺮﺍﺭﻛﺮﺩﻡ. ﺩﺭ ﺟﻮﺍﺏ ﮔﻔﺖ: "ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﻲ ﻓﻘﻂ ﻳﻚﺩﺳﺖ ﻟﺒﺎﺱ ﺗﻨﺖ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪﺗﻮ ﺑﺪﻫﻢ ﻭ ﺑﺒﻴﻨﻲ ﭼﻪﻋﺬﺍﺑﻲ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﻲ ﻛﺸﻴﺪ؟"

ﺑﺎ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺳﺎﻙ ﻧﻴﺰ، ﻫﻢﭼﻮﻥ ﺳﺎﻳﺮ ﺩﻝﺑﺴﺘﮕﻲﻫﺎﻳﻢ ﺑﺎﻳﺴﺘﻲ ﻭﺩﺍﻉ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻡ. ﺳﺎﻙِ ﻧﻘﻠﻲِ ﻗﺮﻣﺰ ﺑﺎ ﺧﺎﻃﺮﺍﺗﻲ ﻛﻪﺩﺭ ﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﻭ ﻳﻚ ﺳﺎﻝ ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻧﻢ ﺑﺎ ﺍﻭ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻢ، ﺑﻪﺯﻭﺭﺍﺯﻣﻦ ﺟﺪﺍ ﻣﯽ ﺷﺪ.

ﻧﺎﺩﺭﻱ ﮔﻔﺖ: "ﺑِﻬِﺘﺎﻥ ﻭﺳﺎﻳﻞ ﻧﻤﻲﺩﻫﻢ، ﻣﮕﺮ ﺁﻣﺪﻩﺍﻳﺪ ﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﺧﺎﻟﻪ ﻛﻪ ﻫﺮ ﺭﻭﺯ ﻳﻚﺩﺳﺖ ﻟﺒﺎﺱ ﺑﻪﭘﻮﺷﻴﺪ ﻭ ﺧﻮﺵ ﺭﻭﺣﻴﻪﺑﺎﺷﻴﺪ؟

ﺍﻳﻨﺠﺎ ﺁﻣﺪﻩﺍﻳﺪ ﻛﻪﺍﺩﺏ ﺑﺸﻮﻳﺪ. ﺷﻤﺎ ﻗﺎﺗﻼﻥ ..."

ﻳﻚ ﻗﺎﺷﻖ ﺭﻭﺣﻲ، ﻳﻚ ﺑﺸﻘﺎﺏ ﻭ ﻳﻚ ﻟﻴﻮﺍﻥ ﭘﻼﺳﺘﻴﻜﻲ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺩﺍﺩﻧﺪ. ﺩﺭ ﺑﺴﺘﻪ ﺷﺪ. ﺑﻪﻣﺤﻴﻂ ﻛﻮﭼﻚ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺑﺎﻳﺪ ﻣﻲﻧﮕﺮﻳﺴﺘﻢ.

ﺳﺮﻳﻊ ﺑﻪ ﻃﺮﻑ ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩ ﺭﻓﺘﻢ. ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩ ﺗﻘﺮﻳﺒﺎ" ﻳﻚ ﻣﺘﺮ ﺩﺭ ﻳﻚ ﻣﺘﺮ ﻛﻪ ﭘﺸﺖ ﺁﻥ ﻧﺮﺩﻩﻫﺎﻱ ﻓﻠﺰﻱ ﺗﻌﺒﻴﻪ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺍﺯ ﻻﺑﻪﻻﻱ ﺁﻥ، ﺭﻭﺑﻪ ﺭﻭﻱ ﺧﻮﺩ ﻛﻮﻫﻲ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻲﺩﻳﺪﻡ. ﺳﻠﺴﻠﻪ ﻛﻮﻫﻲ ﻛﻪ ﺩﺭ ﻛﺮﺝ ﻭﺍﻗﻊ ﺍﺳﺖ. ﻛﻮﻩ ﭘﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺑﺮﻑ ﭼﻘﺪﺭ ﺯﻳﺒﺎ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺑﻪ ﺍﻧﮕﻴﺰﻩ ﻣﺎﻧﺪﻥ ﻓﻜﺮ ﻛﺮﺩﻡ. "ﭘﺲ ﺍﮔﺮ ﺩﻟﻢ ﮔﺮﻓﺖ ﻭ ﻳﺎ ﺧﻮﺍﺳﺘﻨﺪ ﻓﺸﺎﺭ ﺑﻲﺁﻭﺭﻧﺪ؛ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻳﻜﻲ ﺍﺯ ﺍﻧﮕﻴﺰﻩﻫﺎﺳﺖ. ﻣﻲﺁﻳﻢ ﻭ ﺍﺯ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻛﻮﻩ ﺭﻭﺣﻴﻪ ﻣﻲﮔﻴﺮﻡ." ﺑﻪ ﻣﺤﻴﻂ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﻛﺮﺩﻡ. ﺩﺭ ﺩﻳﻮﺍﺭﺵ ﻳﻚ ﺷﻮﻓﺎﮊ ﻛﻪ ﻣﺜﻞ ﺗﻌﺒﻴﻪ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭﻟﻲ ﻫﻴﭻ ﮔﺮﻣﺎﻳﻲ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺖ. ﻳﻚ ﺩﺳﺖﺷﻮﻳﻲ ﻭ ﺗﻮﺍﻟﺖ ﺩﺭ ﮔﻮﺷﻪ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺍﻧﺪﺍﺯﻩ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ١,٨٠ ﺩﺭ ٢,٧٠ ﻣﺘﺮ ﻣﯽ ﺷﺪ. ﺑﺎ ﻗﺪﻡﺁﻥﺭﺍ ﻣﺘﺮ ﻛﺮﺩﻡ ﻭ ﺩﺭ ﻃﻮﻝ ﻭ ﻋﺮﺽﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺧﻮﺍﺑﻴﺪﻡﺗﺎ ﺑﺒﻴﻨﻢ ﭼﻨﺪ ﻣﺘﺮ ﺍﺳﺖ؟ ﺑﺎﻳﺪ ﻭﻗﺖ ﺑﮕﺬﺭﺩ ﻭ ﺑﺘﻮﺍﻥ ﺍﺯﻫﺮ ﭼﻴﺰﻱ ﻳﺎﺩﮔﺮﻓﺖ. ﺳﻜﻮﺕ ﺳﺮﺍﺳﺮ ﺑﻨﺪ ﺭﺍﮔﺮﻓﺘﻪﺑﻮﺩ. ﻣﻮﺷﻜﺎﻓﺎﻧﻪ ﺑﻪ ﻫﻤﻪ ﭼﻴﺰ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻡ. ﻣﻦ ﻛﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥ ﻗﺰﻝﺣﺼﺎﺭ ﺍﺯ ﺩﻳﻮﺍﺭ ﺭﺍﺳﺖ ﺑﺎﻻ ﻣﻲﺭﻓﺘﻢ، ﺣﺎﻻ ﺍﻳﻨﺠﺎ ﭼﻪﻛﺎﺭ ﻛﻨﻢ؟ ﺩﺭﺯﻱ ﺍﺯ ﺯﻳﺮ ﺩﺭ ﺑﺎﺯ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺑﻪ ﺯﻳﺮ ﺩﺭ ﺧﻮﺍﺑﻴﺪﻡ. ﺗﻮﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﺳﺎﻳﻪ ﺭﻓﺖ ﻭ ﺁﻣﺪ ﺭﺍ، ﺍﻟﺒﺘﻪ ﻓﻘﻂ ﭘﺎﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺒﻴﻨﻢ. ﺧﻮﺷﺤﺎﻝ ﺷﺪﻡ ﻛﻪ ﺗﻮﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﺩﺭﺯﻱ ﺭﺍ ﭘﻴﺪﺍ ﻛﻨﻢ ﻛﻪ ﺭﺍﺑﻄﻪﺍﻱ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎ ﺑﻴﺮﻭﻥ ﺑﮕﻴﺮﻡ. ﺍﺯﺯﻳﺮ ﺩﺭﺩﺍﺩ ﺯﺩﻡ: 

"ﻫﻲ! ﺑﭽﻪﻫﺎ ﻛﺠﺎﺋـﻴﺪ؟ ﺑﭽﻪﻫﺎ ﻛﺠﺎﺋـﻴﺪ؟"

ﻛﻤﻲ ﮔﻮﺷﻢ ﺭﺍ ﺗﻴﺰ ﻛﺮﺩﻡ ﻭ ﺷﻨﻴﺪﻡ ﺳﺮﺑﻨﺪ ﺩﺍﺭﻧﺪ ﺻﺤﺒﺖ ﻣﻲﻛﻨﻨﺪ. ﺳﺮﺑﻨﺪ ﻭ ﺗﻪﺑﻨﺪ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺖ! ﻣﺜﻞ ﺍﻳﻦﻛﻪﺍﺯﻫﺮﺟﺎﻳﻲ ﺩﺭﺩﺍﺷﺖ ﻭ ﺩﺭ ﻳﻚ ﻟﺤﻈﻪ ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭ ّﻫﻲ ﻭ ﺣﺎﺿﺮ، ﺩﺭ ﺭﺍﻫﺮﻭ ﻣﺎ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻲﭘﺎﻳﻴﺪ. ﭼﻨﺪ ﺩﻗﻴﻘﻪ ﺣﺮﻑ ﺯﺩﻳﻢ. ﻳﺎﺩ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻦ ﻣﻮﺭﺱ ﺍﻭﻟﻴﻦ ﻛﺎﺭﻱ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻛﻪ

ﺑﺎﻳﺴﺘﻲ ﺍﻧﺠﺎﻡﻣﻲﺩﺍﺩﻡ: "ﺑﻪﺍﻳﻦ ﺗﺮﺗﻴﺐ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻛﻪﺗﻤﺎﻡ ﺣﺮﻭﻑ ﺍﻟﻔﺒﺎﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﭼﻬﺎﺭﺭﺩﻳﻒ ﻛﻨﻴﺪ ﻭ ﺷﺮﻭﻉ ﻛﻨﻴﺪ ﺑﻪﺯﺩﻥ!"

ﻳﻜﻲ ﺍﺯ ﺑﭽﻪﻫﺎ ﺑﺮﺍﻱﻣﺎﻥ ﺗﻮﺿﻴﺢ ﻣﻲﺩﺍﺩ ﻭ ﻣﺎ ﺑﺪﻭﻥ ﺍﻳﻦﻛﻪ ﺣﺮﻑ ﺑﺰﻧﻴﻢ ﻓﻘﻂ ﮔﻮﺵ ﻣﻲﺩﺍﺩﻳﻢ. ﻣﻲﺩﺍﻧﺴﺘﻴﻢ ﻛﻪ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺣﺮﻑﺯﺩﻥﻫﺎ ﻧﻤﻲﺗﻮﺍﻧﺪ ﺩﻭﺍﻡﺩﺍﺷﺘﻪﺑﺎﺷﺪ ﺑﺎ ﺗﻤﺎﻡ ﻭﺟﻮﺩﺑﺎﻳﺪ ﺁﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻠﻌﻴﺪ. ﺍﻳﻦ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﻣﺮﺯﻣﺮﮒ ﻭ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﻲ ﺍﺳﺖ. ﺍﮔﺮ ﻳﺎﺩﻧﮕﻴﺮﻱ ﻗﺎﺩﺭ ﺑﻪ ﺍﺩﺍﻣﻪ ﺗﻤﺎﺱ ﻧﻴﺴﺘﻲ ﻭ ﺍﮔﺮ ﻳﺎﺩﮔﺮﻓﺘﻲ، ﻣﻲﺗﻮﺍﻧﻲ ﺍﺧﺒﺎﺭ ﻭ ﺩﺍﺩﻩﻫﺎﺭﺍﺭﺩ ﻭ ﺑﺪﻝ ﻛﻨﻲ. ﻏﺮﻭﺏ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭ ﻣﻦ ﺩﺭ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﻛﻮﭼﻚ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ ﺷﺮﻭﻉ ﺑﻪﻗﺪﻡ ﺯﺩﻥ ﻛﺮﺩﻡ. ﺩﺭ ﻓﻜﺮ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﻭ ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ﺁﻳﻨﺪﻩﺍﻡ ﺑﺮﻧﺎﻣﻪﺭﻳﺰﻱ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻡ. ﺍﺣﺴﺎﺱ ﻭﻳﮋﻩﺍﻱ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻢ. ﻣﻲﺩﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﺣﺎﻻ ﺣﺎﻻﻫﺎ ﺍﺯ ﺍﻳﻨﺠﺎ ﺧﻼﺹ ﻧﻤﻲﺷﻮﻡ ﻭ ﺑﺎﻳﺪ ﺩﺭﺳﺖ ﺑﺮﺧﻮﺭﺩ ﻛﻨﻢ. ﺩﺭﻫﻤﻴﻦ ﺣﻴﻦ ﺻﺪﺍﻳﻲ ﻫﻮﻟﻨﺎﻙ ﺷﻨﻴﺪﻩ ﺷﺪ. ﺳﺮ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪﺯﻳﺮ ﺩﺭﺑﺮﺩﻡ ﻭ ﮔﻮﺵ ﺩﺍﺩﻡ. ﺷﺒﺤﻲ ﻛﻪ ﭼﺎﺩﺭ ﻣﺸﻜﻲ ﺑﻪ ﺳﺮﺵ ﺑﻮﺩ، ﺻﺪﺍﻱ ﻭﺣﺸﺘﻨﺎﻛﻲ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺩﺭﻣﻲﺁﻭﺭﺩ ﻭ ﻗﺪﻡﻫﺎﻳﺶ ﺭﺍ ﻣﺤﻜﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺯﻣﻴﻦ ﻣﻲﻛﻮﺑﻴﺪ. ﻣﻦ ﻭﺣﺸﺖ ﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﻛﻪ ﺍﻳﻦ ﭼﻪ ﻣﻲﺗﻮﺍﻧﺪ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ؟ ﺑﻌﺪﻫﺎ ﺍﺯ ﻭﺣﺸﺖ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ ﺧﻨﺪﻩﺍﻡ ﮔﺮﻓﺖ. ﺍﻭ ﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭ ﺯﻥ، ﻧﺎﺩﺭﻱ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻛﻪ ﻫﻴﭻﻭﻗﺖ ﺩﺭ ﺟﻤﻌﻪﻫﺎﻱ ﺑﻌﺪﻱ ﺩﻳﺪﻩ ﻧﺸﺪ ﻭ ﻓﻘﻂ ﺩﺭﺍﻳﻦ ﺟﻤﻌﻪﺑﺮﺍﻱ ﺍﻳﺠﺎﺩﺭﻋﺐ ﻭ ﻭﺣﺸﺖ ﺩﺭﺁﻧﺠﺎ ﺣﺎﺿﺮ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﺯﻧﻤﺎﻳﺶ ﻣﺴﺨﺮﻩﺍﺵ ﺩﺭﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺗﻚ ﺗﻚ ﺑﺎﺯ ﻛﺮﺩ. ﺩﺭ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺑﺎﺯ ﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﻭ ﮔﻔﺖ: "ﭼﺮﺍ ﺯﻳﺮ ﺩﺭ ﺧﻮﺍﺑﻴﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻱ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﺳﺘﻲ ﺍﺭﺗﺒﺎﻁ ﺑﮕﻴﺮﻱ؟" ﻭ ﺷﺮﻭﻉ ﺑﻪ ﻓﺤﺎﺷﻲ ﻛﺮﺩ.

ﻣﻦ ﻛﻪ ﻛﻠﻜﺶ ﺭﺍ ﻓﻬﻤﻴﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ (ﻭ ﻧﻴﺰ ﻗﺪﺭﻱ ﺗﺮﺳﻴﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ!) ﺳﻜﻮﺕ ﻛﺮﺩﻡ ﻭ ﺍﻭ ﺩﺭ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺴﺖ ﻭ ﺭﻓﺖ. ﺗﺎﺯﻩ ﻣﻲﻓﻬﻤﻴﺪﻡ ﻛﺠﺎ ﻫﺴﺘﻢ. ﻳﻌﻨﻲ ﻧﺒﺎﻳﺪ ﻫﻴﭻ ﺣﺮﻓﻲ ﺑﺰﻧﻲ. ﺳﻜﻮﺕ ﻣﻄﻠﻖ. ﺍﺭﺗﺒﺎﻁ ﺑﺎ ﺑﻴﺮﻭﻥ ﺍﺯ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺟﺮﻣﻲ ﺳﻨﮕﻴﻦ ﺑﻪ ﺣﺴﺎﺏ ﻣﻲﺁﻣﺪ. ﺭﻭﺯﻫﺎ ﺍﺯ ﭘﻲ ﺭﻭﺯﻫﺎﻱ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﺩﺭ ﻭﺣﺸﺖ ﻭ ﺳﺮﺩﻱ ﻣﻲﮔﺬﺷﺖ. ﺳﺎﻝ ٦١ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺳﺎﻟﻲ ﻛﻪ ﺯﻣﺴﺘﺎﻥ ﺳﺨﺘﻲ ﺭﺍﺩﺭﭘﻴﺶ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻴﻢ. ﺩﺭﺁﺑﺎﻥ ﺁﻥ ﺳﺎﻝ ﺑﺮﻑ ﺳﻨﮕﻴﻨﻲ ﺑﺮ ﺭﻭﻱ ﻛﻮﻩﻫﺎ ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻪﺑﻮﺩ. ﻛﻮﻩ ﻗﺎﻣﺘﺶ ﺑﻠﻨﺪ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭ ﺳﺮﺑﻪﻓﻠﻚ ﻛﺸﻴﺪﻩ، ﺍﻣﺎ ﺳﺮﺩﻱﺍﺵ ﺑﻪﺍﺳﺘﺨﻮﺍﻥ ﻣﻲﺯﺩ. ﺑﺎ ﻳﻚ ﭘﺘﻮ، ﻛﻪ ﺑﻪ ﭘﺘﻮ ﺳﺮﺑﺎﺯﻱ ﻣﻮﺳﻮﻡﺑﻮﺩ ﺧﻮﺩﺭﺍﮔﺮﻡﻧﮕﻪﻣﻲﺩﺍﺷﺘﻢ. ﻧﻤﻲﺗﻮﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﺭﻭﻱﺯﻣﻴﻦ ﺑﻨﺸﻴﻨﻢ. ﭼﻘﺪﺭ ﺳﺮﺩﺑﻮﺩ! ﻫﻤﺶ ﺳﺮﭘﺎ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ. ﻣﺎﻩ ﺍﻭﻝ ﺩﺭﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺑﻪ ﺳﺨﺘﻲ ﻣﻲﮔﺬﺷﺖ. ﺩﻭ ﻣﺮﺩﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭﻣﺴﺈﻭﻝ ﺻﺒﺤﺎﻧﻪﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ. ﻳﻜﻲ ﺍﺯﺁﻥﻫﺎ ﭼﺎﻕ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭ ﺻﻮﺭﺗﻲ ﻋﺎﺩﻱﺩﺍﺷﺖ، ﺧﻴﻠﻲ ﻋﺎﺩﻱ ﻭ ﻣﻌﻤﻮﻟﻲ. ﭼﺎﻱ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎ ﺩﻭ ﺣﺒﻪ ﻗﻨﺪ ﻭ ﻻﻳﻪ ﻧﺎﺯﻛﻲ ﭘﻨﻴﺮ ﺷﺎﻳﺪ ﺩﺭ ﺣﺪﻭﺩ ١٥ ﮔﺮﻡ ﺑﻪ ﻣﺎ ﻣﻲﺩﺍﺩ ﻭ ﻣﻲﺭﻓﺖ. ﻛﻢ ﻛﻢ ﻓﻬﻤﻴﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﺁﺩﻣﻲ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ ﻛﻪﺑﺨﻮﺍﻫﺪ ﻣﺎﺭﺍ ﺍﺫﻳﺖ ﻛﻨﺪ. ﻣﺮﺩ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ، ﻗﺪﻱ ﺑﻠﻨﺪ ﻭ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻧﻲ ﺳﺒﺰ ﺩﺍﺷﺖ. ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻧﻲ ﺑﻪﻏﺎﻳﺖ ﻫﻴﺰ ﻭ ﻛﺜﻴﻒ. ﻫﺮ ﺑﺎﺭﺩﺭﺭﺍ ﺑﺎﺯﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩ، ﭼﺎﺩﺭﻡﺭﺍ ﺑﻴﺸﺘﺮ ﺩﻭﺭ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ ﻣﻲﭘﻴﭽﻴﺪﻡ. ﺗﻨﻔﺮﻡ ﺑﺎﻋﺚ ﻣﯽ ﺷﺪ ﺣﺘﻲ ﺑﺨﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﭘﺸﺖ ﺑﻪﺍﻭ ﻏﺬﺍ ﺑﮕﻴﺮﻡ. ﺩﺭ ﺷﻴﻔﺖ ﺍﻭ ﺣﺘﻲ ﺩﻟﻢ ﻧﻤﻲﺧﻮﺍﺳﺖ ﻏﺬﺍ ﺑﮕﻴﺮﻡ. ﺩﺭ ﻳﻜﻲ ﺍﺯ ﺷﺐﻫﺎﻱ ﺑﺴﻴﺎﺭ ﺳﺮﺩ ﻧﻤﻲﺗﻮﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﺑﺨﻮﺍﺑﻢ. ﺩﻟﻢ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﺳﺖ ﺯﻭﺩﺗﺮ ﺻﺒﺢ ﺷﻮﺩ ﺗﺎ ﺑﺘﻮﺍﻧﻢ ﺑﺎ ﺭﻭﺷﻨﻲ ﺭﻭﺯ ﮔﺮﻡ ﺷﻮﻡ. ﺧﻮﺍﺑﻢ ﻧﻤﻲﺑﺮﺩ. ﺍﺣﺴﺎﺱ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻡ ﺗﻤﺎﻡ ﺍﺳﺘﺨﻮﺍﻥﻫﺎﻳﻢ ﺩﺭﺩ ﻣﻲﻛﻨﺪ. ﺑﻪﺭﻭﻱ ﻳﻚ ﻛﺘﻒ ﻛﻪﻛﻤﺘﺮ ﺑﺎ ﺳﺮﻣﺎﻱ ﺯﻣﻴﻦ ﺗﻤﺎﺱ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻪﺑﺎﺷﻢ، ﺧﻮﺍﺑﻴﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ. ﺍﻧﮕﺎﺭ ﺳﺮﻣﺎ ﺍﺯﻣﻦ ﮔﺮﺩﻥ ﻛﻠﻔﺖﺗﺮ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭ ﻣﻦ ﺑﺎﺯﻧﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ. ﺍﺯ ﺳﺮﻣﺎ ﻣﻲﻟﺮﺯﻳﺪﻡ ﻭ ﻧﻤﻲﺩﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﭼﻪ ﻛﻨﻢ؟ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﺳﺘﻢ ﻓﺮﻳﺎﺩ ﺑﺰﻧﻢ ﻭﻟﻲ ﺩﻭﺳﺘﺎﻧﻢ ﺩﺭ ﺳﺮﺗﺎﺳﺮ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺑﻨﺪ ﺧﻮﺍﺑﻴﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ. ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﺳﺘﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺑﻜﻮﺑﻢ ﻭﻟﻲ ﺑﻪ ﺩﺭﻛﻮﺑﻴﺪﻥ ﺟﺰﺍﻱ ﺑﺴﻴﺎﺭ ﺑﺎﻻﻳﻲ ﺩﺍﺷﺖ. ﺧﻼﺻﻪﻧﺸﺴﺘﻢ. ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ٤ ﺻﺒﺢ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻣﺮﺩﻱ ﺩﺍﺩﺯﺩ: "ﭼﺎﻱ!" ﺟﻬﺖ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪﺩﺭﺳﺘﻲ ﺗﺸﺨﻴﺺﻧﻤﻲﺩﺍﺩﻡ ﻛﻪ ﻛﺠﺎﻱ ﺑﻨﺪ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻭ ﭼﻨﺪ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ ﻣﻲﺭﺳﺪ؟ ﺑﻪ ﺳﺮﻋﺖ ﺷﻤﺎﺭﺵ ﺍﻧﮕﺸﺘﺎﻥ ﺩﺳﺖ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺭﺳﻴﺪ. ﭼﺎﺩﺭﻡ ﺭﺍ ﺩﻭﺭ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ ﭘﻴﭽﻴﺪﻡ. ﺩﺭﺑﺎﺯ ﺷﺪ. ﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﺯﺩﺍﺩﻥ ﭼﺎﻱ ﻣﺮﺩﺑﺎ ﻧﮕﺎﻩﻫﻴﺰﺵ ﻭ ﻟﺤﻦ ﻛﺜﻴﻔﺶ ﮔﻔﺖ:

 "ﻗﻨﺪ، ﻗﻨﺪ ﺑﻴﺸﺘﺮ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﻲ؟"

ﻣﻦ ﻳﻚﻗﺪﻡﻋﻘﺐ ﺭﻓﺘﻢ. ﮔﻔﺘﻢ: "ﻧﻪ! ﻻﺯﻡﻧﺪﺍﺭﻡ."

ﮔﻔﺖ: "ﺧﻮﺑﻪ ﺷﻴﺮﻳﻨﻪ."

ﺍﻭ ﻳﻚﻗﺪﻡﺑﻪ ﺟﻠﻮ ﺁﻣﺪ. ﭼﺮﺥ ﻏﺬﺍﺭﺍ ﻭﻝ ﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﻣﻦ ﺑﻴﺸﺘﺮ ﻭ ﺑﻴﺸﺘﺮ ﺗﺮﺳﻴﺪﻡ ﻭ ﺧﻮﺩﻡﺭﺍﻛﻨﺎﺭﻛﺸﻴﺪﻡ. ﻧﻤﻲﺩﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﺍﮔﺮ ﺟﻠﻮﺗﺮ ﻣﻲﺁﻣﺪ ﭼﻜﺎﺭ ﺑﺎﻳﺪ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻡ؟ ﻓﺮﻳﺎﺩ ﻣﻲﺯﺩﻡ ﻭ ﻳﺎ ﻧﻤﻲﺩﺍﻧﻢ...؟ ﻣﻐﺰﻡ ﻛﺎﺭﻧﻤﻲﻛﺮﺩ. ﺑﻐﺾ ﮔﻠﻮﻳﻢ ﺭﺍﮔﺮﻓﺘﻪﺑﻮﺩ ﺩﺳﺖﻫﺎﻳﻢ ﻣﻲﻟﺮﺯﻳﺪ.

ﻣﺮﺩﺩﺭﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﻣﻮﻗﻊ ﮔﻔﺖ: "ﻫﻤﻪﺍﺯ ﺳﺮﻣﺎ ﺷﻜﺎﻳﺖ ﻛﺮﺩﻧﺪ. ﺷﻤﺎ ﭼﻲ؟"

ﺳﺮﻳﻊ ﺟﻮﺍﺑﺶﺭﺍﺩﺍﺩﻡ: "ﺳﺮﺩﺑﻮﺩ."

ﺧﻮﺩﺵ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺷﻮﻓﺎﮊﺭﺳﺎﻧﺪ ﻭ ﮔﻔﺖ: "ﺁﺭﻩ ﻧﻢﻧﻤﻜﻲ ﮔﺮﻣﺎ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ. ﻭﻟﻲ ﺩﻳﺸﺐ ٢٠ ﺩﺭﺟﻪﺯﻳﺮ ﺻﻔﺮ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺣﺎﻻ ﺍﻳﻨﺠﺎﻛﻪ ﺳﺮﺩﺗﺮ ﻫﻢ ﻫﺴﺖ. ﺧﺐ ﺧﻮﺩﺗﻮﻥ ﺧﻮﺍﺳﺘﻴﺪ. ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﺳﺘﻴﺪ ﺗﻮﻱﻗﺰﻝﺣﺼﺎﺭ ﺷﻮﺭﺵ ﻧﻜﻨﻴﺪ ﻭ ﺗﺸﻜﻴﻼﺕﺭﺍﻩ ﻧﻴﻨﺪﺍﺯﻳﺪ. ﺍﺻﻼ" ﻗﺎﺋﻞ ﺑﻪ ﺣﺮﻑﺯﺩﻥ ﺑﺎ ﺍﻭ ﻧﺒﻮﺩﻡ. ﺩﻟﻢ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﺳﺖ ﻫﺮﭼﻪﺯﻭﺩﺗﺮ ﺷﺮّﺵ ﺭﺍﻛﻢ ﻛﻨﺪ. ﺣﺮﻓﻲ ﻧﺰﺩﻡ.

ﭼﻪ ﺟﺎﻟﺐ! ﺷﻮﺭﺵ! ﺩﺭ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺴﺖ ﻭ ﺩﺭﻋﺮﺽ ﻳﻚ ﺭﺑﻊ ﺗﻤﺎﻡ ﺳﻠﻮﻝﻫﺎﺭﺍ ﭼﺎﻱ ﺩﺍﺩ ﻭ ﺭﻓﺖ. ﭼﺎﺩﺭﻡﺭﺍ ﺑﻪﮔﻮﺷﻪﺍﻱ ﭘﺮﺕ ﻛﺮﺩﻡ. ﺍﺻﻼ" ﺍﺷﺘﻬﺎﻳﻲ ﺑﻪ ﺻﺒﺤﺎﻧﻪﻧﺪﺍﺷﺘﻢ ﺍﺣﺴﺎﺱ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻡﺗﻠﺨﻲ ﮔﻠﻮﻳﻢ ﺑﻪﺯﻫﺮﻱ ﺗﺒﺪﻳﻞ ﺷﺪﻩﻛﻪﺁﺏ ﺍﺯﺁﻥ ﭘﺎﻳﻴﻦ ﻧﻤﻲﺭﻭﺩ. ﺑﻐﺾ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻢ ﻭ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﺳﺘﻢ ﮔﺮﻳﻪﻛﻨﻢ. ﻟﺤﻈﻪﺑﺪﻱ ﺭﺍ ﺗﺠﺮﺑﻪﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ. ﺗﻨﻬﺎﻳﻲ ﻭ ﺍﻳﻦﻫﻤﻪﻓﺸﺎﺭ. ﻭﺍﻱ ﻛﻪ ﻭﺍﻗﻌﺎ" ﻓﺸﺎﺭﺭﻭﺍﻧﻲ ﺳﺨﺖﺗﺮ ﺍﺯ ﻛﺎﺑﻠﻲ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻛﻪ ﺑﺮﺟﺎﻧﻢ ﺯﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ. ﺁﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺗﺤﻤﻞ ﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﻭﻟﻲ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻓﺸﺎﺭ ﺳﻨﮕﻴﻦﺗﺮ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺩﺭ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺑﺎﺷﻲ ﻭ ﺑﻲﻫﻴﭻ ﺍﺧﺘﻴﺎﺭﻱﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺩ.

ﻫﺮ ﻟﺤﻈﻪﺁﻣﺎﺩﻩ ﺑﺎﺷﻲ ﻭ ﺩﺭﻫﺮ ﻟﺤﻈﻪﺗﺮﺱ ﺭﺍ ﺗﺠﺮﺑﻪﻛﻨﻲ. ﭼﻪﺭﻭﺯﻫﺎﻳﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺗﺠﺮﺑﻪﻣﻲﻛﻨﻢ. ﺩﺭﻫﻤﻴﻦ ﻓﻜﺮﻫﺎ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﻛﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺑﻪ ﺗﻨﺪﻱ ﺑﺎﺯ ﺷﺪ ﻭ ﻣﻦ ﭼﺎﺩﺭﻡﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺳﺮ ﻛﺮﺩﻡ ﻳﻚﻃﺮﻑ ﺑﻠﻨﺪ ﻭ ﻳﻚ ﻃﺮﻑ ﻛﻮﺗﺎﻩ. ﺍﺻﻼ" ﻧﻤﻲﺩﺍﻧﻢ ﭘﺎﻳﻴﻦﺍﺵ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺳﺮ ﻛﺮﺩﻡﻳﺎ ﺑﻪ ﺷﻜﻞ ﺩﺭﺳﺖ؟ ﻓﻘﻂ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﺳﺘﻢ ﻣﺮﺍ ﻧﺒﻴﻨﺪ. ﺍﻭ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﻣﺮﺩ ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭﻛﻪﺑﻪﻣﺎ ﺻﺒﺤﺎﻧﻪﺩﺍﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻪﺑﻮﺩﻡ. ﺍﻭ ﺗﺎﺩﻡﭘﺘﻮﻳﻲ ﻛﻪﭘﻬﻦ ﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﻭ ﻓﺮﺵ ﺳﻠﻮﻟﻢ ﺑﻮﺩ، ﺟﻠﻮ ﺁﻣﺪ. ﭼﻨﺪ ﻗﻨﺪ ﺩﺭﺩﺳﺖ ﺩﺍﺷﺖ ﻭ ﺑﺎﺯﺑﺎﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﻟﺤﻦ ﮔﻔﺖ: "ﺑﮕﻴﺮ ﺑﺮﺍﻱﺗﻮ ..."

ﺩﺳﺘﻢ ﺭﺍﺩﺭﺍﺯﻧﻜﺮﺩﻡ. ﺑﺸﻘﺎﺏ ﺭﺍﻛﻪﺩﺭﺁﻥ ﻳﻚ ﻟﻴﻮﺍﻥ ﭘﻼﺳﺘﻴﻜﻲ ﭼﺎﻱ ﻭ ﺩﻭ ﺣﺒﻪﻗﻨﺪ ﻭ ﺑﺮﮔﻪﺍﻱﻧﺎﺯﻙ ﺍﺯﭘﻨﻴﺮ ﺑﻮﺩ، ﺑﺎﻻ ﺑﺮﺩﻡ ﻭ ﺍﻭ ﺩﺭﺁﻥ ﺭﻳﺨﺖ ﻭ ﺭﻓﺖ. ﻗﺪﺭﺕ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺘﻢ ﺩﺳﺘﻢ ﺭﺍ ﺍﺯ ﺑﺎﻻ ﺑﻪﭘﺎﻳﻴﻦ ﺑﻴﺎﻭﺭﻡ. ﺩﺳﺘﻢ ﻣﻲﻟﺮﺯﻳﺪ. ﭼﺎﻱ ﺩﺭﻟﻴﻮﺍﻥ ﻟﻐﺰﺵ ﺩﺍﺷﺖ ﻭ ﺗﻤﺎﻡﻗﻨﺪﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺧﻴﺲ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩ. ﺗﻤﺎﻡﺁﻥﻫﺎﺭﺍﺩﻭﺭﺭﻳﺨﺘﻢ. ﻧﻤﻲﺩﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﺑﻪﺭﺍﺳﺘﻲ ﭼﻪﻛﻨﻢ؟ﺑﻪ ﭼﻪﻛﺴﻲ ﺍﻋﺘﺮﺍﺽﻛﻨﻢ؟ﺍﻳﻦ ﻣﺮﺩﺑﻪﻣﻦ ﻓﺸﺎﺭﺭﻭﺍﻧﻲ ﻭﺍﺭﺩ ﻣﻲﺁﻭﺭﺩ. ﺧﻮﺏ ﻣﻲﺩﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﻛﻪ ﺍﮔﺮ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻣﺴﺎﺋﻞ ﺍﻋﺘﺮﺍﺽ ﻛﻨﻲ ﻫﻤﻴﺸﻪ ﺧﻮﺩﺕ ﻣﻘﺼﺮ ﺷﻨﺎﺧﺘﻪ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﻱ. ﺩﺭ ﺍﻭﻳﻦ ﺩﺧﺘﺮﻱ ﺑﺨﺎﻃﺮ ﺑﺮﺧﻮﺭﺩ ﻛﺜﻴﻒ ﻳﻚ ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭ ﻣﺮﺩ ﺍﻋﺘﺮﺍﺽ ﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭ ﺩﺧﺘﺮ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪﺧﺎﻃﺮ ﺍﻫﺎﻧﺖ ﺑﻪ ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭ ﺷﻼﻕ ﺯﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ. ﺩﺭ ﻣﻮﺭﺩﻫﺎﻱ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﻫﻴﭻﻭﻗﺖ ﺑﻪ ﻧﻔﻊ ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻧﻲ ﺩﺧﺘﺮ ﻧﻈﺮ ﻧﺪﺍﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ. ﺍﺯ ﺍﻳﻦﻫﻤﻪ ﻓﺸﺎﺭ ﺭﻭﺍﻧﻲ ﺭﻧﺞ ﻣﻲﺑﺮﺩﻡ ﻭﻟﻲ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻳﻚﺳﺎﻝ ﺁﮔﺎﻫﻲﺍﻡ ﺑﻴﺸﺘﺮﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺁﻥﻫﺎ ﺍﺯﻫﺮ ﻭﺳﻴﻠﻪﺍﻱ ﺍﺳﺘﻔﺎﺩﻩ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻧﺪ ﺗﺎ ﻣﺎﺭﺍ ﺳﺮﻛﻮﺏ ﻛﻨﻨﺪ ﻭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻫﻢ ﻳﻜﻲ ﺍﺯﻓﺸﺎﺭﻫﺎﺳﺖ. ﻣﺸﺘﻢ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎ ﺗﻤﺎﻡ ﻭﺟﻮﺩﺑﻪ ﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﺷﻮﻓﺎﮊﻛﻪﻫﻴﭻﻭﻗﺖ ﮔﺮﻡﻧﻤﯽ ﺷﺪ،ﻛﻮﺑﻴﺪﻡ. ﻗﻠﺒﻢ ﺯﺧﻤﻲ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺩﺭﺩﻱ ﻋﺠﻴﺐ ﺩﺭ ﺧﻮﺩﺍﺣﺴﺎﺱ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻡ. ﭼﺮﺍ ﺍﻳﻦﻗﺪﺭﻧﺎﺗﻮﺍﻧﻢ؟

ﺑﻪ ﺧﻮﺩﮔﻔﺘﻢ ﻭﺍﻗﻌﺎ" ﺗﺮﺳﻴﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻱ. ﭼﻤﺒﺎﺗﻤﻪﺯﺩﻡ ﻭ ﺑﻪﻣﺮﺩﻡ، ﺑﻪ ﺧﺎﻧﻮﺍﺩﻩﻋﺰﻳﺰﻡ ﻭ ﺑﻪﻋﺸﻖ ﻟﻄﻴﻔﻢ ﻓﻜﺮ ﻛﺮﺩﻡ. ﺑﻪ ﺧﻮﺩﮔﻔﺘﻢ: "ﺧﺐ ﺍﻳﻦﻫﺎ ﻛﻪ ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ﻣﻬﻤﺎﻧﻲ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺍﻳﻨﺠﺎ ﻧﻴﺎﻭﺭﺩﻩﺍﻧﺪ. ﻋﺸﻖ ﺑﻪ ﻣﺮﺩﻡ ﻫﻤﻴﻦ ﻣﺴﺎﺋﻞ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ. ﺳﻴﺎﺳﻲ ﺑﻮﺩﻥ ﻫﻤﻴﻦ ﻣﺸﻜﻼﺕ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ." ﺑﺎ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ،ﺩﺭﻓﻜﺮﻡ ﺣﺮﻑ ﻣﻲﺯﺩﻡ ﻭ ﺍﻧﮕﺎﺭ ﺧﻮﺩﻡﺭﺍ ﻗﺎﻧﻊ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻡ. ﺍﺣﺴﺎﺱ ﺷﺎﺩﻱﻋﺠﻴﺒﻲ ﺩﺭ ﻭﺟﻮﺩﻡﺑﻮﺩ. ﻫﺮﭼﻴﺰﻱ ﺳﺨﺘﻲ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ، ﻣﻬﻢ ﺁﻥ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻛﻪ ﺳﺮﺑﻠﻨﺪ ﺑﮕﺬﺭﺍﻧﻲ. ﺣﺎﻻ ﺍﻭﻝ ﺭﺍﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ. ﻣﻌﻠﻮﻡ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ ﭼﻨﺪﻳﻦ ﻭ ﭼﻨﺪ ﻣﺎﻩ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻧﻔﺮﺍﺩﻱ ﺑﺎﺷﻴﻢ. ﻳﻚ ﺭﻭﺯ ﺩﺭ ﺧﻴﺎﻝﻫﺎﻱ ﺷﻴﺮﻳﻦ ﺧﻮﺩﺑﻮﺩﻡﻛﻪﺩﺭﺑﻪﺗﻨﺪﻱﺑﺎﺯ ﺷﺪ. ﻧﺎﺩﺭﻱﺑﻮﺩ.

- ﭼﺮﺍﺩﻡﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩ ﺍﻳﺴﺘﺎﺩﻩﺍﻱ؟

- ﺍﻳﺴﺘﺎﺩﻩﺍﻡ!

- ﻣﻲﺩﻭﻧﻲ ﻛﻪ ﺟﺮﻣﻪ.

- ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻢ ﺁﺳﻤﻮﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺗﻤﺎﺷﺎ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻡ.

- ﺧﺐ ﺣﺮﻑﺯﻳﺎﺩﻧﺰﻥ. ﺑﻬﺖ ﻣﻲﮔﻢ ﺩﻡﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩ ﺍﻳﺴﺘﺎﺩﻥ ﻗﺪﻏﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ.

- ﺟﺎﺋﻲ ﻛﻪﻣﻌﻠﻮﻡﻧﻴﺴﺖ.

- ﺧﻴﻠﻲ ﭘﺮ ﺭﻭ ﻫﺴﺘﻲ. ﺯﻳﺎﺩ ﻗﺎﻧﻮﻥ ﺷﻜﻨﻲ ﺑﻜﻨﻲ ﻣﻲﺍﻧﺪﺍﺯﻣﺖ ﺳﮓﺩﺍﻧﻲ ﻛﻪ ﺑﺒﻴﻨﻲ ﺍﻭﻧﺠﺎ ﻛﺠﺎﺳﺖ. ﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﺯ ﺭﻓﺘﻦ ﺑﻪﺍﻭﻧﺠﺎ ﺩﻳﮕﻪ ﻧﺰﺩﻳﻚ ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩ ﻧﻤﻲﺷﻲ.

ﺩﺭﺭﺍ ﺑﺴﺖ ﻭ ﺭﻓﺖ. ﻣﻦ ﻫﺎﺝ ﻭ ﻭﺍﺝ ﻣﺎﻧﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ. ﻣﻲﮔﻮﻳﻨﺪ ﺍﺭﺗﺒﺎﻁ ﺑﺎ ﺳﻠﻮﻝﻫﺎﻱﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﻧﮕﻴﺮ... ﻭ ﻫﺮ ﭼﻴﺰ ﻛﻮﭼﻚ، ﺣﺘﻲ ﺩﺭ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﻫﻢ ﺑﻮﺩﻩ، ﺟﺮﻡ ﺍﺳﺖ . ﺍﺯ ﺯﻳﺮ ﺩﺭ ﺑﻪﻃﻮﺭ ﻣﺨﻔﻲ ﻭ ﺧﻴﻠﻲ ﺁﺭﺍﻡ ﺣﺮﻑ ﻣﻲﺯﺩﻳﻢ. ﺑﻌﻀﻲ ﻣﻮﺍﻗﻊ ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭ ﻣﭻ ﻣﻲﮔﺮﻓﺖ ﻭﻟﻲ

ﺧﻮﺷﺒﺨﺘﺎﻧﻪﺗﺎ ﺁﻥ ﻣﻮﻗﻊ ﻣﭻ ﻣﺮﺍ ﻧﮕﺮﻓﺘﻪﺑﻮﺩ. ﻣﻮﺿﻮﻉ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪﺩﻭ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺑﻌﺪﻱﻛﻪ ﺻﺪﺍﻳﻢ ﺑﻪﺍﻭ ﻣﻲﺭﺳﻴﺪ،ﮔﻔﺘﻢ. ﺍﻭ ﻫﻢ ﮔﻔﺖ ﺑﻪﺩﻳﻮﺍﺭﻱ ﻛﻪ ﺷﻮﻓﺎﮊﺗﻌﺒﻴﻪ ﺷﺪﻩ، ﺗﻜﻴﻪﺩﺍﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭ ﺑﻪﺍﻭ ﻫﻢ ﺍﻋﺘﺮﺍﺽﻛﺮﺩﻧﺪ ﻛﻪﻧﺒﺎﻳﺪ ﺑﻪﺩﻳﻮﺍﺭﺗﻜﻴﻪﺑﺪﻫﻲ. ﺗﻮ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﻲ ﺑﺎ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺑﻐﻠﻲ ﺗﻤﺎﺱ ﺑﮕﻴﺮﻱ. ﺍﻭ ﻫﻢ ﺩﺭ ﺟﻮﺍﺏ ﮔﻔﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ: "ﺧﺐ ﭼﺮﺍ ﻭﻗﺘﻲ ﺷﻤﺎ ﺩﺭ ﺭﺍﻫﺮﻭ ﻫﺴﺘﻴﺪ ﻣﻦ ﺑﺨﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺍﺭﺗﺒﺎﻁ ﺑﮕﻴﺮﻡ. ﮔﻮﺵ ﻣﻲﺩﻫﻢ، ﻭﻗﺘﻲ ﻛﻪ ﻧﻴﺴﺘﻴﺪ ﺍﺭﺗﺒﺎﻁ ﻣﻲﮔﻴﺮﻡ."

ﺑﻪ ﺧﺎﻃﺮ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺟﻮﺍﺏ ﺍﻭ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺳﮓﺩﺍﻧﻲ ﺑﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ ﻭ ﻣﻲﮔﻔﺖ ﭼﻘﺪﺭ ﻭﺣﺸﺘﻨﺎﻙ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺟﺎﻱ ﻛﺜﻴﻒ ﻭﺑﺪﻭﻥ ﻧﻮﺭ، ﺣﺘﻲ ﻛﻮﭼﻚﺗﺮﻳﻦ ﺭﻭﺯﻧﻪﺍﻱﺩﺭﺁﻧﺠﺎ ﺗﻌﺒﻴﻪﻧﺸﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ...

ﻣﺎﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺳﻠﻮﻝﻫﺎﺭﺩﻳﻒ ﭘﺸﺖ ﺳﺮ ﻫﻢ ﻧﮕﺬﺍﺷﺘﻪﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ. ﻳﻚ ﺩﺭ ﻣﻴﺎﻥ، ﺳﻠﻮﻝﻫﺎ ﺧﺎﻟﻲ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭ ﺗﺠﺮﺑﻪﻛﺎﻓﻲ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺘﻴﻢ. ﺭﺍﻩ ﺍﺭﺗﺒﺎﻁ ﺑﺎ ﺗﻮﺟﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺩﺍﻧﺴﺘﻦ ﻣﻮﺭﺱ ﺍﺯ ﺯﻳﺮ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻧﺠﺎﻡ ﻣﻲ ﺷﺪ ﻭ ﺍﻳﻦﻫﻢ ﺑﺴﻴﺎﺭ ﻧﺎﻣﻮﻓﻖ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﻫﺮﭼﻨﺪ ﻭﻗﺖ ﻳﻚﺑﺎﺭ ﻣﭻ ﺑﭽﻪﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻲﮔﺮﻓﺘﻨﺪ ﻭ ﺑﺎ ﻧﺎﺳﺰﺍ ﻭ ﻛﺘﻚ ﻫﻤﺮﺍﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭ ﺳﭙﺲ ﺭﺍﻫﻲ ﺳﮓﺩﺍﻧﻲ ﻣﯽ ﺷﺪﻱ. ﺩﺭﻗﺰﻝﺣﺼﺎﺭﺩﺭﺑﺎﺭﻩ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥ ﻣﺨﻮﻑ ﺻﺤﺒﺖ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻳﻢ. ﻣﻲﮔﻔﺘﻨﺪ ﺷﺎﻩﺩﺭﺳﺖ ﻛﺮﺩﻩ، ﺍﻳﻦﻫﺎ ﺑﻬﺮﻩﺑﺮﺩﺍﺭﻱﺍﺵ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﻨﺪ ﻛﺮﺩ. ﻫﻨﻮﺯﺗﻤﺎﻡﻧﺸﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺗﻠﻲ ﺍﺯ ﺧﺎﻙ ﻭ ﺁﺟﺮ ﺭﺍ ﺍﺯﮔﻮﺷﻪﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩﻫﻨﮕﺎﻣﻲ ﻛﻪ ﺍﺯ ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩ ﺑﺎﻻ ﻣﻲﺭﻓﺘﻢ، ﻣﻲﺩﻳﺪﻡ. ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥ ﮔﻮﻫﺮﺩﺷﺖ ﺑﺰﺭﮒ ﻭ ﺑﺰﺭﮒﺗﺮ ﻣﯽ ﺷﺪ ﺗﺎ ﺑﺘﻮﺍﻧﻨﺪ ﻳﻚ ﻧﺴﻞ ﺭﺍﻛﻪﻋﺸﻖ ﻭ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺗﺠﺮﺑﻪﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﺑﻪﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥ ﺑﻜﺸﻨﺪ. ١٠٠ ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻧﻲ ﺩﺧﺘﺮ ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥ ﮔﻮﻫﺮﺩﺷﺖ ﺭﺍ ﺍﻓﺘﺘﺎﺡ ﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ.

ﻳﻚﺭﻭﺯ ﻧﺎﺩﺭﻱ ﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﺯ ﺻﺒﺤﺎﻧﻪ ﺩﺭﻳﭽﻪ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺑﺎﺯ ﻛﺮﺩ ﻭ ﮔﻔﺖ: "ﭼﺎﺩﺭﺕ ﺭﺍ ﺳﺮﻛﻦ." ﺁﻣﺎﺩﻩ ﺷﺪﻡ. ﻣﺮﺩﻱ ﻭﺍﺭﺩ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺷﺪ.

ﺧﻮﺩﺵ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻌﺮﻓﻲ ﻛﺮﺩ: "ﻣﻦ ﺻﺒﺤﻲ ﺭﺋﻴﺲﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥ ﻫﺴﺘﻢ."

ﺑﺮﺍﻳﻢ ﻋﺠﻴﺐ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ﺍﻭﻟﻴﻦ ﺑﺎﺭ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻣﺪﺕ ﻛﻪﺩﺭ ﺳﻪ ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ، ﺷﺨﺼﻲ ﺧﻮﺩﺵ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪﺯﻧﺪﺍﻧﻲ ﻣﻌﺮﻓﻲ ﻣﻲﻛﻨﺪ! ﻣﻦ ﺩﺭﺍﻧﺘﻬﺎﻱ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺍﻳﺴﺘﺎﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ. ﺍﻭ ﭘﺮﺳﻴﺪ: 

"ﺍﺯ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺭﺍﺿﻲ ﻫﺴﺘﻲ؟"

ﮔﻔﺘﻢ: "ﺧﻴﻠﻲ ﺳﺮﺩﺍﺳﺖ. ﺷﻮﻓﺎﮊﺍﺻﻼ ﮔﺮﻣﺎ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﺩ."

ﮔﻔﺖ: "ﺍﻳﻨﺠﺎ ﺗﺎﺯﻩ ﺭﺍﻩ ﺍﻓﺘﺎﺩﻩ ﻭ ﻣﺎ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻳﻨﺠﺎ ﺟﺪﻳﺪ ﻫﺴﺘﻴﻢ. ﺷﻤﺎ ﺍﻭﻟﻴﻦ ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻧﻴﺎﻥ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥ ﻫﺴﺘﻴﺪ. ﺍﮔﺮ ﺗﻮﺑﻪﻧﺎﻣﻪ ﺑﻨﻮﻳﺴﻲ

ﻛﺎﺭﻱ ﻣﻲﻛﻨﻢ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺮﮔﺮﺩﺍﻧﻨﺪ."

ﺭﻭ ﻛﺮﺩﺑﻪﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭﺯﻥ ﻭ ﮔﻔﺖ: "ﻛﺎﻏﺬ ﻭ ﻗﻠﻢ ﺑﻴﺎﻭﺭ."

ﺍﺯﻣﻦ ﭘﺮﺳﻴﺪ: "ﻣﻲﻧﻮﻳﺴﻲ؟"

ﮔﻔﺘﻢ: "ﻗﺒﻮﻝ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﻡ."

ﺩﺭ ﺟﻮﺍﺏ ﮔﻔﺖ: "ﭘﺲ ﺍﻳﻨﺠﺎ ﻣﻲﻣﺎﻧﻲ" ﻭ ﺭﻓﺖ.

ﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﺯﺭﻓﺘﻦ "ﺻﺒﺤﻲ" ﻫﻤﮕﻲ ﺭﻓﺘﻴﻢ ﺯﻳﺮِﺩﺭﻛﻪﺍﺧﺒﺎﺭﺭﺍﺭﺩﻭﺑﺪﻝ ﻛﻨﻴﻢ. ﻳﻚ ﻳﺎﺩﻭ ﻧﻔﺮ ﺗﻮﺑﻪﻧﺎﻣﻪﺭﺍ ﻗﺒﻮﻝ ﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ.

ﻫﻮﺍ ﺳﺮﺩ ﻭ ﺳﺮﺩﺗﺮ ﻣﯽ ﺷﺪ ﻭ ﻣﻦ ﺑﺎﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﭘﺘﻮ ﻣﻲﮔﺬﺭﺍﻧﺪﻡ. ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺑﺴﻴﺎﺭ ﺳﺮﺩﺑﻮﺩ. ﺣﺘﻲ ﺩﺭﺭﻭﺯﻫﻢ ﻫﻮﺍ ﺳﺮﺩﺑﻮﺩ ﻭ ﺑﻪﻫﻴﭻﻭﺟﻪ ﺁﻓﺘﺎﺏ ﺑﻪ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﻧﻤﻲﺗﺎﺑﻴﺪ. ﭼﻨﺪ ﺭﻭﺯ ﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﺯﺁﻣﺪﻥ ﺻﺒﺤﻲ ﺑﻪ ﺳﻠﻮﻝﻫﺎ، ﻧﺎﺩﺭﻱ ﺩﺭﻳﭽﻪﻫﺎﺭﺍ ﻳﻜﻲﻳﻜﻲ ﺑﺎﺯﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩ ﻭ ﺣﺮﻓﻲ ﻛﻮﺗﺎﻩﺯﺩﻩ

ﻣﯽ ﺷﺪ. ﺩﺭﻳﭽﻪ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺑﺎﺯﻛﺮﺩ ﻭ ﮔﻔﺖ ﻭﺳﺎﻳﻞﺍﺕ ﺭﺍ ﺟﻤﻊ ﻛﻦ. ﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺪﺗﻲ ﻳﻜﻲﻳﻜﻲ ﺳﻠﻮﻝﻫﺎ ﺧﺎﻟﻲ ﻣﯽ ﺷﺪ ﻭ ﺣﺪﺳﻢ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺑﻮﺩﻛﻪﺗﻐﻴﻴﺮ ﺟﺎﺳﺖ. ﭼﺮﺍﻛﻪﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭﻳﻚﻧﻔﺮ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻲﺑﺮﺩ ﻭ ﺧﻴﻠﻲ ﺳﺮﻳﻊ ﺑﺮﻣﻲﮔﺸﺖ ﻭ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺑﻌﺪﻱﺭﺍ ﺑﺎﺯﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩ. ﺳﻠﻮﻝﻫﺎﻱﺭﻭﺑﻪﺭﻭ

ﺑﻪ ﻭﺳﻴﻠﻪﺩﻳﻮﺍﺭﻱ ﻛﻪ ﭼﻨﺪ ﺩﺭ، ﺩﺭﺁﻥ ﺗﻌﺒﻴﻪ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ، ﺟﺪﺍ ﻣﯽ ﺷﺪ. ﻣﻦ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺭﻭﺑﻪﺭﻭ ﺑﺮﺩﻧﺪ. ﻭﺳﺎﻳﻞ ﺭﺍﺭﻭﻱ ﺯﻣﻴﻦ ﮔﺬﺍﺷﺘﻢ.

ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭﮔﻔﺖ: "ﺍﻳﻦ ﻫﻢ ﺁﻓﺘﺎﺏ! ﺩﻳﮕﻪﻏﺮ ﻧﺰﻥ!"

ﭼﺸﻢﺑﻨﺪﻡ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎﻻ ﺯﺩﻡ. ﺁﻓﺘﺎﺏ ﭘﺎﻳﻴﺰﻱ ﻗﺸﻨﮕﻲ ﺑﻪ ﺩﻳﻮﺍﺭ ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﻫﻨﻮﺯ ﻛﻪ ﻫﻨﻮﺯ ﺍﺳﺖ، ﮔﺮﻣﺎﻱ ﺁﻥ ﺭﺍ ﻓﺮﺍﻣﻮﺵ ﻧﻜﺮﺩﻩﺍﻡ. ﺍﺯ ﭘﺸﺖ ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩﻛﻮﭼﻜﻢ، ﺁﻓﺘﺎﺏ ﻋﺒﻮﺭﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭ ﺍﺯﺯﺭﺩﻱﺍﺵ ﺷﺎﺩﻱ ﺧﺎﺻﻲ ﺩﺭ ﻭﺟﻮﺩﻡﻣﻲﻧﺸﺴﺖ. ﭼﺸﻢﺑﻨﺪ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺮﺩﺍﺷﺘﻢ،ﻫﻨﻮﺯ ﭼﻨﺪ ﺩﻗﻴﻘﻪﺍﻱ ﻧﮕﺬﺷﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻛﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺑﺎﺯ ﺷﺪ. ﻳﻚ ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻧﻲ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺳﻠﻮﻟﻢ ﺁﻭﺭﺩﻧﺪ. ﻧﺎﺩﺭﻱ ﮔﻔﺖ: "ﺁﻥﻗﺪﺭ ﺣﺮﻑ ﺑﺰﻧﻴﺪ ﻭ ﺗﺤﻠﻴﻞ ﺑﺪﻫﻴﺪ ﺗﺎ ﺧﺴﺘﻪ ﺷﻮﻳﺪ." ﻣﻦ ﺍﻭ ﺭﺍ ﺯﻳﺎﺩ ﻧﻤﻲﺷﻨﺎﺧﺘﻢ. ﺩﺭ ﺑﻨﺪ ﻫﺸﺖ، ﻫﻢﺑﻨﺪﻱ ﺑﻮﺩﻳﻢ. ﺍﻭ ﭼﺸﻢﺑﻨﺪﺵ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎﻻ ﺯﺩ ﻭ ﺧﻴﻠﻲ ﺑﻲﺗﻔﺎﻭﺕ

ﻣﺤﻴﻂ ﺭﺍ ﻧﮕﺎﻩﻛﺮﺩ. ﻗﺪﻡ ﺟﻠﻮ ﮔﺬﺍﺷﺘﻢ ﻭ ﺑﻐﻠﺶ ﻛﺮﺩﻡ. ﻫﻢﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻮﺳﻴﺪﻳﻢ. ﺭﺍﺳﺘﺶ ﺍﺯﺩﻳﺪﻥ ﻫﻤﺪﻳﮕﺮ ﺯﻳﺎﺩ ﺧﻮﺷﺤﺎﻝ ﻧﺸﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻳﻢ.

ﺁﺭﺯﻭﻳﻢ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻛﻪ ﺑﺎ ﺳﭙﻴﺪﻩ ﻫﻢﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﻣﯽ ﺷﺪﻡ. ﺑﺎ ﺳﭙﻴﺪﻩ ﺩﺭ ﺑﻨﺪ ﻫﺸﺖ ﭘﺎﻳﻪﺩﻭﺳﺘﻲﻣﺎﻥ ﺭﻳﺨﺘﻪ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺩﻭﺳﺘﻲ ﻣﺤﻜﻤﻲ ﺑﺎﻫﻢ ﭘﻴﺪﺍﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻳﻢ، ﺣﺘﻲ ﻭﻗﺘﻲ ﺑﻪﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥ ﮔﻮﻫﺮﺩﺷﺖ ﻣﻨﺘﻘﻞ ﺷﺪﻳﻢ، ﺧﻮﺷﺤﺎﻝ ﺑﻮﺩﻡﻛﻪﺑﺎﻫﻢ ﻫﺴﺘﻴﻢ ﻭ ﺩﺭﻳﻚﺟﺎ ﻧﻔﺲ ﻣﻲﻛﺸﻴﻢ. ﺑﺎﺭﻫﺎ ﻭ ﺑﺎﺭﻫﺎ ﺑﻪ ﺍﻭ ﻓﻜﺮ ﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ. ﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﺯﺁﻣﺪﻥ ﻫﻢ ﺳﻠﻮﻟﻲ ﺷﺮﻭﻉ ﺑﻪﻧﻈﺎﻓﺖ ﻛﺮﺩﻳﻢ. ﻭﺳﺎﻳﻞﻣﺎﻥ ﻛﻪ ﺷﺎﻣﻞ ﭘﺘﻮ ﻭ ﺩﻭ ﻧﺎﻳﻠﻜﺲ ﻟﺒﺎﺱ ﺑﺎ ﻇﺮﻭﻑ ﺑﻮﺩ، ﻛﻨﺎﺭ ﮔﺬﺍﺷﺘﻪ ﻭ ﺍﺑﺘﺪﺍ ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩ ﺭﺍ ﺗﻤﻴﺰ ﻛﺮﺩﻳﻢ ﻭ ﺑﻌﺪ ﺳﺮﺍﻍ ﻛﻒ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ، ﺗﻮﺍﻟﺖ ﻭ ﺩﺳﺖﺷﻮﻳﻲ ﺭﻓﺘﻴﻢ. ﺍﻳﻦ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺭﺍ ﻫﻢ ﻛﺴﻲ ﺍﺯﺁﻥ ﺍﺳﺘﻔﺎﺩﻩ ﻧﻜﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﻋﻠﺖ ﻧﻈﺎﻓﺖ ﻣﺎ، ﻳﻜﻲ ﺑﻨﺎﺑﻪ ﺳﻨﺖ ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥ ﻭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮﻱ ﮔﺮﺩ ﻭ ﺧﺎﻙ ﺯﻳﺎﺩ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺩﺭ ﻃﺒﻘﻪﺩﻭﻡ ﻭ ﺭﻭ ﺑﻪ ﺣﻴﺎﻁ ﻣﺴﺘﻄﻴﻠﻲ ﺷﻜﻠﻲ ﻗﺮﺍﺭ ﺩﺍﺷﺖ. ﺻﺒﺢ ﭘﺎﻳﻴﺰﻱ ﺑﺎ ﺁﻓﺘﺎﺏ ﻗﺸﻨﮕﺶ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﺭﺍ ﮔﺮﻡ ﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﻣﺸﺘﺎﻗﺎﻧﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺑﻴﺮﻭﻥ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﻣﻲﻛﺮﺩﻡ. ﺣﻔﺎﻅ ﭘﺸﺖ ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩﻫﻤﻴﺸﻪﻣﺎﻧﻊ ﻣﯽ ﺷﺪ ﺗﺎ ﺑﻪﺩﺭﺳﺘﻲ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺟﺎﺭﺍﺩﻳﺪ. ﺩﻩﻫﺎ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ، ﭘﺸﺖ ﻫﻢ ﺭﺩﻳﻒ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺷﺮﻭﻉ ﺑﻪ ﺷﻤﺎﺭﺵ ﻛﺮﺩﻡ: ٢٣،٢٤ ...٣ ،٢ ،١ ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ ﻣﻲﺩﻳﺪﻡ.

ﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﺯ ﺗﻤﻴﺰ ﻛﺮﺩﻥ ﺳﻠﻮﻝ، ﺍﺳﺘﺮﺍﺣﺖ ﻛﻮﭼﻜﻲ ﺑﻪ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺩﺍﺩﻳﻢ. ﺷﻴﺮ ﮔﺮﻡ ﺩﺳﺖﺷﻮﻳﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎﺯ ﻛﺮﺩﻡ. ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻋﺖﻫﺎﻳﻲ ﻛﻪﺁﺏ ﺩﺍﻍ ﻣﯽ ﺷﺪ، ﻣﻲﺗﻮﺍﻧﺴﺘﻴﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺳﻨﺖ ﻗﺰﻝﺣﺼﺎﺭ ﭼﺎﻳﻲ ﺩﺭﺳﺖ ﻛﻨﻴﻢ. ﺍﻳﻦﺟﺎ ﭼﺎﻳﻲ ﺧﺸﻚ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺘﻴﻢ، ﭘﺲ ﺑﺎ ﺁﺏﺟﻮﺵ ﻭ ﻳﻚ ﺣﺒﻪﻗﻨﺪ ﺍﺯ ﺟﻴﺮﻩ ﻗﻨﺪ ﺻﺒﺤﺎﻧﻪ،ﺩﻭﺭﻫﻢ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﻤﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺟﺸﻦ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻴﻢ.

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