Phoenix

By Rahele Behzadi

She knew that God forgives her and she was sure that Riot would share Dandelion’s story with others in the future. The story of a beautiful pink Dandelion that was deceived by a demon and helped him to kill all dancing Dandelions in the Eternal Land. Dandelions burned in the fire and nobody heard about them after that. The pink Dandelion changed to Phoenix, and ash became her nest. She burned herself in sunshine every day and became alive after sunset for purifying herself from sin...

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Feb 23, 2019
• ISBN: 9781728384979

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PHOENIX

RAHELE BEHZADI

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Published by AuthorHouse 02/22/2019

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CONTENTS

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

Twenty One

Twenty Two

Twenty Three

Twenty Four

Twenty Five

Twenty Six

Twenty Seven

Twenty Eight

Twenty Nine

Thirty

Thirty One

Thirty Two

Thirty Three

Thirty Four

Thirty Five

Thirty Six

Thirty Seven

Thirty Eight

In memory of Iran’s Female Political Prisons

Sonya Ahmadi, Setareh Arkvari, Fahimeh Esmail Badavi, Maryam Akbari, Nasim Bagheri, Simin Bahrami, Rojin Paya, Be-smeh Al-Jabori, Zeinab Jalalian, Rihaneh Ebrahim Dabagh, Golrokh Ebrahimi Iraee, Negar Haeri, Atena Daemi, Behnaz Zakeri, Zahra Rahnavard, Zahra Zehtabchi, Roya Saeidi, Naghmeh Shahsavandi, Hakimeh Shokri, Mahvash Shahriari, Gisoo Sheikh-Hassan Abadi, Amel Sheikho, Roya Saberi, Safiyeh Sadeghi, Atena Fareghdani, Neda Forsatipour, Gadriyeh Ghaderi, Fariba Kamal abadi, Zahra Kaebi, Nahid Gorgi, Sedigheh Moradi, Maryam Moghadasi, Farahnaz Moghadam, Mina Managheb, Zahra Mansouri, Mahnaz Mohammadi Narges Mohamadi, Soraya Nakhaei, Bahareh Hedayat, Nazanin Zaghari, Paniz Azimi, Leila Jaffari, Azita Rafi Zadeh, Fatemeh Mosana, Mona Mehrabi, Elham Barmaki,, Marjan Davari.

For Gohar Eshghi, Mothers of Laleh Park and Girls of Enghelab Street.

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‘To raise your head Bahu and watch the beauties.’ The Sun whispered, but Bahu was afraid to raise his head. The Sun tried to convince him ‘You saw the image of me, sky, birds, and clouds in the water and nothing happened to you. Raise your head!’

‘I have to talk with my mother.’ Bahu said and ran to home while he thought about the Sun. The Sun lied down on the sky and watched Bahu. The white cloud was playing with the Sun and paraded around the Sun. The Sun took the playful cloud and put the golden head on it. ’How do you construe his sudden departure?’ The cloud asked.

‘I think all of them raise their head soon and see all beauty in the sky…’ The Sun said and smiled.

Bahu ran and ran to home; he couldn’t believe all beauty nesses.

‘Mom! I saw the Sun; I saw the blue sky!’ He shouted and hid in her skirt. His little heart throbbed, mother hugged him ‘Calm down Bahu! Calm down!’

‘Mom! I saw the Sun and blue sky… I saw the white cloud…’

‘No, honey! You maybe had a dream! We don’t have the right to raise our head; otherwise we will become ash… We can see eventually as much as our high not more!’

‘I saw their images in the water… the sun was kind, and the cloud was playful.’

His mother became anxiety and touched Bahu’s head gently. Bahu whispered ‘I like to see your face mom!’

‘It is forbidden honey until you grow up and your tall would become longer than me!’

Bahu thought for a moment and said ‘so that time you aren’t able to see me, mom! Do you?’

‘No. I cannot see you as I couldn’t see your father!’

An idea occurred to Bahu. He took mother’s hand ‘Mom sit down! I will touch your face!’

Bahu closed his eyes and mother sat on the ground. Bahu started to touch her face, her nose, lips, cheek, and eyes. ‘Mom, which color has your eyes?’

‘Blue! Blue honey!’

‘Such as sky, water?’

‘Yes!’

Bahu suddenly opened his eyes, and his mother screamed, covered the face with hands, but it was so late! Bahu saw her… Mother started to cry, her tears ran down her eyes, and yelled ‘Bahu? Bahu? Why did you do that?’ But there was no answer. She didn’t dare to open her eyes and see the Bahu’s ash. Suddenly someone touched her fingers, kind and warm, ‘Mom, don’t cry, open your eyes and see me!’

Mother opened her eyes and saw Bahu that smiled to her. Bahu was not the ash; He was healthy and beautiful. She hugged Bahu and kissed his eyes! Then they went out and watched the sky, Sun and, clouds. The Sun smiled at them.’

The story finished. The classroom was quiet, and all children looked at their tiny classmate, who had blue eyes such as sky and golden hair such as the Sun. Bahu was not only a simple story, but it was the history of a nation…

ONE

T he autumn with the gray sky had no more different than many years ago. The revolution and war did not change life in the air. A black line of crows still cawed and returned to their nests in autumn evening. The black and grey clouds vacillated to rain on the countries, cities, and villages or to pass through. Sometimes, a smart wind pushed them, and they such as cars which moved in the massive traffic, clashed and created a horrible sound. The nutty wind walked among boughs’ trees and danced with them, a harmonic and stately dance. The branches which were covered by the red, brown and yellow leaves shook and the leaves fell and separated from the boughs through each beautiful rotation of wind among the branches.

The Eternal land’s people succeeded to break democracy rule which governed many centuries on the land and established a despotic-charismatic rule. The Great Leader and his relatives created new social, economic and political laws in the land. According to their doctrine were all miseries because of democracy and election. They believed that freedom and the election were for animals not humans. The perfect human was an animal who passed the period of freedom and was decided the God’s rules performed by his successors on the earth in his life. The people who were proud of victory of the revolution, elected despotic-charismatic government in a referendum. It was the last election in the land and the beginning of the perfect human era. All newspapers and mass media remembered referendum as a big victory. The theorists of despotic-charismatic government held five or six lectures each night at the T.V, and they described profits of dictatorship with their magic pens in the newspaper and magazines. The people were happy and tried to be the perfect humans not such as their country’s neighbors or anti-revolution who had still remember in the animalism and defended freedom.

Alas! The people could not yet enjoy the sweet taste of revolution’s victory that engaged in war with other democratic lands who cannot bear their dictator neighbor. The first attack of the enemy was six months after the referendum. The Great leader commended to fight with the enemy and sacrifice their lives for revolution. The Great leader believed that the issue of rebellion and defend of the despotic regime is the most important duty for the Eternal nation.

The government mobilized the people to defense Eternal land’s revolution, but it was not easy. There were always treacherous to the country and people. Some of the champions of revolution misused of the war situation and began a bloody battle for power. The religious minorities and ethnics who helped to the victory of the revolution and the establishment of new regime found an opportunity to show their hostility toward the Great Leader and his system.

The Great Leader delivered a brilliant speech and gripped audiences.

‘We crashed font of liberty. We closed parties’ houses and did not let them to publish their corrupt beliefs such as democracy and equality of right in our country, but it was not enough. If we led them to the gallows, they don’t dare to become united with our enemies. Today we open the jails, and we rise gallows for our positions in the whole of Eternal land… I know them as the riots, and they and their children will be our enemies until they prove their loyalty with their blood for the despotic-charismatic government.’ Audiences supported the Great Leader and shouted: ‘It’s correct; it’s correc.’Thus, Eternal land prepared for a civil war and foreign war.

Now the atmosphere of society was military-security. Loyal revolutionary groups formed Resurgence Organization and invited all people to join them. The logo of organization was a red triangle, and its diameters joined to gather by a small ring inside of the triangle. The people, who joined them, had a task to set up a red triangle on the left side of chest as a sign of loyalty to the Great Leader. The Resurgence had tree branches; Political propaganda, Security and military. The first step was to suppress of ethnics and religions minority who thought the Great Leader and his constant flows pulled the wool over all the Eternal land nation. Revolts of Urartu, Mannae, Hyrakan and Arabib ethnics suppressed during one month. Most of them were killed or sentenced to stay for many years in jail. The few of them had a chance to could escape to neighboring countries. The next step was the destruction of the political groups and people who were against the Great Leader. Somebody who did not set up a red triangle on the chest was an opponent. All members of Resurgence organization had the duty to find opponents and introduce them to the security branch. It was a revolutionary function, and it was obligatory for loyal soldiers of the despotic-charismatic regime. If somebody forgot to set up a red triangle, there was no guaranty to see their family again. He was waiting any time to hear: ‘Stop! Hello, I am with you …I will fuck your brain if you move! ’Man had to stand without any question. Sometimes they forced the man to sit in their military car, and they closed his eyes with black tape. If the man asked any question, they answered through beat his face. The man went to uncertain destiny; a way ended to Resurgence security branch …, and they said what his destiny would be. They assigned peoples’ label as he was a part of democratic hypocrites and enemy of the Great Leader. But it was not enough to find an opponent because many of them hid with setting up the holy red triangle. A member of Resurgence was the whole ear and eye of the government, and they found opponents among their families, friends and even neighbors.

Even the lifestyle totally had changed in Eternal land. All names of children should choose from a name’s book which had been issued by the government. If someone could not find his name on the book, he had to go to the register office and changed his name otherwise he was known as an opponent.

Nobody had a right to choose his outside clothes. Men and women wore similar uniforms. Thus, they were identical apparent, but not in the rights and assets. They wore plaid shirts with black and white lines with black trousers. The men’ faces with stubble made different them from women. Man could not see the men with the Porn star, Rock star or Magnum mustache styles. Women had the same cloth, but their face was simple without any make up, and their hair was short or ponytail. These days, the wind cannot touch women’s hair and play with them. The plain and loose shirt with black straight pants did not allow anybody to see pulchritude and the beauty of women. However, some women showed their discontent about wearing the style of women in society, but it was useless; because most of the women were agree with this law and thought that it was a symbol of a perfect human. The important life slogan for both of them was ‘the ideas of the Great Leader is my guides in life.’

The Great Leader with the help of Resurgence organization stabilized itself as sole decision-making authority for the individual and general lifestyles in the Eternal Land. There were no colorful posters of cinema movies or famous actors and singers on walls of cities; instead, all streets lined with a high number of black and white portraits of the Great Leader. The slogan such as death to the hypocrite had added to others. The superstar were not artists, authors, and poets, but they were martyrs or some of the national heroes. For example, it was a mother who betrayed her democrat daughter, and her daughter sentenced to death. The mother was decorated badge of loyalty by the Great Leader.

The bus line between Revolution Avenue and Metro Avenue was located behind the small park’s walls. The long line of people was waiting for the bus. Some of them were leaning against the park’s wall; exactly on the images of two martyrs of war, which painted on the park’s fence. Both are young, between 16 and 20 years old. Indeed they were youth Resurgence organization members. The man who was the shortest than others talked with the loud voice:

‘I knew both these martyrs. They were perfect children. The elder brother loved the Great Leader and his ideas. He was an active member of Resurgence, oh…. a faithful and righteous boy. He was lucky that he became a martyr. Was not he’?

It was not clear he asked from whom this question, but an old woman who has short curly hair looked at images and answered:

‘Their place is heaven; God will destroy enemies of our land.’ Then, she took a long breath and continued: ‘Enemies do not leave us. First, they started a war against leader and government; and then perverted our youth and tried to keep away them from people and revolution.’ After saying these words, she looked at the young girl who was waiting at the bus station as well. Maybe she wanted to be sure the young girl is not one of the misled youth. The girl was around 20 years old. It seemed that she was a little rotund, despite her lose clothes were covering her full body except her round face. Her forehead is high, and her light brown eyes was hiding under a big glass. Only an elongated nose and tint less lips were visible from the whole of her face. Although she had gazed in traffic at the street, she was all ears.

The people who heard the talking of old woman admitted her by moving their heads. Nobody ventured to contradict her or discussed with her. Prudent was more important than fact was the first lesson that tyrannical – charismatic government learned to them.

‘The anti-revolutionary groups are worse than the foreign enemy. They showed themselves along with people, but they were not. They tricked people. Nothing is worse than the betrayal of comrades.’ A hoary old tall, bony man took a puff of his cigarette and said thoughtfully. All passengers admitted him. It seemed that they were just there for ratification of one another.

‘We arrested two members of one of the hypocrite groups around four months ago in our district. One of them was a young girl, a medical student, I knew her many years ago. Her father has a grocery shop in our district, poor her father!’ The short man said. He felt that how others were waiting to hear what happened for the young girl. Before somebody asked this question, he answered: ‘I heard that girl executed, but I don’t know what’s happened to others, they are in jail definitely….he sighed and continued: ‘Their family is ashamed for their anti-revolutionary children. Her father has closed his grocery shop…. Poor man!’ He threw down his head and frowned.

The man’s words disturbed young girl’s mind and felt her cheeks and body burn. ‘Why I have never seen him? Who is he?’ She thought to herself. She looked at man stealthy, but a black two-story bus stopped at the station and caused that man came into line and stood in front of the girl. The girl craned her neck to see the man’s face, but she saw just a physique gross that was covered by the plaid jacket with black and white lines.

The passengers got on the bus one by one. The bus’s chairs became full. The men who had seats gave their seats to women. A strange and questionable custom! That was unknown from where it was coming. Maybe it was a secret achievement of revolution. It was not intelligible why the men did not agree to give their deity place to women but offered their bus seats to them. Even though some people hesitated that this devotion was a mark of respect, or it was a consequence of sexual discrimination thoughts that suppose women are weak and needy, but the Great Leader answered them and knew that enormous respect to women. He believed that all should to accept a woman was weaker than a man. That is a natural law, and nobody can be contrary to this law. That’s why the women were not able to the right decision in economic, political, juridical, and management…

It was quite dark, and rain dropped on the glasses of the bus. The heavy traffic caused that the bus moved slowly. The girl looked at her wristwatch. The time went such as bus slowly. She closed her eyes and thought about the girl that gross man talked about her.

‘That man talked about Maryam, my childhood friend, a homey….’. She said to herself.

The bus stopped. Some people dropped out, and others got on the bus. She opened her eyes and looked at the street. It seemed that her eyes searched for her memories with Maryam in the road. Maryam was one of the best students in the school, happy and sweet girl with a brilliant smile. All said she would become a doctor when they were little girls; four years ago, she went medical university… but no one predicted that she would wore jail cloth before Hippocratic Oath and wearing medical garments.

The bus stopped in Support station, and the girl got off the bus. She got fresh air and walked home. The path between Support station and Mother Street took time ten minutes by walk. Her head was down such as all Eternal Land’s girls and continued her way without looking to around. However, she didn’t need to look around. She knew this path for many years, and she was familiar with its people, shops and fanfare.

The grocery shop of Mr. Honorary located next to one of Resurgence conference hall. She felt that Mr. Honorary was yet sat out of grocery like as all past days and looked at the little girls who grow up day by day. She moved quickly. She didn’t like to think about colorful candies, ice-cream and the girls who shared a cookie and laughed to the world… memories, memories were only strings that will never open even after death. The whole of this street was full of memories, and it was waiting to meet new people with new memories. All streets were such as women who always expect for new babies with fresh eyes, new faces, and new smiles. The memories of little girls were still visible in the darkness. A martyr’s highlight with red and yellow lights caused that she raised her head. She knew him also and hummed the name of martyr to herself: Makna! One boy who grew up in this district and was one of the best friends of her brother. The man with a black shirt and trousers was sitting on an old Russian chair style next to highlight, and his hand played with black rosary beads. His sad eyes looked at the unknown point, and his face was full of pain. The girl strolled and said hello to the old man.

The man raised his head. He had tears in his eyes like pond water. He tried to hide his sorrow with a smile.

‘Hello, my daughter! How are you?’

‘I am fine.’

‘Thank god.’

‘How is your wife? Mom told me that she was not fine.’

The man took a deep breath and straightened his bent stature.

‘Her blood pressure was high, but she is ok now. What are you doing? Your mother told you have taken a job in the school.’

‘Yes. I teach dictatorship ideas and religion.’ The girl answered proudly.

The mocking smile raised his gray mustache and murmured ‘dictatorship ideas and religion?’ and thought ‘these things made us miserable and killed our youth’, but he didn’t say anything. The girl read his mind and grounded her lips and tried to bottle up her anger. ‘All things we have now are from our government and the Great Leader.’

‘You are right. The youths who have killed at a battlefield or executed at the jail are dictatorship blessing. This divine blessing of dictatorship killed my son in the war and the daughter of Honorary family in the jail.’ The man gazed her face perhaps it was not essential for him that one of the members of the Resurgence betrayed him. It was a trivial matter after the death of his son. The girl was silent and thought that he was a heartbroken man that’s why he talked nonsense.

‘How is your brother, Sidr? Do you receive any call or letter from him’? The old man asked

‘Nothing.’ Only this short answer was enough for understanding the condition of the girl. She looked at the Makna black and white photo that installed on the wall. The girl felt that Makna smiled to her such as not far days when they were teenagers. Makna was a close friend of her brother, Sidr. Both went to university together. Both went battlefield together, but one day the dead body of Makna came home alone. After that, the girl became sure that Makna would not come and never knocked at the big door of their home and she would never open the door. Her eyes would never cross with Makna’s shiny eyes. She thought I would never see Makna again, but what about my brother? She still did not know anything about future and coming Sidr to home.

It seemed that the old man knew what was going on her minds. Therefore, he sighed and said ‘Don’t worry my daughter! God is with him. You will hear his voice so soon. Say my hello to your mother.’

The girl moved her head as a sign of thanks and walked to the tight and small impasse. The alley was quite dark. There were only five homes in the alley. The girl’s house located on the left side. Her hand found the keys in the small pocket of the bag and opened the door. The pale-light had lit up the courtyard. A big fig tree with green and broad leaves was the first thing that was observed by eyes. The tree brought down its boughs and offered green figs to everyone. The few steps away from the fig tree was the small round pool. Some fig leaves had fallen in the water and such as professional dancer rotates in water quietly. The small and colorful fish were gathering in the corner of the pool. The moving their mouths were such as a friendly discussion. On the left side of the courtyard located a small toilet and bathroom. On the right, several small stairs led to the kitchen that it seemed such as a black hole in the darkness. The light passed through a seam from a room to the courtyard, although the white and thick curtains were covering the windows.

This old building is a souvenir of grandpa. Grandpa was a traditional architect, and he had constructed most of the building in the Support district. The windows that opened toward the yard, the quadrilateral yard with a small pool and one or several small gardens were the signs of the architecture of grandpa at Support district. The grandpa constructed this house around 35 years back, after the marriage of his only son. The grandchildren were born and grew up in this house, while the grandpa became older and older. Finally, grandpa and his only son died in the same home. A long corridor connected the three rooms to gather. The right side was a big room that its door opened only for the mourning and the party after the death of grandpa. Another large room was in the left side and divided by a door to two parts. One side was the living room, and another was a bedroom. The third room was small, and its door closed from a few months back.

‘Aziz! I am at home.’ The girl entered the living room and said with a gentle tone. The small and old living room was the simple room with a wall with wide niche, LachakToranj carpet and Turkmen cushions that were three sides of the room. The walls were empty of any tableaus of memories, but the niche was keeping all family memories in itself instead. The niche was a bridge between past and now. The black and white pictures of the men who were sitting in the golden frames, old design lights and small pots, talked about the past of the family. Aziz was sitting at room and watched TV. Her black eyes shined for life, despite becoming a cookbook after the death of her husband and her loving hands trembled. Her children used to see her with the white scarf with big purple flowers on her shoulders. Aziz loved the purple color. Nobody knew why Aziz wore that scarf. She only laughed when her children asked about it and said it’s my secret! Besides, Aziz was a skilled pianist before the revolution. After the establishment dictatorship in the Eternal land, she repented and never touched a piano. Aziz looked at the girl’s face. ‘Hi, my darling! Come here! Your cheeks have become red. How was today?’

‘Such as all day.’

Aziz smiled and poured a cup of tea. The ruby and aroma of hot tea brought the girl to ecstasy. She sat next to her mother while her cold hands held the cup of tea. Aziz watched a program on TV. The girl didn’t like to disturb her when she was watching TV. Therefore, The girl watched TV in silence as well. The program was about a martyrdom anniversary. The teenager boys who fought with democrat enemies and sacrificed their lives for the revolution and the Great Leader. The martyr’s mothers talked about their sons, their manner and their faith.

‘My son talked about the Great Leader and his slogans. If we asked him to buy some warm clothes for himself; he answered our brothers are fighting in cold weather and how do you tell me to go and buy warm clothes? …I am proud that I had such a son and I dedicated him to the Great Leader and revolution …’

The phone ringed. The girl felt a tremor in her body for hearing the phone ring. She looked at the mother’s pale face. None of them dared to pick up the phone. Phone continually buzzed.

‘Aziz, did Peony or Lavin call you today?’ The girl asked for anxiety.

Aziz shook her head and said yes! The girl tried to control her anxiety. She picked up the phone

‘Hello!’

The lovely voice like as the hint of a breeze blew in her ear. The sound that she was waiting for a long time to hear it.

‘My little Sovinto! Who has allowed you to pick up the phone?’ The man said.

Sovinto’s lips shook. She put her fingers on lips, but they started to shake as well.

‘Hi, Brother!’ She said with chocked voice.

Aziz got up when she heard the word of the brother. However, she walked with the limp but tried to reach herself to phone soon.

‘Where are you, my son? ‘Aziz jubilated in the room.

‘Not so far Mom! I am near your heart!’

Both women were in tears. Aziz didn’t like to say anything and preferred to hear the voice of her son. It was not crucial for Aziz what Sidr said and how begged her not to allow Sovinto pick up the telephone. Aziz only heard the voice of son not anymore. He was alive, he could talk, and Aziz would hope to meet him again, kiss his head once again; smell his body again and again. Yes, son! The son had one meaning for her. An eternal love! Not more not less.

Sovinto was still standing and listened to the lovely dialog between mother and son. Sometimes, she looked at the Sidr and father’s photos on the niche. His amber color eyes shone like as the sun under tied and narrow eyebrows. The whole of his face was covered by blond stubble. Sidr was more like to father than other children. She touched his photo and sank back in their childhood memories. When they along with Aziz cleaned round pool in the summer morning and filled up the pool with water. When the father bought a bicycle for Sidr and all neighbors’ children were jealous of him. When they made a paper kite and… Aziz finished talking and said goodbye, but the poor old woman still cried and wrapped her tears by a piece of her small scarf. Sovinto hugged her mother.

‘Congratulations Aziz! Your son called you.’

‘You too. Sidr is not only my son; he is your brother as well.’ Aziz answered gladly.

‘When he will come back home?’

‘He said very soon … very soon! Thank God.’

Sovinto felt a hidden sorrow in her heart. She heard this answering so many times, and never Sidr came home very soon.

‘Do you like to drink a cup of tea Aziz?’

‘Yes, please.’

Aziz sat and leaned back in the big red Turkmen cushion. She took long and black rosary. It was a strange behavior that had Eternal land’s people. They used to count beads of rosary when they were happy or sad. Her shaky hand started to count beads of rosary one by one.

‘Aziz! I want to take a shower and then read the holy book. Do you need anything before that?’

‘No, go and do it.’

Sovinto went outside. The moonlight such as a silver ribbon seemed on the water pool. She thought that the old house was not a comfortable place for Aziz. Aziz was not young and commuted to the yard for using washroom and bathroom would be difficult for her day by day.

Sovinto switched light of the bathroom. She took out her clothes and opened the tap. The water was not warm that’s why it hurt her body, but there was no choice. Her whole body trembled from cold and her teeth chattered. It was a religious order from the Great Leader which the virgin girls should take a shower with cold water to avoid lust. The masturbating was an unforgivable sin for perfect human women. She thought she had to talk with Lavin about the house’s problems and maybe he could to convince Aziz to sale house.

Aziz was still watching TV program when Sovinto came back to the living room. ‘The lessons from the new holy book’ was one of the favorite TV shows among the people because of a joker religious teacher performed it. It was ordered to all nation in the Eternal Land to learn and study the new holy book. The new holy book had three parts, and each section talked about different subjects. The first part started with mythology. The second part spoke about the Fazils and how they perceive and interact with a spirit world and channel these intellectual energies into this world. A Fazil can enter supernatural realms and find solutions to problems afflicting the society, and he has to become a leader of communities for creating the perfect humans. Their powers were inherited, and the only boys inherited it. This part notified some signs about that the great leader was a Fazil. The part three stated the signs and symptoms of the perfect humans and their society. It also talked about the role and duty of women, men, and children in the community.

Aziz tried to learn it via TV or Radio program. Sovinto went to the bedroom and took the holy book. However, Sovinto was happy to hear Aziz’s laugh, but it caused to disturb her. She needed a quiet space for reading the holy book. She opened that. ‘Maryam’s history.’

‘Why Maryam is everywhere? Why her memories follow me today? She thought and then asked ‘Aziz? Has Mr. Honoray opened his grocery or no?’

Aziz’s poor eyesight tried to see Sovinto’s face which was hiding in the darkness of the room, but she couldn’t find pale and tremulous Sovinto’s face.

‘Poor Mr. and Mrs. Honoray! Few neighbors and I went to meet them today.’ Aziz said and became quiet. She waited to see how the response of Sovinto was. She expected to hear Sovinto angry voice or saw fiery sparks were fasting in her eyes, but it didn’t happen. Contrariwise, Sovinto was eager to hear more about Honorary family. Aziz did not know why Sovinto always became disturbed when somebody talked about Maryam. It was the first time that she asked about Honorary family after execution of their daughter.

‘Forty days passed from their daughter’s execution. Her poor mother! I met her after more than one month. Poor woman! Her hair has become fully white, like as an 80th years old woman. Mr. Honoray said ever since their daughter died, she has had a screw loose. She talks with Maryam’s photos now.’ Aziz said painfully.

‘Today somebody talked about Honorary family in the bus station.’

‘Who was that?’ Aziz asked surprised.

‘I do not know him. He said that he arrested Honorary’s daughter.’

Aziz became quiet and gazed to TV even her hand didn’t count rosary beads. It was difficult to understand what was in her mind. Did she think about Mrs. Honoray’s afflictions after the death of Mariam or tried to know who arrested Honorary’s child?

‘Aziz? Why are you silent? Do you think about something?’

Aziz’s wrinkled eyelids shake.

‘Mrs. Honorary said that a close friend of Maryam only could betray her.’

‘How did she know?’ Sovinto asked doubtfully.

Instead, to answer, Aziz extended her words. ‘She said that somebody called them from political prison and told them your child would be free around 5:00 pm. Please come to collect her. Moreover, she needs clothes… their daughter had executed when they went to prison with sweets and clothes … Oh, my God; she was young and did not do anything wrong.’ Aziz was worried about Honorary family’s future. Sovinto liked to know more about them, but Aziz sank in thoughts.

‘Did they know which friend to betray Maryam?’

‘I didn’t ask them, and I don’t know. I hope that friend purifies oneself from sin. Their daughter executed though she was not guilty and that is the sin against Lord and earthling.’

‘Aziz! Please leave it. How do you say that she executed without any guilt? She was a member of one of the anti-revolutionary groups. The Great Leader called them hypocrites. Do you know what the mean is?’

‘Yes, it is right, but she was a good girl. She never harmed anybody; she was faithful youth. All neighbors liked her.’ Aziz said discontentedly.

‘Yes! She was faithful youth before she became a member of a hypocrite group. You know Aziz what say the hypocrite groups? Liberty, liberty, liberty. They will live such as wild animals. They want to destroy the Eternal land with freedom and equality, how do you say that she was not guilty?’

‘She lived in our district. You and Maryam grew up and went to school together. You knew them. How do you say that she was guilty and was deserving of death.’ Aziz said with intense voice.

‘So, why was she executed? Be sure Aziz! She did some crimes against people and the revolution. You heard the speech of the Great Leader on TV. We have to secure the Eternal land benefits, but see how hypocrite group abused our society.’

‘She was pure, kind and faithful. Her innocence is obvious to me.’ Aziz said and got up. She didn’t like extend a useless discussion with her young revolutionary daughter. Aziz was not satisfied with revolution and