Where Is God?

By Mohammad Babantaj

This book is about a Baha’is family who is suffering in Iran by Islamic Republic of Iran government where all religions are forbidden to practice except Islam which is official-political religion. Restricted religion people are trying to escape from Iran to save their lives. Ramin and his wife, Irandookht trying to escape from Iran by human trafficker by unofficial borders but got trap and fell in problem to execution. They finally succeeded to mange escape again and save their lives.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 21, 2023
• ISBN: 9781669878469

Mohammad Babantaj

Mohammad Babantaj is a Canadian citizen who lives in Vancouver, Canada. He emigrated from Iran to Canada with his two sons and his wife in 1988. He used to be an Iranian federal police lieutenant for 10 years. He is a human rights activist. He earned a master’s degree in English. He is also the author of 20 other books: “Companionship with God,” “God Therapy,” “The Light of God,” “Blood,” Hidden Clues,” “Meeting with God,” “Satan or God,” “Other Side of Coin,” “Viewpoint,” “At the End of Time,” “Along the Highway of Life,” “Dawn,” “Where is God,” Defeated Muslim Jihad,” “Loving Eyes,” “Parasstoo,” “Outlook,” “Pigeons Fall in Love,” “Words Speak,” and “With Love.”

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CONTENTS

About the Author

CHAPTER 1

Part 1 Roozbeh family’s charity

Part 2 Pilgrimage to Shah Chahragh

Part 3 Ramin and Aida are bullied at school by others

Part 4 Roozbeh’s shop get robbed

Part 5 Roozbeh’s shop gets robbery

Part 6 Roozbeh’s shop gets robbery

CHAPTER 2

Part 7 The pickup truck is being stolen with load

Part 8 Roozbeh getting bad news

Part 9 Roozbeh complains to the police

Part 10 Thieves clash

Part 11 The chase

Part 12 Encountering the two burglary partners

Part 13 Roozbeh Irandoost gets surprised

CHAPTER 3

Part 14 Ramin’s historic dream

Part 15 Roozbeh’s home on fire

Part 16 Police investigate Irandoost’s home fire

Part 17 Immediate donations from the Emperor Farah Pahlavi’s Foundation to the Roozbeh’s family

Part 18 Divorce and remarriage of Kookab Khanum

Part 19 Kookab gets remarry with Sheikh Ahmed

CHAPTER 4

Part 20 Roozbeh builds houses for the poor Muslims

Part 21 The King and Queen of Iran visit Mazandaran Province in North of Iran

Part 22 Sign up for home at Angels Houses

Part 23 Earthquake in Birjan city, Kohgolieh province

Part 24 Earthquake in Birjan city, Kohgolieh province

Part 25 Ramin in the earthquake zone

Part 26 Ramin returns to Shiraz

CHAPTER 5

Part 27 Ramin enters Pilot University

Part 28 Ramin’s acquaintance with Miss. Lieutenant Irandookht

Part 29 Yalda Night Party

Part 30 Ramin’s mission to America

Part 31 Returning back from Mission

Part 32 Marriage of Ramin and Irandookht

Part 33 Ramin’s mission to the Israeli-Lebanese war

CHAPTER 6

Part 34 The beginning of the fifth world war and the fall of the Iranian empire

Part 35 Plan to kidnap King of Iran

Part 36 The King of Iran is kidnapped

Part 37 Wandering kidnappers in the sky

Part 38 Attack of the Allied Army on Iran

CHAPTER 7

Part 39 Air attacks

Part 40 Major Ramin’s mission in the war

Part 41 Ramin’s eyes lit up on their second daughter, Shabnam

Part 42 The Allied war with Iran is intensifying

Part 43 Iranian air strikes on enemy positions

CHAPTER 8

Part 44 The bad news of arresting Col. Ramin’s father

Part 45 Ramin meets his father

Part 46 A heartbreaking scene with Roozbeh

Part 47 Ramin and Irandookht return to Ahwaz

Part 48 Coup of Allied Forces in Iran

CHAPTER 9

Part 49 Victims of coup

Part 50 The enemy celebrates the victory

Part 51 Irandookht’s arrest

Part 52 Irandookht, sentenced to death

Part 53 The last visiting of Irandookht and Ramin before execution

CHAPTER 10

Part 54 Ramin and Irandookht escape from Iran

Part 55 Another headache for Ramin and Irandookht

Part 56 Ramin and Irandookht got caught

Part 57 Repeated attempt and re-encountering with agents

Part 58 Ramin’s decision to flee Iran again

Part 59 Ramin fights with death

Part 60 Continuation of Ramin’s war with death for life

Part 61 Continuation of Ramin’s war with death for life

CHAPTER 11

Part 62 Ramin’s case has been accepted as a refugee

Part 63 Ramin looking for work in Ankara

Part 64 UN Interview

Part 65 To escape Behareh and Shabnam from Iran

Part 66 Irandookht jions family

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Mohammad Babantaj is a Canadian citizen who lives in Vancouver, Canada. He emigrated from Iran to Canada with his two sons and his wife in 1988.

He used to be an Iranian federal police lieutenant for 10 years. He is a human rights activist. He earned a master’s degree in English. He is also the author of 20 other books: Companionship with God, God Therapy, The Light of God, Blood, Hidden Clues, Meeting with God, Satan or God, Other Sayyide of Coin, Viewpoint, At the End of Time, Along the Highway of Life, Dawn, Defeated Muslim Jihad, Loving Eyes, Parasstoo, Outlook, Pigeons Fall in Love, Words Speak, and With Love.

Your resignation from someone who loves you is a sign of misery. And the tendency to home not pay attention to you is a diagram of humiliation.

Whoever loves himself, is commemorated, desires and passions are humiliated.

Everyone’s abilities and disabilities are plotted after the submission of his deeds to the Almighty God.

People are hostile to whatever and whoever they do not know.

For your life and living, no city and no land is superior to any other city and land. The best city and land is where that endures your good and bad.

Do not feel sorry for what you have lost. And do not rejoice over all that happens to you because you are not aware of their inners. And whoever does not grieve over the past, and does turn to all with all joy, he or she has received piety from both Sides.

The superior human is not in control of others, but is decision maker. No need consult of others and also no need to choose others. And he himself follows the path of his life and goal. And he himself is confident and self-control. Exactly all those who succeed in their lives and their goals are from this group. All the Great people are from this group, like all kings and emperors are from the same group.

CHAPTER 1

PART 1

Roozbeh family’s charity

Here is, south of Iran, city of poetry, city of great poet, Khajeh Hafez Shirazi, city of Shiraz. The people of this city and interior tourists come together in Hafeziyah, the holy shrine of Hafez, on Thursdays and Fridays nights and sing at the grave of their great poet, Hafez. And also gather at the holy shrine of Shah Chahragh, the dear brother of Imam Reza and the son of the glorious Imam, the seventh Imam, Imam Musa ibn Ja’far, and come to the pilgrimage.

Shiraz is a city of elders and poetry and elite city where the local citizens are Shiite Muslims and communicate with each other in prose poetry.

On the South zone of the city, on Hemmat Street, is a Baha’i family living who is Mr. Roozbeh Irandoost with his wife, Maher. Roozbeh and Maher have two children one boy and one girl, Ramin and Aida.

No any persecution of this family does even reach to any persons of this neighbourhood. This family strives to help their neighbors and the people of their city.

Mr. Roozbeh owns a business which is a home appliance store on Hafez Street that provides for the family’s living expenses.

The month of Muharram arrives. According to the usual and yearly routine of Imam Hussein’s mourning, Mr. Roozbeh Irandoost prepares for charity and gives out food from their local mosque to Imam Hussein’s mourners.

Mourners of Imam Hussein go to local mosque for having food and drink after mourning.

Roozbeh tells his wife, Maher: Then day after tomorrow is Tasoha of Imam Hussein. We have to increase the amount of food in Tasoha and Ashura for the mosque, because every year the numbers of mourners of Imam Hussein are increasing.

Maher in reply, tells her husband: What a benefit! It is no use. Most of people do not eat our food because we are Baha’i.

Well, okay, says Roozbeh. Not all these people ask who owns the food and what religion they follow? People are hungry and eat food and have nothing to do with these things. Food belongs to Imam Hussein. It doesn’t matter who is doing this charity, whether it’s Baha’i or Sunni or Armenian or Jewish. Food when goes to the mosque, then belongs to Imam Hussein. And then, food is God’s blessing. And we should be thankful for God’s blessings.

Very well, says Maher. So tomorrow morning before going to the shop, go to the Masjid - Mosque, and take a list of shopping from the mullah that how many sacs of rice and how many sheep and how much raisins and anything else we need like saffron, spices and vegetables. And after buying this entire list then handle to mosque, the mullah.

On the morning before heading to the shop, Roozbeh goes straight to the local mosque and tells the chef to prepare meal for two days to feed Imam Hussein’s mourners and asks for a shopping list.

The chef of mosque, Haj Agha Sharafi, a strong believer in God, knows that Mr. Roozbeh Irandoost is Baha’i, but he doesn’t care about these things and is not a fanatic and a brain washed person. He is a faithful and open-minded man, concerns all human beings in a scale and is equal. It doesn’t matter who is who. Who is Muslim and who is Jewish and who is Armenian. Or who is Baha’i and or Sunni and or Buddhist. The chef, Mr. Sharafi, gives Mr. Irandoost a full list of shpping of groceries for five thousand people in one day, ten thousand in all, and tells him: Dear Mr. Irandoost, please do not inform to Hajj Aqa, Ayatollah Makarin Namazi, Mojtahed and the Forerunner of the Mosque. He does not let people come to you as a foodie of Tasoha and Ashura if he knows you as Beha’i. You know better when he realizes that the food charity is from a Baha’i person, urgently issues a fatwa and orders that the food is forbidden and impure and that no one has the right to eat. And then he orders all the food to be dumped in the trash.

Roozbeh says: I will. My mouth is zipped. I myself do not like anyone other than myself and my wife and you and God that to know I feed to the mosque.

Roozbeh, after getting the list of necessary supplies, goes to the grocery store of Mashd Jafar and gives the list of spices, beans, saffron and raisins … to Mashd Jafar and asks him to bring them to the mosque cook today. He then pays his bills and then goes out of town, to the cattle and sheep market. He asks the shepherd, or the owner to buy the sheep he needs and gives him the cost and extra money for delivery and asks him to deliver to the mosque chef after slaughtering.

He also goes to Haj Rahmat’s rice shop and orders a few sacs of rice and orders Haj Agha to deliver them immediately to the mosque’s cook.

Roozbeh, after getting all the food items that he needed, he then went to his own shop.

Mr. Irandoost, at his shop, orders his apprentice or worker to make a few pitchers of syrups and lemonade and put outside the shop on Sayyidewalk on the table with disposable cups for Imam Hussein’s mourners to drink while the crowd passing the street.

The mourning crowd starts on the first day of the month of Muharram every year. And every day on Hafez Street, they pass by the shop of Roozbeh. Mr. Roozbeh Irandoost, when he sees a crowd coming from afar, comes out of his shop and starts syruping people, men and women. Mr. Roozbeh Irandoost, although a Baha’i, closes his shop one day before Tasoha, in honor of Imam Hussein and his family, till one day after Ashura. He closes his shop for four days every year at this time.

Aida, a nine-year-old daughter of Roozbeh and Maher, a fourth grade elementary school girl, plays with her friends in the school yard, in the break time. She tells to her friend and classmate, Malihah:

What do you do tomorrow and after tomorrow, which is Tasoha and Ashura of Imam Hussein? Are you going to watch the crowd of mourners?

Malihah says: I will go with my dad and mom and broter to watch the crowd of self-machete cutters of Iman Hussein’s mourners on both Tasoha and Ashura every year.

Aida says: What’s it? Is any different with the other cutie? Is it any different to chaining and busting?

Malihah says: My mom says, it has more blessing than self chaining and slapping. And self - chaining having even more blessing than chest slapping. My mother says, in the Quran sessions that we go to mosque, Haj Sheikh Ahmad Javadi, the Quran teacher says at the top of the pulpit, if anyone be tearful and shed blood for Imam Hussein, will be as if the blessed body of Imam Hussein was injured and bloodied. And in paradise, they will be with Imam Hussein and his family, and having dinner at the same table and in the same bowl. And because of that, my mom says that if we go to a cutie, we go to heaven sooner than anyone else.

Aida says: I’ve never watched self - macheting. I don’t know what it is.

Malihah says: Self cutting with machete is like self - chaining, but instead of chains, they use knives or machetes that are a kind of war knife and used in war, like swords. In essence, the knife is a small sword, and Imam Hussein’s mourners come together to form a bunch of knives and start slamming their heads on the sharp edge of the knife. And they scold them so much that they go away. All their heads and faces and their clothes are all blood.

Aida says: Well then they die?

Malihah says: No. They are taken to their home urgently and treated.

She goes on to say: Every year, my mom takes a piece of mourners bloody clothing and get blesses with it, and puts another piece under her pillow for not coming jens in her asleep. And sleeping with Imam Hussein’s mourning blood is very relaxing and all sins are forgiven by God. If you like, you can come with us to Tasoha tomorrow. Even you can come to Ashura day after as well.

Aida says: I don’t know. I have to get permission from my mom. Not scary that?

Malihah says no. Why that’s being scary, that’s oblation. God takes us to heaven.

Aida says: We will donate food at the mosque tomorrow and after tomorrow, for Tasoha and Ashura to mourners. Maybe I go with my mom and dad to watch the mourner bands.

Malihah says: Ahhhh … So you’re so rich that you feed thousands of people in the mosque for two days. Your dad must be very wealthy. God bless your family.

Ayda says: My father and my mother love Imam Hussein and they say that Imam Hussein is the grandson of the Prophet Mohammad and he should be respected.

Malihah says: The bell is ringing. The break time is over. We have to back to class.

When Malihah gets home from school, she immediately tells her mom: Mom! Mom! My friend, Aida wants to come with us tomorrow to watch the self-cuting of the mourners. I told her that it is very good and having oblation.

Her mother, Soghra, says: They are infidels. They do not believe in these things. They are Baha’i. They are unclean. Their hands are all unclean and eating with them is forbidden. You must not get friendship with her and better not invite her to Imam Hussein’s mourning in self-cutting band at Tasoha and Ashora. Malihah tells her mother: Mom! Aida is a good girl. Very kind and always helps me at school. She helps all the kids at school.

Her mother says:

Our mujahideens and supreme Ayatollahs Makarin Namazi and Haji Sheikh Ahmad Javadi, say that Baha’is are infidels and impure. If their clothes match ours, we have to wash our clothes seven times in deaf water to clean them.

Malihahah says: So Mom, why do these Baha’is who are infidels, are so kind and helpful to everyone and feed Imam Hussein’s mourners in Tasoha and Ashura to Mosque?

Her mother says: They never do that. Our mujtahid, Ayatollah Namazi, says Baha’is is also same as dogs and pigs and mice unclean. And their food, their clothes, their places are all unclean.

Malihah tells her mother: Mom! If they are impure, then why do Aida’s parents feed the people of Imam Hussein’s mourners, the days of Tasoha and Ashura on tomorrow and after tomorrow?

Her mother says: No. They never do that. They are disbelieved and go to hell.

Maliheh says: Mom! We go to Heaven off course, isn’t! And they go to hell because they sare not disbelieved in God.

Then her mother says to her daughter: When and from whom did you hear that her parents feed the mosque tomorrow, Tasoha and Ashura?

Malihah says: My friend, Aida herself told me in the schoolyard today that her dad and her mom feed the mosque.

The sound of drums and trumpets and the sound of mourning of Imam Hussein’s mourners in the streets, come through the speakers. Malihah’s mother grabs her scarf and pulls it to her eyes and wipes her tears and begins to cry as she hears the sound of the speaker.

Malihah asks her mother: Why are you crying mother? Are you crying for Aida’s family?

Her mother says: They are not worth even as much as a dog that I cry for them. I cry for Imam Hussein. At the top of the pulpit, Hajj Sheikh Ahmad Javadi says that anyone who drops a tear for Imam Hussein, God will open seventy doors to Paradise for them. And seventy palaces in paradise, God gives to everyone who shed tear for Imam Hussein.

Malihah tells her mother: Mom! Can you donate one of seventy mansions that God gives you in Paradise to Aida’s family?

Her mother says: They are not allowed to go to paradise. God forbidden Baha’is to enter heaven but they go to hell.

Tomorrow morning is Tashoah, the day that Imam Hussein got killed in the Islamic war with Yazeed in about one thousand and five hundred years ago. The city of Shiraz is a patchwork of grief. People hit their heads and chests and fall to the ground. Some make themselves muddy with mud. Women rub mud on their chadors over their heads. Everyone is crying and crying as blood. The city is a hell of a mess. It looks like the city of Prophet Lut. The people of the city are the people of Lut, whom God rains down stone from sky.

The whining and cries of women and children, along with the chanting and chaining of men, come from loudspeakers as if asking their God for paradise. It is as if they are about to gain paradise, under the torture and divine fire of God, they are suffering divine punishment, and the city of Shiraz, like Lut city, is devouring its people and The women on the Sayyidewalks watching the crowd who are self-beating by chains. Soghri Khan, Malihah’s mother, notices her friend, Kookab Khanoom, who also came to watch the self-beating crowd and calls her to join them.

Kookab Khanoom tells Soghra Khanoom:

Soghri Joon, I wish Imam Hussein devotion to you. I brought some plastic bags and containers with me from my home to take Imam Hussein’s blessed food to home. The food of Imam Hussein is the healer. It’s okay to eat as medicin. Then she goes on to say, my little Soghra Joon, we eat less at home every year in Muharram months. Instead we eat food from the mosque. This is Imam Hussein’s food and heals all the body pains. If you are also interested to take some food, I can give you one or two plastic bags which I have extra and you have Imam Hussein’s food to take home.

Soghra says: Kookab Joon, I do not eat mosque food. The food of the mosque today and tomorrow is from our neighbor, the infidel Bahá’ís, Roozbeh Irandoost. Their food is unclean.

Cookab says: You mean is the Baha’i who owns a home appliance store on Hafez Street? He’s feeding the mosque in Tasoha and Ashura? They are unclean. I go to Haj Sheikh Ahmad Javadi and tell him about the topic of lunch today, from a Baha’i family. If I don’t say and don’t rereal, it would be a bigger sin. Imam Hussein then will ask me why I did not tell Mojtahed and our Sheikh when I knew. And then I close my way to heaven and open the way to hell for myself.

Kookab says good bye to Soghri and goes to Hajj Sheikh Ahmad Javadi in that busy city and among the mourners people of Shiraz, she find, and quickly bring to his consciousness the sin of eating unclean food before the mourners and the people of the city start eating.

Kookab Khanum, the wife of Mashed Nematollah, slyly turns to the cleric, Haj Sheikh Ahmad Javadi, among all the black- dressed mourners from crowd to crowd searching for Sheikh Ahamad and finally she finds him in front of Sayyid al-Shohada crowd, who, with her right hand, slowly hits to his chest. He hits his chest so that his palm doesn’t hit his chest. Kookab introduces herself to Hajj Agha and says:

Haji Javadi! Haji Javadi! I want to tell you something very important. Where can I tell you this?

Haj Agha Javadi, who also knows Kookab Khanoom who is one of his loyal religion students of his Quranic reading sessions, says: What happened? Why are you so upset?

Kookab breathes out as she spits like a donkey’s mule, saying: Haj Agha Javadi! Do you know the food is from whom today and tomorrow?

Haj Agha clings to her hand and clasps to himself while dabbing the lady in his arms, under the pretext that she is not crushed under the mourners’ feet aying to her: Be careful that the hands of the young mourners not hitting you and come closer to me. And then he says in her question: Oh my God! I don’t know who is feeding mourners in Tasoha and Ashura this year. But whoever feeding, will be with Imam Hussein in the heaven.

The lady Kookab under the pretext that not getting crushed under the feet and legs of women and men, attaches herself to Hajj Agha and sometimes in front of him, and Hajj Agha in behind her, as they feel each other and understand each other’s warmth and understand each other’s body kind of verbal sextual in public, tells Haj Agha: The food today and tomorrow is from an unbelieving and impure Baha’i. Then she turns back her head to the form of Hajj, face to face as the distance between the two faces is less than half a quarter meter and says: Don’t you know?

Haj Agha, who had just tasted the warmth of her body and his mouth, was full of watery, said as wondered: How do you know. Which Baha’i? No … no … no … their food is impure and forbidden. Are you sure of this?

The lady, who was just same as Haj Agha, was feeling the warmth of Hajj Agha’s body and was pouring moth water from her lips and under the pretext of tightening herself to him due to the crowd, says: I do not lying you my master. The same Baha’i who has home appliances store on Hafez Street and his name is Mr. Roozbeh Irandoost. He’s feeding the mourners both today and tomorrow. His food is poor and unclean, isn’t it!

Hearing this astonishing news, Hajj Agha says to Ms. Kookab: Miss Kookab, I have to go and immediately find our Mojtahed, Ayatollah Makarin Namazy, to inform him before the end of mourning and start eating. God willing and farewell to Imam Hussein and insha’Allah after Ashura, we see each other in mosque.

Haj Agha Sheikh Ahmad Javadi goes to find Ayatollah Makarin Namazy. He found him in front of a self- beating crowd, along with another group of mullahs.

He urges himself to him and tells him that today’s and tomorrow’s food is from the impious Baha’i. The man in our city who is infidel and is not believer, the same man who has the home appliance store on Hafez Street, and his name is Roozbeh Irandoost. Their food is unclean and is forbidden!

The Mojtahed, Ayatollah Makarin Namazi, brings his speed to the mosque and calls the mosque’s cook. But the eating began. The crowds of self-cutting came to the mosque first for lunch. Mr. Sharafi, the mosque’s cook, goes to Ayatollah Namazi and says yes my master. I’m here to serve you.

Ayatollah Namazi says: Who is feeding today and tomorrow?

Mr. Sharafi says: The food when come to mosque, belong to Imam Hussein. It doesn’t matter who is feeding and who is eating. When the food came to the mosque, it was owned by Imam Hussein.

Ayatollah Makarine, as if returning from the battlefield of Karbala and bleeding his eyes and shouting at the chef, as if trying to wrestle with Shamr, thunder and thunder! Don’t tell me hadith and verse. I said the food is from whom?

Mr. Sharafi, who feels the situation as a snake in the mouth of a scorpion and sees Ayatollah’s face as red as the blood of Imam Hussein, due to angrily, feels that Ayatollah is going to cut his head out of his body and put on top of a spear and shows on the whole city, and now his whole body shakes like an earthquake and his mouth is frightened.

Ayatollah Namazi raised his scream on his head and said: Is today’s and tomorrow’s food from the Baha’i who owns a home appliance shop on Hafez Street?

Mr. Sharafi, the chef whos head had been down and was looking at his pants to see if he was wet or not, said: Yes, yes … yes, yes, sir.

The Mojtahed, Ayatollah Namazi, again like Shamar Zuljushin and the wounded tiger kicks a scream and hits the chef’s chest and throws him in front of his path on the floor and his poor nose hits the ground. Ayatollah Makarin Namazi, yells at the cook to keep the crowd mourners away from eating. Food is impure and forbidden.

He then immediately orders all the prepared meals today and tomorrow to be dumpped to the municipal waste bins until after Ashura to be taken away.

And then while some are throwing out all the food into the garbage containers, Ayatollah Namazi goes behind the speaker and announces as: Dear Imam Hussein’s mourners and people of Shiraz City, according to a statement that has just been filed, today’s and tomorrow’s food is from an impure Baha’i, an infidel, and anti-religion and anti-Imam Hussein. According to the sacred law of Islam and the fatwas of the supreme scholars, their food is unclean, and is same as rat droppings, dog poo poo, and as a pig. I call on all the mourners of Imam Hussein to go home and eat their own lunch at their home. And then he goes on to say: I want those who started eating to repent immediately and wash their hands and mouths. And when they got home, must take bath.

So, for two days in Tasoha and Ashura, the Shirazis mourners are without mosque food.

PART 2

Pilgrimage to Shah Chahragh

The first ten days of the month of Muharram have passed. The Ashorah and Tassoah of Imam Hussein and the mourning of his seventy companions also passed. Everything went back to their normal course. The recitation of Quran recitation of Hajj Agha Sheikh al-Islam, Ahmad Javadi was also resumed. In the morning, the mosque has rudzah, and in the afternoon the Qur’anic sessions and interpretation of Ayatollah Makarin Namazi’s book of sharia and prayers on the obligatory prayers of Islam are resumed.

Hajj Sheikh Ahmad Javadi’s endorsements and meeting and sharia classes are purely feminine. One of his regular clients is the same lady, Mashed Nematollah’s wife, Kookab Khanoom.

It’s Friday night. Shirazian people go to the shrine of Shah Chahragh for pilgrimage. And some go to cemeteries to read the requiem for dead people. And some men who have some Sufi temperament go to Hafezieh on the tomb of Khajeh Hafez Shirazi, to smoke hookahs in tea house under the pretext of reading Hafez’s poetry, and at the end of day, way to home, their faces are like smoked fish such as coal miners.

Soghri Khanum, mother of Malihah, goes to the door of Kulthum Koolthum’s house, Haj Ismail’s wife, says: I am going to the shrine of Imam Shah Chahragh, are you wishing to come with me and go together? This is Friday night, and the pilgrimage is so bussy and the oblation tonight will be as much as visiting to Imam himself.

Koolthum Khatoon says: Why not. Wait for me, I’ll come too. Let me dress my chador then came back to you. By the way, don’t you come up to have a cup of tea?

Soghri says: No, not today. Let’s go to the courtyard of Imam early before get occupied by other pilgrims.

Koolthum Khatoon and Soghri enter the shrine of Shah Chahragh sand start to pilgrimage asnd tawaf around the shrine and kiss it left and right Sides of it.

Soghri who is tawafing the shrine shoulder to shoulder with Koolthum, while lays kisses on the shrine grille says to Koolthum: I do not know why the shrine grille is so wet?

Koolthum says: It is enough that these villaginan women are farmers and their mouths are watery, when they kiss the grille, as if they are eating shish kebabs. They should be in field to graze their sheep.

Soghra says: Yeah! It is not known if they have a thousand diseases.

Koolthum says: Rinse with a handkerchief the grille of shrine and then kiss it. How do you know that many of these women have AIDS? It is best to wipe it with a napkin and then kiss.

The pilgrimage, which was the first stage of the program, was completed. Soghri Khanum and Koolthum go to the other part of the shrine for prayer.

Ms. Soghri says: I think you have your clarity. Koolthum says: I had my clarity, but it is expired by farting. We had beans for lunch and because of diet, my stomach got full of gas and due to getting pushed by pilgrims, my clarity expired by farting. So I have to go to the washroom again to get my clarity. Then she says to Soghra that if she has her clarity?

Soghra says: As the matter of fact, I also had my clarity from my home and by the chance I could keep it until at the enterence of the shrine but by no control, I passed