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The veil
The memory, which I remembered, is related to before the Islamic Revolution.
Even though I remember his brilliant face, on that day, my mother took the cloth, which my grand mother had sent to me, and we went out of the house. We passed by some alleys then rang a doorbell and entered a yard. There were two rooms on both sides. We went to the left room. There was an old sewing machine and a few GHAVAREH cloths. When my measuring ended, I came out the room. It seemed that I was in the mood for playing a prank. The door of the opposite room stayed unclosed. I looked there and saw a man who had worn Aba (a long Arabic robe) and a hat and was reading a book at a small table. There were many books and papers there. I was frightened, but I don’t know why? I think we have been frightened from one who wears ABA and AMAMEH (turban) from our childhood.
I drew myself aside. The man raised his head. I didn’t fear his looks. But with utmost care I came to this room and saw the house. It was wonderful. Its yard was lower than the house. After crossing the stairs, I saw a water store (AB ANBAR) in which a few fish were swimming. I was sunk with looking, suddenly my mother called me. After a few days, my mother took me there with her again. When I sat near the sewing machine and failed to see fish, I went out the room slowly while I thought that my mother wouldn’t realize. The door of the opposite room was still open. I occupied myself by watching the fish, pigeons and the old tree, which was in the middle of the yard. When the door opened I saw that well-built man with his ABA. I greeted him. He answered. He came towards me.
He opened his ABA and said to me: “my daughter, haven’t you a veil to cover your head? It is not good that a stranger sees your hair. I paused a moment and was deeply ashamed at this time, my mother called me. Two days later when my mother asked me to go there, I opposed. But my mother said: “you must be there, because that cloth is yours.”? The cloth was hung on a nail when we entered the room. I became glad. Dressmaker and my mother helped me with my cloth. Although it was loose, I was glad. When we left the room, the dressmaker gave the remaining of the cloth to my mother and said:”? I have tailored a veil for her with your permission.”? “Come here, daughter,”? she said. I came nearer.
It was tailored by a pink cloth and its sweetbriers. I could guess what was happened. I looked for a mirror. There was a square mirror in the corner of the room. I looked at myself. A little face with red cheeks was an image that I never forget. Now, when I go to martyrs’ tomb, I see a butterfly around sweetbriers of Haj Ali Agha Taherian's picture.
Even though I remember his brilliant face, on that day, my mother took the cloth, which my grand mother had sent to me, and we went out of the house. We passed by some alleys then rang a doorbell and entered a yard. There were two rooms on both sides. We went to the left room. There was an old sewing machine and a few GHAVAREH cloths. When my measuring ended, I came out the room. It seemed that I was in the mood for playing a prank. The door of the opposite room stayed unclosed. I looked there and saw a man who had worn Aba (a long Arabic robe) and a hat and was reading a book at a small table. There were many books and papers there. I was frightened, but I don’t know why? I think we have been frightened from one who wears ABA and AMAMEH (turban) from our childhood.
I drew myself aside. The man raised his head. I didn’t fear his looks. But with utmost care I came to this room and saw the house. It was wonderful. Its yard was lower than the house. After crossing the stairs, I saw a water store (AB ANBAR) in which a few fish were swimming. I was sunk with looking, suddenly my mother called me. After a few days, my mother took me there with her again. When I sat near the sewing machine and failed to see fish, I went out the room slowly while I thought that my mother wouldn’t realize. The door of the opposite room was still open. I occupied myself by watching the fish, pigeons and the old tree, which was in the middle of the yard. When the door opened I saw that well-built man with his ABA. I greeted him. He answered. He came towards me.
He opened his ABA and said to me: “my daughter, haven’t you a veil to cover your head? It is not good that a stranger sees your hair. I paused a moment and was deeply ashamed at this time, my mother called me. Two days later when my mother asked me to go there, I opposed. But my mother said: “you must be there, because that cloth is yours.”? The cloth was hung on a nail when we entered the room. I became glad. Dressmaker and my mother helped me with my cloth. Although it was loose, I was glad. When we left the room, the dressmaker gave the remaining of the cloth to my mother and said:”? I have tailored a veil for her with your permission.”? “Come here, daughter,”? she said. I came nearer.
It was tailored by a pink cloth and its sweetbriers. I could guess what was happened. I looked for a mirror. There was a square mirror in the corner of the room. I looked at myself. A little face with red cheeks was an image that I never forget. Now, when I go to martyrs’ tomb, I see a butterfly around sweetbriers of Haj Ali Agha Taherian's picture.
