One early morning when a guard took Farshid with him, Van lost the only gleam of hope he had. In his disturbed mind, he wished Farshid had left the steel piece for him; but very soon, he realized that Farshid could not had possibly known about this incident. Being worried for Farshid, he knew taking prisoner from their cells meant disaster, a never return. That thought brought him a bitter reality; when would be his turn? However things had a strange twist this time! Farshid was brought back to his cell in the afternoon. After the disappearance of the guard, Van did not wait for Farshid's brandish.
"Where did they take you? I thought I never see you gain." He whispered.
Farshid looked carefully around with his piece and then said:
"All these times that I told them I was innocent, they did not want to believe me. Today they told me that I was innocent and after some paper work, they're going to free me." He was overwhelmed by rapture.
Van thought for a minute and then said:
"Do you believe them?"
"Yes, I do. I am innocent. I haven't done anything."
What were they telling you all day?" Van asked.
"Many things; but bottom line is that I'm not supposed to tell a word about here to anyone even my family when I am released."
"And If you do!?"
"Well, you know how ruthless Savak is. Then they will arrest me for good and that is going to be the end of me."
"Does it mean that you must forget these year and half, as it never happened?"
"Yes, pretty much!"
"How can you?"
"I don't know. I must if I want to live."
"When?"
"I don't know the exact day, but soon."
That night in bed, Van wished it was him that leaving that hell not Farshid; nonetheless, soon he hated his own evil heart. Farshid Had been truly a bystander on that dooms day, but he was taking classes about the corruption of government and they were teaching them the Marxism. He could not find any guilt about that, but unfortunately they lived in a police state. Pondering in bed, a plan began shaping in his mind and he could not wait till morning to tell Farshid about it. Excited by his plan, he forgot the cautiousness and called Farshid, who was also awake.
"If I write a letter to my mother, will you take it out for me?"
The thought of that act was so impossible that Farshid shivered.
"Are you out of your mind? If they find it, I'm dead."
Van, who already knew the answer, fell silent and they did not talk the rest of that night.
On the other side of the wall, Farshid felt Van's pain. Pondering all night, he decided to take the risk. When he came to that conclusion that he would take Van's letter out, he immediately started a plan in his mind. When the light of the morning brightened the hallway and their cells to a smaller extent, he looked outside with his steel piece to make sure no guards were around. Then he called Van.
"Are you awake?"
Van, who had not slept at all, felt a sad world of nonentity. He was empty of courage for survival. He was giving in to so called destiny, his doomed destiny. Repeated Farshid's call made him to answer reluctantly:
"What, what is it?"
"I have a plan about your letter!"
"Forget it. That was a stupid request."
"No, I want to do it. We need a pen or pencil."
"We don't have paper."
"Those toilet paper are tougher than paper.
"Where will get a pen?"
"I get it today. They are going to pick me up today to sign some papers. I steal one."
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To Be Continued
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