UnfulFILLED- Nineteen- ☄☄☄☄ The Birth

...something so wrong with all of this!"

Ariana was almost pleased with her friend's lecture. She needed to hear that some else besides her noticed the wrong doing, the deceit, the lies, the corruption , and ... had gone to all these since nineteen years ago when he was born in MEHR HOSPITAL. She had a hard time to condemn her parents too much, yet she knew that the things they told her a few days ago could not be true. How a woman with that much feeling, with poetry that made you feel how she felt, naming her first book "ARIANA" that now made sense to her, to be phony. Yes, Roya was right. she had to wait. She had to hear her side.

Ariana, and Roya, were two bodies in one. They had been friends since childhood. They had gone to the same school. They were, but a few months, the same age, even though at this point Ariana was not sure of her exact date of birth; they had gone through the magic of childhood together; and then through selfishness and passion of teenage years. One had fallen in love and off love because of the other had done so. Their families were good friends because of their children not the other way around. Now in a few days they were smuggling out of country with the blessing of their parents together. What attracted one, captivated the other. They always sympathized and empathized for each other but sometimes in a tasteless harmony of manner and a common craving of credence and culmination; after all they were still young, yet mature for their age, and yet again immature compare to older people!

Ariana was thankful that she was with Roya, that she was waiting in her friend's room. Both friends were smuggling. They knew it was the right thing. Their parents told them that it was the right thing. No one with he sound mind wanted to raise their children, even though they were not children anymore, in this chaos and anarchy . They have no chance of going to college, no chance of finding a job, no... They knew this new regime would take away just a little freedom they had. They both knew that in their race, there were some breeds that should leave, should stagger to a different place. Ariana said:

"You know, our little ugly type, weak and stupid, dressed dirty, unshaven, violent, and ready for fight, they all are evils. In fact I call them devil worshipers; they practice it by putting us down, putting someone like my mom down. They think they're clean and holy, but no, no, they're dirty. They think they're fair, but no, no, they're cruel, they're extremely cruel." She paused for a moment and began again:

"Did you see today's paper, not only here in Tehran, everywhere in country, did you see the bodies, the blood, the wounded, the lost children, the dead children? Why are they destroying? What is with burning tires, cars, building? What is the end result of all this? What surprise me more than anything is the women, who are right there and scream for Imam Khomeini. I guess that is their way of ventilating years and years of put down, of oppression, by their men, their fathers, brothers, husbands..."

There was a strange smile on Ariana's face when she said these things to her friend. Roya saw that Ariana's smile shone and reflected a deadly light into her soul. She thought that between the two of them, she had the better bargain!

To Be Continued