Outside of the box (An Iranian Story)

[Rasputin]

[Rasputin]

[Rasputin]

"What do you want?"

"I need to speak to the Captain," said Gordia.

"What’s your name? What do you want?"

"My name is Gol-Agha; it’s a private matter," said Gordia, her face turning cold.

A robust voice from inside the office ordered the policeman to let Gol-Agha enter. The policeman moved aside, Gordia entered and approached the Captain’s desk with all her dwindling strength. Dispirited and having nothing to lose, she wanted to tell the Captain how much she was in pain, to make him feel ashamed, to make a point. She gazed deep into the man’s black eyes and smiled like a light bulb had lit up.

"I just wanted to let you know that I’m a girl, Captain Sir," said Gordia, her voice echoing off the bare walls.

Their eyes locked into an intense gaze. A thin and dark-lipped policeman moved closer to his superior and came to his rescue.

"Captain Sir, don’t listen to him. He is one of those hermaphrodites; one of those sickos."

The Captain averted his gaze and muttered something under his breath to his officer, and they both chuckled. Gordia smiled like a magician eyeing a gullible audience and kept insisting that she was really a girl. But the Captain was unmoved. He shook his head, and his face turned impassive.

"Go away, son! May God give you wit!" said the Captain, letting traces of an order seep through into his voice.

A sarcastic smirk worked its way into Gordia’s lips and tugged at their corners. She turned and walked out of the police station into the wonderful stillness of the noon time street. Limping along the sidewalk on cramping legs, she lit a cigarette and took a long, interminable drag on it. Squinting against the glare of the sun, she crossed over the narrow aqueduct and waited for a taxi at the edge of the street.

Gordia was home within half an hour, running from room to room, looking for Sudi. On the second floor, old Naneh appeared in the doorway of her room and restrained the panicked woman in the hall.

"You didn’t come back soon enough," said Naneh, tears welling up in her eyes. "Sudi was screaming her pain out. She begged me to give her my chador. She pulled it over herself and rushed out onto the street, without shoes. I looked out through the window. A white car drew up to a stop in front of her and took her away."

The two women burst into a cry of grief and held on to each other tightly. In a while, Gordia lay on a sofa and Naneh brought her tea. A bitter smile reached Gordia’s lips as she closed her eyes and let her mind be swept into much-needed sleep. They never heard from Sudi again.

[golgol85]

that was a very stimulating story, i needed one to get me thinking.

[indian_blues]

i wish to read more Iranian stories. pls post more.

[golgol85]

there are a whole bunch of them in this section, i love reading stories too

[indian_blues]

there are a whole bunch of them in this section, i love reading stories too

yes im too a avid reader...and i read all of the stories in this section (english ones).

[golgol85]

yes im too a avid reader...and i read all of the stories in this section (english ones).

sorry, i forgot you couldnt read farsi