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‫ﻣﻘﺪﻡ ﺑﻰﺻﺪﺍ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬وﻗﺘﻰ ﺣﺮﻑ ﻣﻰﺯﺩ‪ ،‬ﺻﺪﺍﺵ ﺑﻪ ﯾﮏ ﻣﺮﺩ ﺑﻰﺣﻨﺠﺮﻩ ﻣﻰﻣﺎﻧﺴﺖ‪ .‬ﺑﻪ ﺳﻔﺮ ﮐﻪ ﺭﻓﺖ‪ ،‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﭘﺸﺖ‬ ‫ﺳﺮﺵ ﺁﺏ ﭘﺎﺷﯿﺪ‪ .‬ﯾﺎﺩﻡ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺳﻪ ﺭوﺯ و ﺳﻪ ﺷﺐ وﻥ ﯾﮑﺎﺩ ﻣﻰ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪ‪ .‬ﺍﯾﻨﻬﺎ ﻫﻤﻪ ﭘﯿﺶ ﺍﺯ ﺷﺐ ﭼﻬﺎﺭﺩﻫﻢ ﺍﺗﻔﺎﻕ‬ ‫ﺍﻓﺘﺎﺩ‪ .‬ﺷﺐ ﭼﻬﺎﺭﺩﻫﻢ ﻫﺮ ﻣﺎﻩ ﺍﺯ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﺯوﺯﻩی ﮔﺮگ ﻣﻰﺁﻣﺪ‪ .‬ﻣﻦ ﻋﺎﺩﺕ ﮐﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﻧﻤﻰﺷﻨﯿﺪﻡ‪ .‬ﺍﻣﺎ ﻗﺼﻪﺍﺵ ﺳﯿﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺳﯿﻨﻪ ﻧﻘﻞ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﮔﻔﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ ﭼﻬﺎﺭﺩﻫﻢ ﻫﺮ ﻣﺎﻩ‪ ،‬وﻗﺘﻰ ﻣﺎﻩ ﺑﺪﺭ ﮐﺎﻣﻞ ﻣﻰﺷﻮﺩ‪ ،‬ﺻﺪﺍى ﺯوﺯﻩی ﮔﺮگ ﺍﺯ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﻣﻰﺁﯾﺪ‪ .‬ﺑﻌﺪ ﻣﻤﮑﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺯﻧﻰ ﺍﺯ ﺯﻥ ﻫﺎ ﺑﻰﺗﺎﺏ ﺷﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﻤﮑﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺍﺯ ﺑﻰﺗﺎﺑﻰ ﺣﺘﻰ ﺳﺮ ﺑﻪ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ‬ ‫ﺍﯾﻨﻄﻮﺭ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬وﻗﺘﻰ ﻣﺎﻩ ﺑﺪﺭ ﺑﻮﺩ و ﮔﺮگ ﺯوﺯﻩ ﻣﻰﮐﺸﯿﺪ‪ ،‬ﺍﺯ ﺑﻰﺗﺎﺑﻰ ﭘﻮﺳﺖ ﺍو ﻣﻠﺘﻬﺐ ﻣﻰﺷﺪ‪.‬ﻣﻘﺪﻡ ﻫﻨﻮﺯ ﺩﺭ ﺳﻔﺮ‬ ‫ﺑﻮﺩ ﮐﻪ ﺁﻥ ﺷﺐ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﺍﺯ ﭼﺸﻤﻬﺎﻡ ﭘﺮﯾﺪ‪ .‬ﺻﺪﺍى ﺯوﺯﻩی ﮔﺮگ ﻣﻰﺁﻣﺪ‪ .‬ﺭﻓﺘﻢ ﭘﺸﺖ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭ‪ ،‬ﺍﺯ ﺁﻧﺠﺎ ﺳﺮک‬ ‫ﮐﺸﯿﺪﻡ‪ .‬ﺩﯾﺪﻡ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺩﺭ ﭘﻨﺎﻩ ﯾﮏ ﺗﮏ ﺩﺭﺧﺖ ﺯﯾﺘﻮﻥ ﺑﻪ ﺁﺏ ﺣﻮﺽ ﺯﺩﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‪ .‬ﭘﺸﺖ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭ‪ ،‬ﺧﻮﺩﻡ ﻧﺒﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﭘﻨﻬﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺍﻣﺎ ﺧﻮﺏ ﺁﺷﮑﺎﺭ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﭘﯿﺮﻫﻦ ﺧﻮﺍﺑﺶ ﺍﺯ ﺑﺮ ﺩوﺷﺶ ﻟﻐﺰﯾﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺑﻨﺪ ﺭﮐﺎﺑﺶ ﺭﺍ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻔﺎ‬ ‫ﻣﻰﺩﯾﺪﻡ ﮐﻪ ﺧﻂ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﺧﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ ﺑﺮ ﭘﻮﺳﺘﺶ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺟﻨﺲ ﮔﻨﺪﻣﺰﺍﺭﻫﺎ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﻦ ﮔﻨﺪﻣﺰﺍﺭ ﺭﺍ ﺩوﺳﺖ ﻣﻰﺩﺍﺭﻡ‪ .‬ﺗﺎ ﭘﯿﺶ ﺍﺯ‬ ‫ﻃﻮﻓﺎﻥ ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩﺍﻡ ﻫﻤﯿﺸﻪ ﺑﻪ ﮔﻨﺪﻣﺰﺍﺭﻫﺎ ﺑﺎﺯ ﻣﻰﺷﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﺎﻩ ﺍﻧﮕﺎﺭ ﺣﺎﻣﻠﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ ﺁﻥ ﺷﺐ‪ .‬ﺍﻧﮕﺎﺭ ﻣﺎﻩ ﺩﺭﺩ ﺯﺍﯾﯿﺪﻥ ﺩﺍﺷﺖ‪ .‬ﭼﺸﻤﻢ ﺍﻓﺘﺎﺩ ﺑﻪ ﺟﺮﺯ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭ‪ .‬ﺩﺭ ﺟﺮﺯ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭ ﯾﮏ‬ ‫ﮐﺘﺎﺏ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺩﺳﺖ ﺩﺭﺍﺯ ﮐﺮﺩﻡ و ﮐﺘﺎﺏ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺮﺩﺍﺷﺘﻢ‪ .‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺩﺳﺘﻢ ﺭﺍ ﻧﺪﯾﺪ‪ .‬ﮐﺘﺎﺏ ﺭﺍ ﻫﻢ ﻧﺪﯾﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺍﺯ ﺑﻰﺗﺎﺑﻰ ﺩﺭ‬ ‫ﺁﺏ ﻏﻮﻃﻪ ﻣﻰﺧﻮﺭﺩ‪ .‬ﮐﺘﺎﺏ ﺭﺍ ﮐﻪ وﺭﻕ ﺯﺩﻡ‪ ،‬ﭼﺸﻤﻢ ﺍﻓﺘﺎﺩ ﺑﻪ ﺁﻥ ﻗﺼﻪﺍى ﮐﻪ ﺳﯿﻨﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺳﯿﻨﻪ ﻧﻘﻞ ﮐﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ‪ .‬ﻣﺎﻩ‬ ‫ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﯾﮏ ﻟﺤﻈﻪ ﺑﺮﮔﺸﺖ‪ ،‬ﺑﻪ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﮐﺮﺩ‪ .‬ﺍﺯ ﺻﺪﺍى ﺗﻮﺭﻕ ﮐﺘﺎﺏ ﺑﻮﺩ ﺍﻧﮕﺎﺭ‪ .‬ﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﯾﮏ ﻟﺤﻈﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ ،‬ﺍﻣﺎ ﻫﺮ ﭼﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﭘﻨﻬﺎﻥ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺩ‪ ،‬ﻣﺮﺍ ﺩﯾﺪ‪ .‬ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﺁﻗﺎى ﻣﻦ‪ ،‬ﺗﻮﯾﻰ؟‬ ‫ﻧﻤﻰﺗﻮﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺯﻧﻰ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺟﻨﺲ ﺍﻓﺴﺎﻧﻪﻫﺎﺳﺖ‪ ،‬ﺑﺎ ﺁﻥ ﺑﻰﺗﺎﺑﻰ ﻫﺎ‪ ،‬ﺑﺎ ﺁﻥ ﭘﻮﺳﺖ ﻣﻠﺘﻬﺐ ﺩﺭوﻍ ﺑﮕﻮﯾﻢ‪ .‬ﺗﺎ ﺁﻥ ﻟﺤﻈﻪ‬ ‫ﺧﻮﺩﻡ ﻧﺒﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﻣﺮﺩى ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﻣﺜﻞ ﻫﻤﻪی ﻣﺮﺩﻫﺎ‪ ،‬ﺑﺎ ﯾﮏ ﺗﻦ و ﯾﮏ ﺻﺪﺍ ‪ -‬ﯾﮑﻰ ﺍﺯ ﺗﺨﻢ ﺟﻦ ﮐﻪ ﻫﯿﭻ ﺗﻮﺵ و ﺗﻮﺍﻥ‬ ‫ﺳﻔﺮ ﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﺑﺎ ﺍو ﻧﻤﺎﻧﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬وﻗﺘﻰ ﺁﻥ ﺷﺐ ﺁﺷﮑﺎﺭ ﺷﺪﻡ ﻣﺜﻞ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺑﻮﺩ ﮐﻪ ﯾﮏ ﻃﻠﺴﻢ ﮐﻬﻨﻪ ﺷﮑﺴﺘﻪ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺣﺘﯽ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭ ﻫﻢ ﺳﺎﯾﻪ ﻫﺎى ﻧﻮ ﻣﻰﭘﺮﺩﺍﺧﺖ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﺷﺐ ﮐﻪ ﻣﺎﻩ ﺑﺪﺭ ﺑﻮﺩ و ﺻﺪﺍى ﮔﺮگ ﺍﺯ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﻣﻰﺁﻣﺪ‪ .‬وﻗﺘﻰ‬ ‫ﺧﻮﺏ ﺑﻪ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﮐﺮﺩﻡ‪ ،‬ﭼﻬﺮﻩﺍﻡ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭ ﺩﯾﺪﻡ‪ .‬ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭ‪ ،‬ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ‪ ،‬ﺁﯾﻨﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﻃﻮﺭ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺩﯾﮕﺮ‬ ‫ﭘﻨﻬﺎﻥ ﻧﺒﻮﺩﻡ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ؛ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ ،‬ﺍﯾﻦ ﻃﻮﺭ ﮐﻪ ﻫﺴﺘﻢ‪ .‬ﺍوﻝ ﻧﺸﻨﺎﺧﺘﻢ‪ .‬ﻓﮑﺮ ﮐﺮﺩﻡ ﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﮔﺮگ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺍﯾﻦ ﻣﺪﺕ‬ ‫ﺻﺪﺍى ﺯوﺯﻩﺍﺵ ﺍﺯ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﻣﻰﺁﻣﺪ ﺍﺯ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﻣﻰﮐﻨﺪ‪ .‬ﻓﮑﺮ ﮐﺮﺩﻡ ﺑﻪ ﺧﺎﻃﺮ ﻧﻮﺭ ﻣﻬﺘﺎﺏ ﺑﻪ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺷﮑﻞ‬ ‫ﺟﻠﻮﻩ ﮐﺮﺩﻩﺍﻡ ﺩﺭ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭى ﮐﻪ ﻣﺜﻞ ﺁﯾﻨﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻫﻨﻮﺯ ﻃﻮﻓﺎﻥ ﻧﯿﺎﻣﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ و ﻫﻨﻮﺯ ﻃﻮﻓﺎﻥ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎ ﺧﻮﺩ ﻧﺒﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮐﺘﺎﺏ ﻫﻨﻮﺯ ﺩﺳﺘﻢ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺗﻮﺭﻕ ﮐﺮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﺩﺭ ﮐﺘﺎﺏ ﻫﻢ ﻫﻤﯿﻦ ﻫﺎ ﺁﻣﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺗﺮﺳﯿﺪﻡ‪ .‬ﺩوﺳﺖ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺘﻢ ﺟﻠﻮ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ‬ ‫ﺍﯾﻨﻄﻮﺭ ﺑﺮﻫﻨﻪ ﺟﻠﻮﻩ ﮐﻨﻢ‪ .‬ﺻﺪﺍى ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﻃﺮﻑ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭ ﻣﻰﺁﻣﺪ‪ .‬ﺑﻪ ﺁوﺍﺯ ﻣﻰ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺩﻝ ﺁﺷﻔﺘﻪی ﻣﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺩوﺍ ﺑﺨﺶ‬ ‫ﻣﺮﺍ ﺁﺋﯿﻨﻪی ﻣﻌﻨﺎﻧﻤﺎ ﺑﺨﺶ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺗﺼﻨﯿﻒ‪ ،‬ﻫﻤﯿﻦ ﯾﮏ ﺑﯿﺖ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﯾﺎﺩ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ‪ .‬ﯾﮏ ﺟﻮﺭ ﺑﻪ ﺁوﺍﺯ ﺍﺯ "ﺩﻝ ﺁﺷﻔﺘﻪ" ﻣﻰ ﮔﻔﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺍﻧﮕﺎﺭ ﺑﺎ ﻣﺎﻩ ﺳﺨﻦ‬ ‫ﻣﻰ ﮔﻮﯾﺪ‪.‬‬

‫ﯾﺎﺩ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﻡ ﮐﻪ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﺁﻥ وﻗﺖ ﺍﺯ ﺷﺐ ﺗﺎ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺣﺪ ﺳﺎﮐﺖ ﺑﻮﺩﻩ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ‪ .‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺁﺏ ﺑﺎﺯى ﻣﻰﮐﺮﺩ‪ .‬ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭ ﺳﺨﺖ‬ ‫ﺑﻠﻨﺪ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﭘﺎﻡ ﺍﻣﺎ ﻫﯿﭻ ﺭﻫﻮﺍﺭ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺟﯿﮕﺮﺵ ﺭﺍ ﻫﻢ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺘﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭ ﺑﮕﺬﺭﻡ‪ .‬ﺑﺮﺍى ﻫﻤﯿﻦ ﺍﺯ ﺩوﺭ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﺁﺏ ﮐﻪ‬ ‫ﺍو ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﺗﻦ ﻣﻰﺷﺴﺖ ﺑﻪ ﭼﻬﺮﻩﺍﻡ ﺯﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﺩﺭ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭ ﮐﻪ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﮐﺮﺩﻡ‪ ،‬ﭘﺎک ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﺳﭙﯿﺪﻩ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺮﺩﻣﯿﺪ‪ ،‬ﺻﺒﺢ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﻣﻦ ﮔﺮﻓﺖ‪ .‬ﺑﻌﺪ ﻣﻦ ﺍﺯ ﻧﻮ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ ﭘﻨﻬﺎﻥ ﺷﺪﻡ‪ ،‬ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭ ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭ ﺑﻮﺩ و ﻫﺮ ﭼﻪ ﮔﺸﺘﻢ ﺍﺯ ﮐﺘﺎﺏ ﻫﻢ‬ ‫ﻧﺸﺎﻧﻰ ﻧﺪﯾﺪﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﺗﺎﺯﻩ ﺑﺮﮔﺸﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﺩﺭﻫﺎﻟﻪی ﺭﺍﻩ ﻣﻘﺪﻡ ﺭﺍ ﺩﯾﺪﻡ ﮐﻪ ﻋﺼﺎﮐﺸﺎﻥ ﺍﺯ ﺳﻔﺮ ﺑﺮﻣﻰﮔﺸﺖ‪ .‬ﭼﻤﺪﺍﻥ ﺩﺭ ﺩﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﺩﺍﺷﺖ‪ .‬ﻣﻘﺪﻡ ﻫﻤﯿﺸﻪی ﺧﺪﺍ ﯾﮏ ﭼﻤﺪﺍﻥ ﺩﺭ ﺩﺳﺖ ﺩﺍﺷﺖ‪ .‬ﭼﻤﺪﺍﻧﺶ ﺍﺯ ﭼﺮﻡ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ ،‬ﮐﻬﻨﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺩﺭ ﮐﺘﺎﺏ ﺁﻣﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﭘﺪﺭﺵ ﺑﺎ ﻫﻤﯿﻦ ﭼﻤﺪﺍﻥ ﭼﺮﻣﻰ ﺣﻨﺎﯾﻰ ﻓﺎﻡ ﺍﺯ ﺧﺎک وﻃﻦ ﺑﻪ ﺭوﺳﯿﻪ ﮔﺮﯾﺨﺘﻪ ﺍﺳﺖ‪ .‬ﺩﺭ ﯾﮏ ﺩﻫﮑﺪﻩی ﻣﺘﺮوک‪،‬‬ ‫ﻧﺰﺩﯾﮑﻰ ﻫﺎى ﮔﺮﺟﺴﺘﺎﻥ وﺻﯿﺖ ﮐﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ ﮐﻪ ﭼﻤﺪﺍﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺩﺳﺖ ﭘﺴﺮﺵ ﺑﺮﺳﺎﻧﻨﺪ‪ .‬ﺭوﺍﯾﺖ ﺍﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﻫﻤﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﻣﻮﻗﻊ ﮐﻪ ﺧﺒﺮ ﻣﺮگ ﭘﺪﺭ ﺭﺍ ﺷﻨﯿﺪ‪ ،‬ﺑﻰ ﺻﺪﺍ ﺷﺪ ﺍﯾﻦ ﻣﺮﺩ‪ .‬ﺻﺪﺍﺵ ﮐﺮﺩﻡ ﺍﺯ ﺩوﺭ‪ .‬ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﺁﻗﺎ!‬ ‫ﺍﻧﮕﺎﺭ ﺩﺭ ﺑﻰ ﺻﺪﺍﯾﻰ ﺍﯾﻦ ﻣﺮﺩ‪ ،‬ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﯾﮏ ﺟﻤﻠﻪ ﻧﻬﻔﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ :‬ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭﯾﺪ ﺑﺮوﻡ‪ .‬ﭘﺎﭘﯽﺍﻡ ﻧﺸﻮﯾﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻦ ﺍﻣﺎ ﻣﻰﺩﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﺑﻪ ﭘﺮﯾﺨﺎﻧﻪ‪ ،‬ﭘﯿﺶ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮﺵ ﻣﻰﺭوﺩ ‪ -‬ﺑﺎ ﺁﻥ ﻋﺼﺎﻫﺎ ﮐﻪ ﮔﺮﺩ ﺁوﺭﺩﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‪ .‬ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ ﻣﻰﭘﺮﺳﻢ‪:‬‬ ‫ﯾﮏ ﻣﺮﺩ ﻣﮕﺮ ﺑﻪ ﭼﻨﺪ ﻋﺼﺎ ﺍﺣﺘﯿﺎﺝ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ؟‬ ‫ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ وﻗﺘﻰ ﺑﯿﺪﺍﺭ ﺍﺳﺖ‪ ،‬ﻣﻰ ﮔﻮﯾﺪ‪ :‬ﺁﻗﺎى ﻣﻦ‪ ،‬ﺍﯾﻨﻄﻮﺭ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﻰﺗﺮﺳﯿﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻰ ﮔﻮﯾﻢ‪ :‬ﺍﺯ ﭼﻰ ﻣﻰﺗﺮﺳﯿﺪ؟‬ ‫ﻣﻰ ﮔﻮﯾﺪ‪ :‬ﺍﺯ ﭘﯿﺮى‪ .‬ﺍﺯ ﻧﺪﺍﺭى‪ .‬ﺍﺯ ﺳﻘﻮﻁ‬ ‫ﻣﻰ ﮔﻮﯾﻢ‪ :‬ﺑﯿﺪﺍﺭ ﺷﺪى‪ ،‬ﯾﺎﺭ؟‬ ‫ﻟﺤﻨﺶ ﺯوﺩ ﺑﺮﻣﻰ ﮔﺮﺩﺩ‪ .‬ﯾﮏ ﺟﻮﺭ ﺑﺎﻣﺰﻩﺍى ﻣﺜﻞ ﺩﺧﺘﺮﺑﭽﻪﻫﺎى ﻣﻠﻮﺱ ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﺪ‪ :‬ﺁﻗﺎ ﺟﻮﻧﻢ ‪...‬‬ ‫ﺩﻟﻢ ﻏﻨﭻ ﻣﻰﺯﻧﺪ ﺑﺮﺍﺵ‪ .‬ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﻢ‪ :‬ﺟﻮﻥ ﺩﻟﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﺎ ﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﻟﺤﻦ ﮐﻪ ﻻﻡ ﺩﻟﺶ ﻣﺸﺪﺩ ﺍﺳﺖ و ﺟﺎﻥ ﺟﻮﻧﺶ ﮐﺸﯿﺪﻩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﺪ‪ :‬ﺗﻮ ﺧﻮﺏ ﺧﻮﺍﺑﯿﺪى؟‬ ‫ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﻢ‪ :‬ﻣﻦ ﺑﯿﺪﺍﺭ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ‪ -‬ﻧﺎﺯى ﺧﺎﻧﻮﻣﺎ‬ ‫ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﺪ‪ :‬وﺍﻩ!‬ ‫ﻣﻰﺧﻨﺪﻡ‪ .‬ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﻢ‪ :‬ﯾﺎﺩﺕ ﻫﺴﺖ؟‬ ‫ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﺪ‪ :‬ﭼﻰ؟‬ ‫ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﻢ‪ :‬ﺁﻥ وﻗﺖ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺑﺮﺍى ﺍوﻟﯿﻦ ﺑﺎﺭ ﺑﻪ ﭘﺮﯾﺨﺎﻧﻪ ﺁﻣﺪﻡ‬ ‫ﻏﺶ ﻏﺶ ﻣﻰﺧﻨﺪﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﻦ ﻫﯿﭻ ﺩوﺳﺖ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﻡ ﺍﯾﻨﻄﻮﺭ ﺑﺎ ﺍﺭﺗﻌﺎﺵ ﺑﺨﻨﺪﺩ‪ .‬وﻗﺘﻰ ﺑﺎ ﺍﺭﺗﻌﺎﺵ ﻣﻰﺧﻨﺪﺩ‪ ،‬ﺻﺪﺍى‬ ‫ﺍﺭﺗﻌﺎﺷﺎﺕ ﺧﻨﺪﻩ ﺍﺵ ﺯﯾﺮ ﺳﺮﻃﺎﻗﻰ ﺍﯾﻨﺠﺎ ﮐﻪ ﻣﺎ ﻫﺴﺘﯿﻢ ﻣﻰ ﭘﯿﭽﺪ‪ .‬ﺑﻌﺪ ﺑﯿﺪﺍﺭى ﮐﺴﺎﻟﺖ ﺑﺎﺭ ﻣﻰﺷﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻘﺪﻡ ﻓﺮﺩﺍى ﺁﻥ ﺷﺐ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ‪ ،‬ﺩﺭ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭ ﻧﻘﺶ ﮔﺮگ ﺩﯾﺪﻡ ﺭﻓﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﺑﻪ ﺿﯿﺎﻓﺖ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺩﺭ ﭘﺮﯾﺨﺎﻧﻪ‪ .‬ﺩﺭ ﺑﺎﺯ‬ ‫ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ ،‬ﺍﺯ ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩی ﭘﺮﯾﺨﺎﻧﻪﺍﺵ ﺑﻪ ﮔﻨﺠﺸﮏﻫﺎ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﻣﻰﮐﺮﺩ ﮐﻪ ﺟﻔﺖ ﻫﻢ ﺭوى ﻫﺮﻩی ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭ‬ ‫ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ‪ .‬ﻣﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺩﯾﺪ‪ ،‬ﻫﯿﭻ ﻧﮕﻔﺖ‪ .‬ﺩﺳﺘﻢ ﺭﺍ ﮔﺮﻓﺖ و ﺑﺎ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺑﻪ ﺳﻔﺮﻩﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﺑﺮﺩ‪ .‬ﺳﻔﺮﻩ ﭼﯿﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ ﺍﺯ ﻫﻔﺖ‬ ‫ﻋﯿﻦ ﻋﺸﻖ‪ .‬ﻋﻨﺒﺮ و ﻋﻮﺩ‪ ،‬ﮐﻠﻤﻪ و ﭼﮑﺎﻣﻪ‪ ،‬ﺭوﺷﻨﺎﯾﻰ ﻓﺎﻧﻮﺱ و ﺟﯿﮏ ﺟﯿﮏ ﮔﻨﺠﺸﮏﻫﺎ و ﺭوﺡ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﻫﻢ ﺗﻮى‬ ‫ﺳﻔﺮﻩﺍﺵ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﺎ ﺍﺯ ﺭوﺡ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﮐﻪ ﺧﻮﺭﺩﯾﻢ ﻣﻦ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ ﮔﻢ ﺷﺪﻡ‪ .‬ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺟﻮﻧﻢ‪ .‬ﻣﻦ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ ﮔﻢ ﺷﺪﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺣﺎﻻ ﭼﻰ ﮐﺎﺭ ﮐﻨﻢ؟‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﺑﯿﺎ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺁﻏﻮﺵ ﺑﺎﺯ ﮐﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺭﻓﺘﻢ‪ .‬ﻣﺜﻞ ﺳﻔﺮ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﺍﺯ ﺗﻮ ﺑﻮى ﺗﻦ ﮔﺮگ ﻣﻰﺁﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﭘﻮﺳﺘﺶ ﺍﺯ ﺍﻟﺘﻬﺎﺏ ﺗﺎوﻝ ﺯﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﻰﺗﺮﺳﯿﺪﻡ ﺍﮔﺮ ﺑﺎ ﺍو ﺑﺨﻮﺍﺑﻢ ﺑﻰﺻﺪﺍ ﺷﻮﻡ‪ .‬ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﭼﺘﻪ‪ ،‬ﺁﻗﺎى ﻣﻦ؟‬

‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﻫﯿﭽﻰ‪ .‬ﻣﻰﺗﺮﺳﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺧﻨﺪﯾﺪ‪ .‬ﺍﺯ ﺍﺭﺗﻌﺎﺵ ﺧﻨﺪﻩﺍﺵ ﺷﯿﺸﻪی ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩی ﺳﻔﺮﻩﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﺗﺮک ﺧﻮﺭﺩ‪ .‬ﻧﮕﺎﻫﻢ ﻟﻐﺰﯾﺪ ﺁﻥ ﻃﺮﻑ‪ .‬ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﺍﯾﻦ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ‪...‬‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﺑﻪ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺩﺭ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﻧﮑﻦ‪ ،‬ﯾﺎﺭ‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﺍﯾﻦ ﺩﺭ ﺑﻪ ﮐﺠﺎ ﺑﺎﺯ ﻣﻰﺷﻪ‪ ،‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺟﻮﻧﻢ؟‬ ‫ﻟﺐ ﺑﺮﭼﯿﺪ‪ .‬ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﺁﻗﺎ ﺟﻮﻧﻢ ‪...‬‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﺟﻮﻥ ﺩﻟﻢ ‪...‬‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﮐﺎﺵ ﻣﻰﺷﺪ ﺑﺎ ﻫﻢ ﻣﻰﺭﻓﺘﯿﻢ ﺍﺯ ﺍﯾﻨﺠﺎ ﺑﻪ ﯾﮏ ﺟﺎى ﺩوﺭ‪ .‬ﺑﻪ ﺟﺎﯾﻰ ﮐﻪ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﻧﺒﺎﺷﺪ‪ .‬ﻣﻘﺪﻡ ﻧﺒﺎﺷﺪ‪ .‬ﭼﻬﺎﺭﺩﻫﻢ‬ ‫ﻣﺎﻩ ﺻﺪﺍى ﺯوﺯﻩی ﮔﺮگ ﻧﯿﺎﯾﺪ‪ .‬ﺍﯾﻦ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭﻫﺎ ﻧﺒﺎﺷﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﭼﯿﻪ‪ ،‬ﺁﻗﺎ ﺟﻮﻥ‬ ‫ﺟﻮﻥ ﺟﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﻣﺸﺪﺩ ﻧﮕﻔﺖ‪ .‬ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻼﻓﻪﺍى‪ ،‬ﺭﻓﯿﻖ؟‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ ﻫﯿﭽﻰ‪ ،‬ﻋﺰﯾﺰ ﺩﻝ‪ .‬ﭘﻮﺳﺘﻢ ﺗﺎوﻝ ﺯﺩﻩ‬ ‫ﺩﺳﺖ ﮐﺸﯿﺪﻡ ﺑﻪ ﻧﻮﺍﺯﺵ ﺑﺮ ﭘﻮﺳﺖ ﺗﻨﺶ‪ .‬ﺗﺎوﻝ ﻫﺎ ﺍﺯ ﻧﻮﺍﺭﺵ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﺘﯿﺎﻡ ﭘﯿﺪﺍ ﮐﺮﺩ‪ .‬ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﺑﺎ ﻣﻦ ﺑﺨﻮﺍﺏ‬ ‫و ﻣﻦ ﺩﺭ ﺳﻔﺮﻩﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﺑﺎ ﺍو ﺧﻮﺍﺑﯿﺪﻡ‪ .‬ﺧﻮﺍﺑﻢ ﺑﺮﺩ‪ .‬ﺑﯿﺪﺍﺭ ﮐﻪ ﺷﺪﻡ‪ ،‬ﺷﺐ ﺍﺯ ﻧﯿﻤﻪ ﮔﺬﺷﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺳﻔﺮﻩﺧﺎﻧﻪ‬ ‫ﺗﺎﺭﯾﮏ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺭﻓﺘﻢ ﭘﺎى ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩ‪ .‬ﺍﺯ ﭘﺸﺖ ﺗﺮک ﺧﻮﺭﺩﮔﻰ ﺷﯿﺸﻪ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺭﺍ ﺩﯾﺪﻡ ﮐﻪ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺁﺏ ﺣﻮﺽ ﺯﺩﻩ‬ ‫ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﭘﯿﺮﻫﻦ ﺧﻮﺍﺑﺶ ﺍﺯ ﺑﺮ ﺩوﺷﺶ ﻟﻐﺰﯾﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺑﻨﺪ ﺭﮐﺎﺑﺶ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻦ ﺍﺯ ﭘﺸﺖ ﺗﺮک ﺧﻮﺭﺩﮔﻰ ﺷﯿﺸﻪ ﻣﻰﺩﯾﺪﻡ ﮐﻪ‬ ‫ﺧﻂ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﺧﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ ﺑﺮ ﭘﻮﺳﺘﺶ ﮐﻪ ﻣﺜﻞ ﮔﻨﺪﻣﺰﺍﺭﻫﺎ ﺍﺯ ﺍﻟﺘﻬﺎﺏ ﺗﻬﻰ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺑﺮﮔﺸﺖ و ﺑﻪ ﭘﺸﺖ ﺳﺮ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﮐﺮﺩ‪ .‬ﻟﺒﺨﻨﺪ ﺯﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻧﻤﻰﺗﻮﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺭﺍ ﺍﺯ ﺍو ﭘﻨﻬﺎﻥ ﮐﻨﻢ‪ .‬ﯾﮑﺴﺮ ﺁﺷﮑﺎﺭ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﻫﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ‪ ،‬ﻫﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺍو‪ .‬ﺭﻓﺘﻢ‪ .‬ﻣﻰﺗﺮﺳﯿﺪﻡ ﺗﻦ ﺑﺪﻫﻢ ﺑﻪ‬ ‫ﺁﺏ‪ .‬ﻣﻰﺗﺮﺳﯿﺪﻡ ﺑﻰ ﺻﺪﺍ ﺷﻮﻡ‪ .‬ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﺍﺯ ﭼﻰ ﻣﻰﺗﺮﺳﻰ‪ ،‬ﺁﻗﺎى ﻣﻦ؟‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﻣﻦ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻧﻰ ﻫﺴﺘﻢ‪ ،‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ‪ .‬ﺍﺯ ﺁﺏ ﻣﻰﺗﺮﺳﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﻧﺘﺮﺱ‪ .‬ﻟﻨﺪﻫﻮﺭ‪...‬‬ ‫و ﺧﻨﺪﯾﺪ‪ .‬ﺍﺯ ﺍﺭﺗﻌﺎﺵ ﺧﻨﺪﻩﺍﺵ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﯾﮏ ﺩﻡ ﻟﺮﺯﯾﺪ‪ .‬ﺑﺎ ﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﺭﺧﺖﻫﺎى ﺗﻨﻢ‪ ،‬ﺗﻦ ﺩﺍﺩﻡ ﺑﻪ ﺁﺏ‪ .‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﮔﻔﺖ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺁﺏ ﺍﺯ ﺗﻮ ﺑﻮى ﮔﺮگ ﮔﺮﻓﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﺑﯿﺎ‪ ،‬ﻫﻤﯿﻦ ﺍﻣﺸﺐ ﺑﺰﻧﯿﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﻧﻤﻰﺷﻪ‪ ،‬ﯾﺎﺭ‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﭼﺮﺍ؟‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﻣﻦ ﺑﻨﺪﯾﻢ‪ ،‬ﯾﺎﺭ‬ ‫و ﺯﺩ ﺯﯾﺮ ﺁوﺍﺯ‪ .‬ﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﯾﮏ ﺑﯿﺖ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻰ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺩﻝ ﺁﺷﻔﺘﻪی ﻣﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺩوﺍ ﺑﺨﺶ‬ ‫ﻣﺮﺍ ﺁﺋﯿﻨﻪی ﻣﻌﻨﺎﻧﻤﺎ ﺑﺨﺶ‬ ‫ﯾﮏ ﺟﻮﺭ ﺑﻪ ﺁوﺍﺯ ﺍﺯ »ﺩﻝ ﺁﺷﻔﺘﻪ« ﻣﻰﮔﻔﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺍﻧﮕﺎﺭ ﺑﺎ ﻣﺎﻩ ﺳﺨﻦ ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﺪ‪ .‬ﻣﻦ ﻫﻨﻮﺯ ﺑﻨﺪى ﻧﺒﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻧﻰ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮔﺮگﺧﻮ ﺍﻣﺎ ﻧﺒﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬وﻗﺘﻰ ﻣﺎﻩﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺁوﺍﺯ ﻣﻰ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪ‪ ،‬ﻃﺒﻊ ﮔﺮگ ﭘﯿﺪﺍ ﻣﻰﮐﺮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﺍﯾﻦ ﭼﻪ وﺿﻌﻰﺳﺖ ﺁﺧﺮ ﺯﻥ؟‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﭼﻰ‪ ،‬ﻋﺰﯾﺰﻡ؟‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﻣﻦ ﺑﻪ ﺗﻮ ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﻢ ﺳﺮ ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭﯾﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ‪ .‬ﺧﻮﺩ ﺭﺍ ﺭﻫﺎ ﮐﻨﯿﻢ‪ ،‬ﺑﻌﺪ ﺗﻮ ﺁوﺍﺯ ﻣﻰﺧﻮﺍﻧﻰ؟‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﻣﺮﺍ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺩ ﻧﺮﺍﻥ‪ ،‬ﻣﺮﺩ‬

‫ﻃﺎﻗﺖ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺘﻢ‪ .‬ﺭﻓﺘﻢ‪ .‬ﺷﺒﺎﻧﻪ ﺳﺮ ﮔﺬﺍﺷﺘﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ‪ .‬ﺩﺭﺳﺖ‪ ،‬ﺩﺭ ﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﺩﻗﯿﻘﻪ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﭘﺮﯾﺨﺎﻧﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﺯﺩﻡ‪ ،‬ﻣﻘﺪﻡ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﻫﺎﻟﻪی ﺭﺍﻩ ﺩﯾﺪﻡ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺎ ﺁﻥ ﭼﻤﺪﺍﻥ ﺣﻨﺎﯾﻰ ﻓﺎﻡﺍﺵ ﺍﺯ ﺳﻔﺮ ﺑﺮﻣﻰﮔﺸﺖ‪ .‬ﺧﻮﺩﻡ ﺭﺍ ﺍﺯ ﺍو ﭘﻨﻬﺎﻥ ﮐﺮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﺍﺯ ﺗﻨﻢ ﺑﻮى‬ ‫ﮔﺮگ ﻣﻰﺁﻣﺪ‪ .‬ﺑﻮى ﮔﺮگ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺟﺎ‪ ،‬ﺩﺭ ﻓﻀﺎ ﻣﻨﺘﺸﺮ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺭگ و ﭘﻰ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ‪ ،‬ﺑﺎ ﺁﻥ ﺩﺧﻤﻪ ﻫﺎ و ﭘﺴﺘﻮﻫﺎ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺳﺮﺍﻍ‬ ‫ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻢ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﺑﻮى ﻗﺪﯾﻤﻰ ﺳﺮﺷﺎﺭ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﻦ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﻟﺤﻈﻪ ﯾﮑﻰ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﺍﺯ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ‪ .‬ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﻟﺤﻆ ﯾﮑﺴﺮ ﺩﺭﺩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻘﺪﻡ ﺍﺯ ﮐﻨﺎﺭﻡ ﮔﺬﺷﺖ‪ .‬ﻣﻦ ﻫﺮ ﭼﻨﺪ ﺩﺭ ﺗﺎﺭﯾﮑﻰ ﺷﺐ ﭘﻨﻬﺎﻥ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ ،‬ﺍﻣﺎ ﭼﻮﻥ ﯾﮑﻰ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﺍﺯ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ‪ ،‬ﻣﻘﺪﻡ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ‬ ‫ﺳﺎﻋﺖ‪ ،‬ﻧﺎﮔﺰﯾﺮ ﺑﺎ ﺣﻀﻮﺭ ﻣﻦ ﺩﻣﺴﺎﺯ ﺷﺪ‪ .‬ﺑﻪ ﭼﺸﻢ ﺩﯾﺪﻡ ﺯﺍﻧﻮﻫﺎﺵ ﺍﺯ ﺳﻨﮕﯿﻨﻰ ﺁﻥ ﺣﻀﻮﺭ ﻣﻰﻟﺮﺯﯾﺪ‪ .‬ﺍﮔﺮ ﻋﺼﺎ ﺩﺭ‬ ‫ﺩﺳﺖ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺖ‪ ،‬ﺷﺎﯾﺪ ﺣﺘﻰ ﺍﺯ ﺭﻓﺘﻦ ﺑﺎﺯﻣﻰﻣﺎﻧﺪ‪ .‬ﺍﺯ ﺁﻧﺠﺎ ﮐﻪ ﭘﻨﻬﺎﻥ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ ،‬ﺑﻪ ﭼﺸﻢ ﺩﯾﺪﻡ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﭘﺮﯾﺨﺎﻧﻪ ﺭﻓﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺻﺪﺍى ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺩوﺭ ﺑﻪ ﺧﻮﺷﺎﻣﺪ ﺁﻥ ﻣﺮﺩ ﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﻣﻰﺁﻣﺪ‪ .‬ﺷﺐﺯﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﺻﺮﻋﻰ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﺑﻰﮐﺲ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﮔﺮﺳﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﺭﻧﺠﯿﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﻋﺸﻖ‪ ،‬ﯾﮏ ﺣﺮﻑ ﯾﺎوﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺗﻦ‪ ،‬و ﺑﺎﺯى‪ ،‬و ﺁﻥ ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﮐﻪ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﻣﻰﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪ ﯾﺎوﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻰﺭﻓﺘﻢ‪ ،‬ﻫﺮ ﭼﻨﺪ ﭘﺎى ﺭﻫﻮﺍﺭ ﻫﯿﭻ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺘﻢ‪ .‬ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ‪ :‬ﺻﺎﻑ‪ .‬ﺭﺍﻩ‪ :‬ﺧﺎﻟﻰ‪ .‬ﺭﺍﺳﺘﻪ‪ :‬ﺑﺮﻫﻮﺕ‪ .‬ﺗﺎ ﭼﺸﻢ ﻣﻰﺩﯾﺪ‪ ،‬ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﻫﻤﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﺷﻨﺰﺍﺭ ﺑﻮﺩ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻮى ﮔﺮگ ﻣﻰﺩﺍﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﻦ ﺑﺎ ﺷﻨﺰﺍﺭ ﯾﮏ ﻋﻤﺮ ﺍﺧﺖ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ و ﺍﺯ ﺷﻨﺰﺍﺭ ﯾﮏ ﻋﻤﺮ ﮔﺮﯾﺨﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﺩﻟﻢ ﺍﻣﺎ‬ ‫ﺗﻨﮓ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﻦ ﺑﺎ ﺩﻟﺘﻨﮕﻰ ﺍﺯ ﺭﺍﻩ ﺩﺭ ﺭﺍﻩ ﻣﻰﺭﻓﺘﻢ‪ .‬ﺍوﻝ ﻣﺎﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺷﺐ ﻫﺎ‪ ،‬وﻗﺘﻰ ﻣﻬﺘﺎﺏ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ‪ ،‬ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﺳﺨﺖ ﺗﺎﺭﯾﮏ‬ ‫ﺍﺳﺖ‪ .‬ﺩﻟﻢ ﺑﺮﺍى ﺻﺪﺍى ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﻏﻨﺞ ﻣﻰﺯﺩ‪.‬ﺍﻣﺎ ﺭﻓﺘﻢ ﺗﺎ ﺁﻧﮑﺠﺎ‪ .‬ﺩﺭ ﺗﺎﺭﯾﮑﻰ ﯾﮏ ﺻﻒ ﭘﺮﺍﮐﻨﺪﻩ ﺩﯾﺪﻡ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺮﺩﻫﺎ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻗﺎﻣﺖ ﻫﺎ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺩوﺗﺎ‪ .‬ﺑﺎ ﯾﮏ ﻓﺎﺻﻠﻪی ﻧﺎﺳﺎﻟﻢ ﺍﺯ ﻫﻢ‪ .‬ﺑﻰ ﺭﺍﻩ ﺑﯿﺮوﻧﺸﺪى ﺍﺯ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ‪ .‬ﺑﻰ ﺭﺍﻫﺒﺮ‪ .‬ﺑﻰ ﺭﻣﺰ و ﻓﻦ‪ .‬ﺩﺭ ﯾﮏ‬ ‫ﺳﮑﻮﺕ ﺳﯿﺎﻩ ﺑﻰ ﻣﻌﻨﺎ‪ ،‬ﻣﺜﻞ ﯾﮏ ﻓﻮﺝ ﻣﺮﺩﻫﺎﯾﻰ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺳﻨﮓ ﺍﻧﺪ‪ ،‬ﺩﺭ ﺭﺍﻫﻰ ﺩﺭ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ‪ .‬ﺍﻧﮕﺎﺭ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺮ ﺁﺏ ﻗﺪﻡ‬ ‫ﺑﺮﻣﻰﺩﺍﺷﺘﻨﺪ‪ .‬ﻣﻦ ﺣﺘﻰ ﻣﻰﺩﯾﺪﻡ ﺁﺏ ﺯﯾﺮ ﭘﺎى ﺁﻧﻬﺎ ﺍﻧﺪﮐﻰ ﻣﻮﺝ ﺑﺮﻣﻰﺩﺍﺭﺩ‪ .‬ﺗﺸﻨﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﺍﻣﺎ ﻧﻤﻰﺧﻮﺍﺳﺘﻢ ﺍﺯ ﺁﺏ‬ ‫ﻟﮕﺪﻣﺎﻝ ﺣﺘﻰ ﺟﺮﻋﻪﺍى ﺑﻨﻮﺷﻢ‪ .‬ﯾﮏ ﺷﺐ ﻣﺎﻧﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ ﺑﻪ ﺷﺐ ﭼﻬﺎﺭﺩﻫﻢ ﻣﺎﻩ‪ .‬ﺍﺯ ﺭﻓﺘﻦ ﺑﺎﺯﻣﺎﻧﺪﻡ‪ .‬ﭼﻪ ﻓﺎﯾﺪﻩ ﺍﺯ ﺭﻓﺘﻦ‪،‬‬ ‫وﻗﺘﻰ ﮐﻪ ﺭﺍﻩ ﺑﻰﻣﻌﻨﺎ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ‪ .‬ﭼﻪ ﻓﺎﯾﺪﻩ ﺍﺯ ﺭﻓﺘﻦ‪ ،‬وﻗﺘﻰ ﮐﻪ ﺭﺍﻩ ﺑﯿﺮوﻧﺸﺪى ﻧﺒﺎﺷﺪ‪ .‬ﭼﻪ ﻓﺎﯾﺪﻩ ﺍﺯ ﺭﻓﺘﻦ وﻗﺘﻰ ﺭﻣﺰ‬ ‫ﻧﺒﺎﺷﺪ‪ ،‬وﻗﺘﻰ ﻓﻦ و ﻣﻌﻨﺎ ﻧﺒﺎﺷﺪ‪ .‬ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻢ‪ .‬ﺷﺎﯾﺪ ﺍﮔﺮ ﻣﻰﺭﻓﺘﻢ ﻃﻮﻓﺎﻥ ﻧﻤﻰﺁﻣﺪ‪ .‬ﺷﺎﯾﺪ ﺍﮔﺮ ﻣﻰﺭﻓﺘﻢ ﺻﺪﺍى ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﻧﻤﻰﺷﻨﯿﺪﻡ‪ .‬ﺷﺎﯾﺪ ﺍﮔﺮ ﻣﻰﺭﻓﺘﻢ‪ ،‬ﻣﻘﺪﻡ ﻫﻢ ﻫﻤﭽﻨﺎﻥ ﻣﻰﺗﻮﺍﻧﺴﺖ‪ ،‬ﻫﺮ ﺭوﺯ ﺑﺎ ﺁﻥ ﭼﻤﺪﺍﻥ ﺣﻨﺎﯾﻰ ﻓﺎﻡ ﺑﻪ‬ ‫ﭘﺮﯾﺨﺎﻧﻪﺍﺵ ﺑﺮوﺩ و ﺩﺭ ﺳﻔﺮﻩ ﺧﺎﻧﻪﺍى ﮐﻪ ﺳﻔﺮﻩ ﺍﺵ ﺍﺯ ﻋﺸﻖ ﺧﺎﻟﻰﺳﺖ ﺑﺎ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺧﻠﻮﺕ ﮐﻨﺪ‪ .‬ﺍﻣﺎ ﻣﻦ وﺍﻗﻌﺎ‬ ‫ﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﻧﻤﻰﺗﻮﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ‪ .‬ﺑﻪ ﺍﯾﻦ ﭘﯿﭽﮏ ﻫﺎ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺩﺳﺖﻫﺎﻡ و ﭘﺎﻫﺎﻡ ﭘﯿﭽﯿﺪﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻗﺴﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﺗﺎﺏ ﺭﻓﺘﻦ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺘﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮔﺮگ ﺧﻮ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ و ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﻧﻤﻰﺩﺍﻧﻢ ﭼﻪ وﻗﺖ ﺍﺯ ﺷﺐ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻫﻤﯿﻦ ﻗﺪﺭ ﻣﻰﺩﺍﻧﻢ ﮐﻪ ﯾﮏ ﺷﺐ ﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﺑﻮﺩ و ﺩﺭ‬ ‫ﺁﻥ ﺷﺐ‪ ،‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﺑﺪﺭ ﮐﺎﻣﻞ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﺮﺩﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻦ ﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﻧﻤﻰﺩﯾﺪﻡ‪ .‬ﺍﺯ ﺩوﺭ ﺻﺪﺍى ﺁوﺍﺯ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﻣﻰﺁﻣﺪ‪ .‬ﺻﺪﺍى ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ‬ ‫ﯾﮏ ﺣﺮﻑ ﺁﺷﻨﺎ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺍﺯ ﺩﻝ ﻣﻰﺁﻣﺪ‪ .‬ﻧﻪ ﻣﻰﺗﻮﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﺑﺮوﻡ‪ .‬ﻧﻪ ﺭوى ﺑﺮﮔﺸﺘﻦ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻢ‪ .‬ﺑﺮﮔﺸﺘﻢ‪ .‬ﺑﻪ ﭘﺮﯾﺨﺎﻧﻪ ﮐﻪ ﺭﺳﯿﺪﻡ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺑﺎ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺑﻪ ﺁﯾﻨﻪ ﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﺑﺮﺩ‪ .‬ﮔﺮﺩ ﺭﺍﻩ ﺭﺍ ﺍﺯ ﺗﻨﻢ ﮔﺮﻓﺖ‪ .‬ﺁﯾﻨﻪ ﺁوﺭﺩ‪ ،‬ﻣﻘﺎﺑﻠﻢ ﮔﺮﻓﺖ‪ .‬ﺁﯾﻨﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺳﻨﮓ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺑﻮى‬ ‫ﺗﻨﻢ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻰﺩﺍﺩ‪ .‬ﺑﺎ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺣﺎﻝ ﺩﺭ ﺁﯾﻨﻪ ﮐﻪ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﮐﺮﺩﻡ‪ ،‬ﺩﯾﺪﻡ ﺭوى ﻧﺪﺍﺭﻡ‪ .‬ﺍﺷﮏﻫﺎﻡ ﺭوى ﮔﻮﻧﻪﻫﺎﻡ ﺟﺎﺭىﺑﻮﺩ‪ ،‬ﺍﻣﺎ‬ ‫ﻧﻤﻰﺷﺪ ﺁﻧﻬﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺒﯿﻨﻢ‪ .‬ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﺍﺷﮏﻫﺎﻡ ﺭﺍ ﺗﻮ ﻣﻰ ﺑﯿﻨﻰ ‪ -‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮﻡ؟‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﮐﺪﺍﻡ ﺍﺷﮏﻫﺎ؟‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﺍﯾﻨﻬﺎ ﮐﻪ ﺭوى ﮔﻮﻧﻪ ﻫﺎﻡ ﺟﺎﺭى ﺳﺖ؟‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﮐﺪﺍﻡ ﮔﻮﻧﻪ ﻫﺎ؟‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﮔﻮﻧﻪ ﻫﺎى ﻣﺮﺩى ﺍﺯ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﮐﺪﺍﻡ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﯾﺎﺭ؟‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻮى ﮔﺮگ ﻣﻰﺩﺍﺩ‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﮐﺪﺍﻡ ﮔﺮگ؟‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﮔﺮگ ﮐﻪ ﺭوﯾﺶ ﺭﺍ ﺍﺯ ﺩﺳﺖ ﺩﺍﺩ‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﺁﻗﺎى ﻣﻦ‪...‬‬

‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺟﻮﻧﻢ ‪...‬‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﺑﯿﺎ‪ ..‬ﺑﯿﺎ ﺗﻮى ﺑﻐﻠﻢ‬ ‫ﺭﻓﺘﻢ‪ .‬ﺩﯾﺪﻡ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮﻡ ﺯﻧﻰ ﺳﺖ ﺑﺎ ﭼﻬﺮﻩﺍى ﺍﺯ ﺟﻨﺲ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ‪ .‬ﺳﺨﺘﻰﻫﺎى ﺭﺍﻩ ﻫﺎى ﺭﻓﺘﻪ ﺍﺯ ﯾﺎﺩﻡ ﭘﺎک ﺷﺪ‪ .‬ﮔﻔﺖ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺁﻗﺎى ﻣﻦ‪...‬‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬وﻗﺘﺶ ﺷﺪﻩ‪ ،‬ﻋﺰﯾﺰ ﺩﻟﻢ ‪...‬‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﺁﺭﻩ‪ ،‬ﯾﺎﺭ‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﯾﻌﻨﻰ ﺗﻦ ﺑﺪﻫﯿﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺁﺏ؟‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﺗﻦ ﺑﺪﻫﯿﻢ؛ و ﻣﺎ ﺗﻦ ﺩﺍﺩﯾﻢ‪ .‬ﺁﺏ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺗﻨﻢ ﺧﻮﺭﺩ‪ ،‬ﻧﺎﮔﻬﺎﻥ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﺑﯿﺪﺍﺭ ﺷﺪﻡ‪ .‬ﺩوﻣﯿﻦ ﯾﺎ ﺳﻮﻣﯿﻦ ﺷﺐ ﺑﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﭼﻬﺎﺭﺩﻫﻢ ﻣﺎﻩ‪ .‬ﻣﻘﺪﻡ ﺩﺭ ﺳﻔﺮ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺁﺏ ﺍﺯ ﻧﻮ ﺍﺯ ﺗﻦ ﻣﻦ ﺑﻮى ﮔﺮگ ﮔﺮﻓﺖ‪ .‬ﺑﻌﺪ ﭘﻮﺳﺖ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺍﻟﺘﻬﺎﺏ ﺗﻬﻰ‬ ‫ﺷﺪ‪ .‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ‪ ،‬ﺁﻗﺎ ﺟﻮﻥ‬ ‫ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﺭﻓﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﺑﯿﺪﺍﺭى ﻫﻢ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﺎ ﺩﺭ ﺳﻔﺮﻩﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﯾﻢ‪ .‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺳﻔﺮﻩ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺮﭼﯿﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻧﮕﺎﻫﻢ ﺭﻓﺖ ﭘﻰ ﺁﻥ ﺩﺭ‪ .‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﺩﺭ ﺭﻓﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ ﺑﻪ ﺁﻧﮑﺠﺎ‪ .‬ﺩﻟﻢ ﺗﻨﮓ ﺑﻮﺩ ﺑﺮﺍى ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ‪ .‬ﻓﮑﺮ ﮐﺮﺩﻡ ﺷﺎﯾﺪ‬ ‫ﺁﻥ ﺩﺭ ﺑﻪ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﺭﺍﻩ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻪ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ‪ .‬ﺩﺳﺘﮕﯿﺮﻩی ﺩﺭ ﻗﺎﺏ ﺩﺳﺘﻢ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺑﺎ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺣﺎﻝ ﺗﻮﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﺩﺭ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎﺯ ﮐﻨﻢ‪ .‬ﺩﺭ ﺭﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺎﺯ‬ ‫ﮐﺮﺩﻡ‪ ،‬ﻣﻘﺪﻡ ﺭﺍ ﺩﯾﺪﻡ‪ .‬ﻣﻘﺪﻡ ﻧﻤﻰﺗﻮﺍﻧﺴﺖ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺑﺒﯿﻨﺪ‪ .‬ﺗﺎﺭﯾﮏ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﺧﻮﺩﻡ ﻧﺒﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﭘﻨﻬﺎﻥ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﻣﻘﺪﻡ ﺑﻮى ﺗﻦ ﮔﺮگ‬ ‫ﺷﻨﯿﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻏﺼﻪﺍﺵ ﺷﺪ؛ ﺭﻓﺖ ﭘﯿﺶ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ‪ ،‬ﺯﺍﻧﻮ ﺯﺩ‪ ،‬ﺳﺮ ﮔﺬﺍﺷﺖ ﺭوى ﭘﺎى ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ‪ .‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺑﻪ ﺁوﺍﺯ ﮔﻔﺖ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺧﻮﺵ ﺁﻣﺪى ﮐﻪ ﺧﻮﺵ ﺁﻣﺪ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺯ ﺁﻣﺪﻧﺖ‬ ‫ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺑﻪ ﻧﻮﺍﺯﺵ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻮﻫﺎى ﺳﺮ ﺍﯾﻦ ﻣﺮﺩ ﺩﺳﺖ ﻣﻰﮐﺸﯿﺪ‪ .‬ﻣﻰﺩﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺣﻀﻮﺭﻡ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭک ﮐﺮﺩﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‪ .‬ﺑﻪ ﺁوﺍﺯ‬ ‫ﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪ‪ :‬ﻣﻘﺪﻣﺖ ﺩﻝ ﺭﺍ ﻫﻮﺍى ﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﮐﺮﺩﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‪ .‬ﺁﻩ ﮐﺸﯿﺪ‪ .‬ﺁﻫﺶ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﮔﺮﻓﺖ‪ .‬ﻧﺮﻣﻪ ﺑﺎﺩى وﺯﯾﺪ‪ .‬ﺷﺎﺥ ﺗﮏ‬ ‫ﺩﺭﺧﺖ ﺯﯾﺘﻮﻥ ﻟﺮﺯﯾﺪ‪ .‬ﮔﻨﺠﺸﮏﻫﺎ ﺍﺯ ﻫﺮﻩی ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭ ﭘﺮﮐﺸﯿﺪﻧﺪ‪ .‬ﺁﺏ ﺣﻮﺽ ﮔﻞﺁﻟﻮﺩ ﺷﺪ‪ .‬ﺩﻟﻢ ﺷﮑﺴﺖ‪ .‬ﺩﺭ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺴﺘﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺭﻓﺘﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺳﻔﺮﻩﺧﺎﻧﻪ‪ .‬ﺗﺒﺮ ﺑﺮﺩﺍﺷﺘﻢ‪ ،‬ﺑﺎ ﺗﺒﺮ ﺍﻓﺘﺎﺩﻡ ﺑﻪ ﺟﺎﻥ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭﻫﺎ‪ .‬ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭ ﺳﻔﺮﻩﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﺳﺨﺖﺟﺎﻥ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺍﺯ ﻧﻔﺲ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﺧﺘﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻓﺎﯾﺪﻩ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺖ‪ .‬ﺭﻓﺘﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺣﯿﺎﻁ‪ ،‬ﺁﻥ ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﺩﺭﺧﺖ ﺯﯾﺘﻮﻥ ﺭﺍ ﮐﻪ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺩﺭ ﭘﻨﺎﻩ ﺁﻥ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺁﺏ ﻣﻰﺳﭙﺮﺩ ﺑﺎ ﺗﺒﺮ‬ ‫ﺯﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﺳﭙﯿﺪﻩ ﺩﻣﯿﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺑﻪ ﺑﺎﻻ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﮐﺮﺩﻡ‪ ،‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺭﺍ ﺩﯾﺪﻡ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﭘﺸﺖ ﺷﮑﺴﺘﮕﻰ ﺷﯿﺸﻪی ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩی ﺳﻔﺮﻩﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﺑﻪ‬ ‫ﺑﺎﻍ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﻣﻰﮐﻨﺪ‪ .‬ﻏﻤﮕﯿﻦ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺷﺎﺩ ﻫﻢ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺑﯿﺰﺍﺭ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﭼﺸﻢﻫﺎﺵ ﺍﺯ ﻧﻔﺮﺕ ﭘﺮ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺯﻧﻰ ﺑﻮﺩ ﺑﺎ ﭼﻬﺮﻩی ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ و‬ ‫ﻏﯿﺾ ﺩﺍﺷﺖ‪ .‬ﻣﻰﺧﻮﺍﺳﺘﻢ ﺍﺯ ﺷﺮﻡ‪ ،‬ﻣﻰ وﺍﺳﺘﻢ ﺍﺯ ﺧﺸﻢ‪ ،‬ﻣﻰﺧﻮﺍﺳﺘﻢ ﺍﺯ ﻧﻔﺮﺕ ﺍﺯ ﻧﻮ ﺳﺮ ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭﻡ ﺑﻪ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ‪ .‬ﺍﻣﺎ ﺩﺭ‬ ‫ﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﺣﺎﻝ ﻣﻘﺪﻡ ﺭﺍ ﺩﯾﺪﻡ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺎ ﺁﻥ ﭼﻤﺪﺍﻥ ﺣﻨﺎﯾﻰ ﻓﺎﻡ‪ ،‬ﻋﺼﺎﮐﺸﺎﻥ ﺭﻓﺖ‪ .‬ﺭﻓﺘﻢ ﭘﯿﺶ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮﻡ‪ .‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻪ‬ ‫ﺑﻮﺩ ﺩﺭ ﺁﯾﻨﻪ ﺧﺎﻧﻪ‪ .‬ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﺁﻗﺎى ﻣﻦ‪ ،‬ﺍﯾﻦ ﺁﯾﻨﻪ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺮﺩﺍﺭ‪ ،‬ﺑﮕﯿﺮ ﺟﻠﻮى ﻣﻦ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺁﯾﻨﻪ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻘﺎﺑﻞ ﺍو ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻢ‪ .‬ﻗﯿﭽﻰ ﺑﺮﺩﺍﺷﺖ ﻣﻮﻫﺎﺵ ﺭﺍ ﻗﯿﭽﻰ ﮐﺮﺩ‪ .‬ﮔﯿﺲﻫﺎى ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺑﻪ ﺭﻧﮓ ﺯﯾﺘﻮﻥ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻦ ﻣﻮﻫﺎى ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮﻡ ﺭﺍ ﺩوﺳﺖ ﻣﻰﺩﺍﺭﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﭼﻪ ﻓﺎﯾﺪﻩ‪ ،‬ﯾﺎﺭ؟‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﭼﻰ ﭼﻪ ﻓﺎﯾﺪﻩ؟‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﺍﯾﻦ ﺩوﺳﺖ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻦﻫﺎ‪ ،‬ﺧﺎﻃﺮﺧﻮﺍﻫﻰﻫﺎ‪ ،‬ﺷﯿﺪﺍﯾﻰﻫﺎ‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﻣﻦ ﻧﻤﻰﺗﻮﺍﻧﻢ ﺍﯾﻦ ﻣﺮﺩ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﮐﻨﺎﺭ ﺗﻮ ﺑﺒﯿﻨﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﻣﻦ ﺑﻨﺪى ﺍﯾﻦ ﻣﺮﺩﻡ ‪ -‬ﺁﻗﺎ!‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﻣﻦ ﭼﻰ؟‬ ‫ﻗﯿﭽﻰ ﺭﺍ ﮔﺬﺍﺷﺖ ﺭوى ﻗﺎﻟﻰ‪ .‬ﺍﺯ ﻣﯿﺎﻥ ﭘﺴﺘﺎﻥﻫﺎﺵ ﯾﮏ ﮐﺎﺭﺩ ﺑﯿﺮوﻥ ﺁوﺭﺩ‪ .‬ﺩﺭ ﺁﯾﻨﻪ ﺑﻪ ﭼﻬﺮﻩﺍﺵ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﮐﺮﺩ‪ .‬ﺩﺭ‬ ‫ﻧﮕﺎﻫﺶ‪ ،‬ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﺩﺭﯾﻎ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﮐﺎﺭﺩ ﺭﺍ ﮐﺸﯿﺪ ﺑﻪ ﮔﻮﻧﻪی ﺭﺍﺳﺘﺶ‪ .‬ﺧﻮﻥ ﻓﻮﺭﺍﻥ ﮐﺮﺩ ﺑﻪ ﺁﯾﻨﻪ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺩﺳﺖ ﻣﻦ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﭼﻪ‬ ‫ﻣﻰﺩﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺁﯾﻨﻪ ﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺟﺎى ﺑﻮﺳﻪ‪ ،‬ﺯﺧﻢ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﭼﺸﯿﺪ؟ ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﮐﻦ‪ ،‬ﺁﻗﺎ!‬

‫ﻣﻦ ﺑﺎ وﯾﺮﺍﻧﻰ ﺍﺧﺖ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﻃﺒﻊ ﮔﺮگ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻢ‪ ،‬ﺍﻣﺎ ﺩﻟﺶ ﺭﺍ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺘﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺁﻥ ﺯﺧﻢ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﮐﻨﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﺣﺎﻻ ﻣﻦ ﻫﻢ ﻣﺜﻞ ﺗﻮ ﺭوى ﻧﺪﺍﺭﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﭼﻪ ﻓﺎﯾﺪﻩ‪ ،‬ﯾﺎﺭ؟‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﺑﯿﺎ ﺗﻮ ﺑﻐﻠﻢ‪ ،‬ﻣﺮﺩ‬ ‫و ﻣﻦ ﺁﯾﻨﻪ ﺭﺍ ﺍﺯ ﺩﺳﺖ ﻧﻬﺎﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﺳﺮ ﮔﺬﺍﺷﺘﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺯﺍﻧﻮى ﺍو‪ .‬ﺍﺯ ﺁﻧﺠﺎ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭﺍﺯ ﮐﺸﯿﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ ،‬ﭼﺸﻤﻢ ﺍﺯ ﻧﻮ ﺍﻓﺘﺎﺩ ﺑﻪ ﺁﻥ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﻣﻰﺧﻮﺍﻫﻰ ﺑﺮوﯾﻢ ﭘﺸﺖ ﺁﻥ ﺩﺭ؟‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﻣﻰﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ‬ ‫و ﻣﺎ ﺭﻓﺘﯿﻢ‪ .‬ﭘﯿﺶ ﺍﺯ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺑﻪ ﺣﺠﺮﻩﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﺭﻓﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﺍﻣﺎ ﺗﺎﺭﯾﮏ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ ،‬ﻧﺪﯾﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﺑﻮى ﻣﻘﺪﻡ ﻧﻤﻰﮔﺬﺍﺷﺖ ﺑﺒﯿﻨﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺣﺎﻻ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻘﺪﻡ ﺭﻓﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ ،‬ﺍﺗﺎﻕ ﺍﺯ ﮐﻮﺭﺳﻮى ﻧﻮﺭ ﺭوﺯ ﺭوﺷﻦ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﻰﺩﯾﺪﻡ‪ .‬ﺍﺯ ﺯﺧﻢ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﻫﻨﻮﺯ ﺧﻮﻥ ﻣﻰﺁﻣﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﯾﮏ ﺳﻮى ﺍﺗﺎﻕ‪ ،‬ﺑﻪ ﺟﺎى ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭ ﺍﺯ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺳﺮ ﺗﺎ ﺁﻥ ﺳﺮ ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩ ﺑﻪ ﺭﺍﻩ ﺑﺎﺯ ﻣﻰﺷﺪ و ﺁﻥ ﺭﺍﻩ ﺑﻪ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﻣﻰ ﭘﯿﻮﺳﺖ‪ .‬ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﺑﺎ ﻣﻦ ﺑﺨﻮﺍﺏ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺣﺠﺮﻩﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﻫﻨﻮﺯ ﺑﻮى ﻣﻘﺪﻡ ﻣﻰﺩﺍﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﻦ ﺍﺯ ﺑﻮى ﺍﯾﻦ ﻣﺮﺩ ﺩﻟﻢ ﺁﺷﻮﺏ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﺮﺩﺩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﻣﺎ ﺍﯾﺴﺘﺎﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﯾﻢ ﺭو ﺑﻪ ﺁﻥ‬ ‫ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺭﺍﻩ ﺑﺎﺯ ﻣﻰﺷﺪ‪ .‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺍﯾﺴﺘﺎﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻣﻘﺎﺑﻞ ﻣﻦ‪ .‬ﭘﯿﺮﻫﻦ ﺧﻮﺍﺑﺶ ﺍﺯ ﺭوى ﺷﺎﻧﻪ ﻟﻐﺰﯾﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺳﺮﺷﺎﻧﻪ ﻫﺎﺵ ﺑﺮﻫﻨﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﻮﻫﺎﺵ ﺑﻮى ﺯﯾﺘﻮﻥ ﻣﻰﺩﺍﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﻮﻫﺎﺵ ﺭﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻮﯾﯿﺪﻡ ﻣﺴﺖ ﺷﺪﻡ‪ .‬وﺍﻟﻪ و ﺷﯿﺪﺍﺵ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺳﺮﮔﺸﺘﻪﺍﺵ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﺩﺭ ﺗﺤﯿﺮ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﺍﺯ ﺍﯾﻦ ﻋﺸﻖ ﮐﻪ ﻧﺎﮔﻬﺎﻥ ﭼﻨﯿﻦ ﺟﻠﻮﻩ ﮐﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺍﺯ ﻋﺸﻖ ﺑﻰﺗﺎﺏ ﺷﺪﻡ‪ .‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ‬ ‫ﻫﻢ ﺑﻰﺗﺎﺏ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻫﻤﺎﻧﺠﻮﺭ ﮐﻪ ﭘﺸﺖ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺍﯾﺴﺘﺎﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ ،‬ﺩﺳﺘﺶ ﺭﺍ ﺍﺯ ﭘﺸﺖ ﺣﻠﻘﻪ ﮐﺮﺩ ﺑﻪ ﮔﺮﺩﻧﻢ‪ .‬ﺑﻪ ﺗﻨﺶ ﭘﯿﭻ و‬ ‫ﺗﺎﺏ ﺩﺍﺩ‪ .‬ﺍﺯ ﻣﻦ ﺑﺎﻻ ﮐﺸﯿﺪ‪ ،‬ﭘﺎﻫﺎﺵ ﺭﺍ ﺍﺯ ﭘﺸﺖ ﺑﻪ ﮐﻤﺮﻡ ﮔﺮﻩ ﺯﺩ‪ ،‬ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ ﭘﯿﭽﯿﺪ‪ ،‬و ﺑﺎ ﻣﻦ ﯾﮑﻰ ﺷﺪ‪ .‬ﺩﺭ ﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﺣﺎﻝ‬ ‫ﭼﺸﻤﻢ ﺍﻓﺘﺎﺩ ﺑﻪ ﯾﮏ ﻗﻄﺮﻩ ﺧﻮﻥ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺯﺧﻢ ﭼﻬﺮﻩﺍﺵ ﺑﺮ ﺯﻣﯿﻦ ﭼﮑﯿﺪ‪ .‬ﺭﺍﻩ ﺧﺎﻟﻰ ﺑﻮﺩ و ﭘﺮﻏﺒﺎﺭ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺯوﺯﻩی ﺑﺎﺩ‬ ‫ﻣﻰﺁﻣﺪ‪ .‬ﺍﻧﮕﺎﺭ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﺩﺭﺩ ﺩﺍﺷﺖ و ﻣﻰﻧﺎﻟﯿﺪ‪ .‬ﺍﻧﮕﺎﺭ ﺁﻥ ﯾﮏ ﻗﻄﺮﻩ ﺧﻮﻥ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﭼﻬﺮﻩی ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺑﺮ ﺯﻣﯿﻦ ﭼﮑﯿﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺧﻮﻥ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺩﺭ ﺗﺎﺭﯾﮏ ﺭوﺷﻨﺎى ﺣﺠﺮﻩﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﺧﻮﺏ ﮐﻪ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﮐﺮﺩﻡ‪ ،‬ﺩﯾﺪﻡ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﺧﻮﻥ ﯾﮏ ﮔﻞ ﭘﯿﭽﮏ ﺟﻮﺍﻧﻪ‬ ‫ﺯﺩﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‪ .‬ﻣﺎ ﻫﻤﺎﻧﻄﻮﺭ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﻫﻢ ﭘﯿﭽﯿﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﯾﻢ‪ ،‬ﺍﺯ ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩ ﺑﻪ ﺭﺍﻩ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﻣﻰﮐﺮﺩﯾﻢ‪ .‬ﻧﻤﻰﺩﺍﻧﻢ ﭼﻨﺪ ﺭوﺯ و ﭼﻨﺪ ﺷﺐ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺁﻥ ﺣﺎﻝ ﮔﺬﺷﺖ‪ .‬ﮔﻞ ﭘﯿﭽﮏ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻣﺘﺪﺍﺩ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭﻫﺎى ﺣﺠﺮﻩﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﺭﺷﺪ ﮐﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻃﻮﻓﺎﻥ ﻧﻄﻔﻪ ﺑﺴﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺑﺎﺩ‬ ‫ﻣﻰﻗﺮﻣﺒﯿﺪ‪ .‬ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﻧﺎﺁﺭﺍﻡ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺁﺏ ﺣﻮﺽ ﮔﻞ ﺁﻟﻮﺩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﺍﺯ ﻧﻮ ﺑﺪﺭ ﮐﺎﻣﻞ ﻣﻰﺷﺪ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻘﺪﻡ ﺍﺯ ﺭﺍﻩ ﺭﺳﯿﺪ‪ .‬ﭼﻤﺪﺍﻥ‬ ‫ﺣﻨﺎﯾﻰ ﻓﺎﻣﺶ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺮ ﺯﻣﯿﻦ ﮔﺬﺍﺷﺖ و ﺍﺯ ﺁﻧﺠﺎ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺭﺍﻩ ﺍﯾﺴﺘﺎﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ ،‬ﺑﻪ ﻣﺎ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﮐﺮﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻏﻮﺵ ﻣﻦ ﺍﺯ‬ ‫ﺧﻮﺩ وﺍﺭﻓﺖ‪ .‬ﺧﻮﺩ ﺭﺍ ﺭﻫﺎ ﮐﺮﺩ و ﻣﻦ ﺑﺎ ﺍو ﺭﻫﺎ ﺷﺪﻡ‪ .‬ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﺑﺮو‪ ،‬ﺁﻗﺎى ﻣﻦ‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﮐﺠﺎ؟‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﺗﻮ ﻣﮕﺮ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻧﻰ ﻧﺒﻮﺩى‪ ،‬ﻣﮕﺮ ﺗﻮ ﮔﺮگﺧﻮ ﻧﺒﻮﺩى؟‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﺗﻨﻢ ﺑﻮى ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻪ‪ .‬ﻣﻦ ﺣﺎﻻ ﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﮐﺠﺎ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺮوﻡ؟‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﻣﻘﺪﻡ ﻣﻨﺘﻈﺮ ﺍﺳﺖ‪ .‬ﮔﻨﺎﻩ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﻧﺎﺁﺭﺍﻡ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﻦ ﺑﻨﺪى ﺍو ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﺑﻮى ﺗﻦ ﺍو ﺭﺍ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﻧﻤﻰﺗﻮﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﺳﺮ ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭﻡ ﺑﻪ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ‪ .‬ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﺁﻩ‬ ‫ﻣﺎ ﮐﺰ ﺳﺮ ﺳﻮﺯ ﻣﻰ ﺁﯾﺪ ﭘﯿﺸﮑﺶ ﺗﻮ ﯾﺎﺭ؛ و ﺭﻓﺘﻢ‪ .‬ﺩﺭ ﭘﺮﯾﺨﺎﻧﻪ ﺭﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺎﺯ ﮐﺮﺩﻡ‪ ،‬ﻫﻤﯿﻦ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺩﺭ ﺑﯿﺮوﻥ ﺭﻓﺘﻢ‪ ،‬ﻣﻘﺪﻡ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﺩﺭ‪ ،‬ﺩﺭ ﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﻟﺤﻈﻪ وﺍﺭﺩ ﺷﺪ‪ .‬ﺑﻰﭼﺎﺭﻩ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﺍﮔﺮ ﻣﻰﺗﻮﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﻣﻦ ﺍﯾﻦ ﻣﺮﺩ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎ ﻫﻤﯿﻦ ﺩﺳﺘﻬﺎﯾﻢ‬ ‫ﻣﻰ ﮐﺸﺘﻢ‪ .‬ﺍﮔﺮ ﻣﻰﺗﻮﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ‪ ،‬ﺧﯿﺰ ﺑﺮﻣﻰﺩﺍﺷﺘﻢ و ﺷﺎﻫﺮﮔﺶ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺩﻧﺪﺍﻥ ﻣﻰﮔﺰﯾﺪﻡ‪ .‬ﻣﻦ ﺍﺯ ﻧﻔﺮﺕ ﯾﮑﺴﺮ ﻃﺎﻫﺮ ﺷﺪﻩ‬ ‫ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﺭﻓﺘﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ‪ .‬ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﺧﺸﻤﮕﯿﻦ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺑﺎﺩ ﺩﺭ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﻣﻰﻗﺮﻣﺒﯿﺪ‪ .‬ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﺁﺑﺴﺘﻦ ﻃﻮﻓﺎﻥ ﺑﻮﺩ و ﺩﺭﺩ ﺩﺍﺷﺖ‪ .‬ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺩﺭﺩ ﺷﻦ ﺗﻒ ﻣﻰ ﮐﺮﺩ ﺑﻪ ﭼﻬﺮﻩی ﻣﺮﺩ ﺑﻰ ﭼﻬﺮﻩﺍى ﮐﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺑﯿﺪﺍﺭﻡ ﮐﺮﺩ‪ .‬ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﺁﻗﺎ ﺟﻮﻧﻢ ‪ ...‬ﺑﯿﺪﺍﺭ‬ ‫ﺷﻮ‬

‫ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﺑﯿﺪﺍﺭى ﻧﺒﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﻫﻢ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﺳﻼﻡ‪ ،‬ﺧﺎﻧﻢ ﺯﯾﺒﺎ‬ ‫ﺧﻨﺪﯾﺪ‪ .‬ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﺳﻼﻡ و ﺯﻫﺮ ﻣﺎﺭ‪ .‬ﺗﺎ ﮐﻰ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ‪ ،‬ﺗﺎ ﮐﻰ ﮐﺎﻫﻠﻰ‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﭼﻄﻮﺭ ﻣﮕﻪ‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﻣﮕﺮ ﻧﻤﻰﺑﯿﻨﻰ؟‬ ‫ﭼﺸﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺩﯾﺪﻥ ﺑﺎﺯ ﮐﺮﺩﻡ‪ ،‬ﺩﯾﺪﻡ ﺷﺐ ﺍﺯ ﻧﯿﻤﻪ ﮔﺬﺷﺘﻪ ﺍﺳﺖ‪ .‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﺑﺪﺭ ﮐﺎﻣﻞ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺑﺎﺩ ﺩﺭ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﻣﻰﻗﺮﻣﺒﯿﺪ‪ .‬ﭘﻮﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﻣﻠﺘﻬﺐ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﻦ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ ﻧﺒﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﺑﻮى ﮔﺮگ ﺍﺯ ﺗﻨﻢ ﺭﻓﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﺑﺮوﯾﻢ ﺗﻨﻰ ﺑﺰﻧﯿﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺁﺏ؟‬ ‫ﻟﺐ ﺑﺮﭼﯿﺪ‪ .‬ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﻧﻤﻰ ﺷﻪ‪ ،‬ﻋﺰﯾﺰ ﺩﻝ‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﭼﺮﺍ؟‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﻣﮕﺮ ﻧﻤﻰ ﺑﯿﻨﻰ؟‬ ‫ﻣﻦ ﮐﻮﺭ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﺍﻧﮕﺎﺭ‪ .‬ﻣﻰ ﺩﯾﺪﻡ‪ ،‬ﺍﻣﺎ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﺑﯿﻨﺎﯾﻰ ﯾﮏ ﻧﺎﺑﯿﻨﺎﯾﻰ ﻫﻢ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﻦ ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﺯﺧﻢ ﭼﻬﺮﻩ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻰ ﺩﯾﺪﻡ و‬ ‫ﭘﯿﭽﮏ ﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺍﯾﻦ ﻣﺪﺕ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻣﺘﺪﺍﺩ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭﻫﺎى ﭘﺮﯾﺨﺎﻧﻪ ﺭﺷﺪ ﮐﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﻣﻦ ﮐﻮﺭﻡ ﺍﻧﮕﺎﺭ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﮐﻮﺭ ﺍﻟﺨﻨﺎﺱ ‪...‬‬ ‫و ﺧﻨﺪﯾﺪ‪ .‬ﺍﺯ ﺍﺭﺗﻌﺎﺵ ﺧﻨﺪﻩﺍﺵ‪ ،‬ﺩﻟﻢ ﺷﮑﺴﺖ‪ .‬ﺍﺯ ﺩﻝ ﭼﯿﺰى ﺑﺎﻗﻰ ﻧﻤﺎﻧﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺍو ﭘﯿﺸﮑﺶ ﮐﻨﻢ‪ .‬ﺁﺏ ﺣﻮﺽ‬ ‫ﮔﻞﺁﻟﻮﺩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﺁﺑﺴﺘﻦ ﻃﻮﻓﺎﻥ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﻘﺪﻡ ﺑﻪ ﺳﻔﺮ ﺭﻓﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﺎ ﮐﻮﺭﻣﺎﻝ ﺑﻪ ﺣﺠﺮﻩﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﺭﻓﺘﯿﻢ ﮐﻪ ﻃﻮﻓﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺗﻤﺎﺷﺎ ﮐﻨﯿﻢ‪ .‬ﺍﯾﺴﺘﺎﺩﯾﻢ ﻣﻘﺎﺑﻞ ﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺭﺍﻩ ﺑﺎﺯﻣﻰﺷﺪ‪ .‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﻫﻢ ﻣﺜﻞ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﺑﻰ ﺗﺎﺏ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻫﻤﺎﻧﺠﻮﺭ ﮐﻪ‬ ‫ﭘﺸﺖ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺍﯾﺴﺘﺎﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ ،‬ﺩﺳﺘﺶ ﺭﺍ ﺍﺯ ﭘﺸﺖ ﺣﻠﻘﻪ ﮐﺮﺩ ﺑﻪ ﮔﺮﺩﻧﻢ‪ .‬ﺑﻪ ﺗﻨﺶ ﭘﯿﭻ و ﺗﺎﺏ ﺩﺍﺩ‪ .‬ﺍﺯ ﻣﻦ ﺑﺎﻻ ﮐﺸﯿﺪ‪،‬‬ ‫ﭘﺎﻫﺎﺵ ﺭﺍ ﺍﺯ ﭘﺸﺖ ﺑﻪ ﮐﻤﺮﻡ ﮔﺮﻩ ﺯﺩ‪ ،‬ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ ﭘﯿﭽﯿﺪ‪ ،‬و ﺑﺎ ﻣﻦ ﯾﮑﻰ ﺷﺪ‪ .‬ﺳﭙﯿﺪﻩ ﺑﺮﺩﻣﯿﺪ‪ .‬ﺳﺎﻋﺘﻰ ﻫﻢ ﮔﺬﺷﺖ‪ .‬ﺁﻧﮕﺎﻩ‬ ‫ﻃﻮﻓﺎﻥ ﺍﺯ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﺯﺍﯾﯿﺪﻩ ﺷﺪ‪ .‬ﻧﻮﺭ ﺭوﺯ ﺷﻔﺎﻓﯿﺖ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﻏﺒﺎﺭ ﻣﻰﺑﺎﺧﺖ‪ .‬ﻫﻤﻪ ﺟﺎ ﺑﻪ ﺭﻧﮓ ﻗﻬﻮﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﻦ ﺩﺭ‬ ‫ﺟﺴﻢ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﻏﻮﻃﻪ ﻣﻰﺧﻮﺭﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﻣﻦ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ ﮔﺬﺷﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﻧﺒﻮﺩﻡ‪ ،‬و ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﺣﺎﻝ ﮐﻪ ﻧﺒﻮﺩﻡ‪ ،‬ﺑﺎ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺯﻧﺪﮔﻰ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﻟﺤﻈﻪ ﻧﯿﮏ ﺑﻪ ﻧﻈﺮ ﻣﻰﺭﺳﯿﺪ‪ .‬ﺩﺭ ﭘﺮﯾﺨﺎﻧﻪ ﻣﺎ ﺍﺯ ﮔﺰﻧﺪ ﻃﻮﻓﺎﻥ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻣﺎﻥ ﺑﻮﺩﯾﻢ‪ .‬ﺍﯾﺴﺘﺎﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﯾﻢ ﻣﻘﺎﺑﻞ‬ ‫ﺭﺍﻩ و ﭘﺸﺖ ﮐﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﯾﻢ ﺑﻪ ﻫﻤﻪی ﺭﺍﻩﻫﺎ‪ .‬ﺑﺎﺩ ﺑﺎ ﺧﻮﺩ ﮐﺎﻏﺬﻫﺎى ﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﮐﺘﺎﺏ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻰﺁوﺭﺩ ﮐﻪ ﺷﺒﻰ ﺍﺯ ﺷﺐﻫﺎى‬ ‫ﭼﻬﺎﺭﺩﻫﻢ ﻣﺎﻩ ﺩﺭ ﺟﺮﺯ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭ ﯾﺎﻓﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﮐﺎﻏﺬﻫﺎ ﺩﺭ ﻫﻮﺍ ﻣﺜﻞ ﭘﺮﻧﺪﻩﻫﺎﯾﻰ ﺑﻰﭘﺮوﺍﺯ ﻣﻌﻠﻖ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ‪ .‬ﻣﻦ ﺩﺭ ﻫﻤﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﻟﺤﻈﻪ ﺁﻥ ﭼﻤﺪﺍﻥ ﺣﻨﺎﯾﻰ ﻓﺎﻡ ﺭﺍ ﺩﯾﺪﻡ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺎ ﺑﺎﺩ ﻣﻰ ﺭﻓﺖ‪ .‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﻫﻢ ﺁﻥ ﭼﻤﺪﺍﻥ ﺣﻨﺎﯾﻰ ﻓﺎﻡ ﺭﺍ ﺩﯾﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﮔﻔﺖ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺑﺎﯾﺪ ﺑﺮوﻡ ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﮐﺠﺎ‪ ،‬ﺧﺎﻧﻢ؟‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﻣﻦ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻧﻰﺍﻡ‪ .‬ﺗﺎﺏ ﻣﺎﻧﺪﻧﻢ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﺩﺭ ﺍﯾﻦ ﻃﻮﻓﺎﻥ‪ ،‬ﺁﺧﺮ؟‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﻃﻮﻓﺎﻥ ﺧﻮﺍﺑﯿﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮐﺠﺎ ﻃﻮﻓﺎﻥ ﺧﻮﺍﺑﯿﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ؟ ﺑﯿﺪﺍﺭ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪ :‬ﺑﻤﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪ :‬ﻧﻤﻰﺷﻪ‪ ،‬ﺁﻗﺎ ﺟﻮﻧﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﭘﻮﺳﺘﺶ ﺍﻟﺘﻬﺎﺏ ﺩﺍﺷﺖ‪ .‬ﺁﺏ ﺣﻮﺽ ﺍﺯ ﻃﻮﻓﺎﻥ ﮔﻞﺁﻟﻮﺩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺩﺭﺧﺖ ﺯﯾﺘﻮﻥ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻦ ﺑﺎ ﺗﺒﺮ ﺯﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﭘﻨﺎﻫﻰ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ ﺁﻥ‬ ‫ﺍﻃﺮﺍﻑ‪ .‬ﻃﻮﻓﺎﻥ ﺍﺯ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﺯﺍﯾﯿﺪﻩ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺗﺎ ﻫﻔﺖ ﺷﺒﺎﻧﻪ ﺭوﺯ ﺯﻧﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺩﺭ ﺷﺐ ﭼﻬﺎﺭﺩﻫﻢ ﻣﺎﻩ‪ ،‬وﻗﺘﻰ ﻣﺎﻩ ﺑﺪﺭ ﺑﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﻣﻰﻣﺮﺩ‪ .‬ﺍﯾﻨﻬﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﮐﺘﺎﺏ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﺩﺭ ﮐﺘﺎﺏ ﺁﻣﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻤﮑﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺯﻧﻰ ﺍﺯ ﻓﮑﺮ ﻃﻮﻓﺎﻥ ﺑﻰﺗﺎﺏ ﺷﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻤﮑﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺁﻥ ﺯﻥ ﺑﺎ ﻃﻮﻓﺎﻥ ﺳﺮ ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭﺩ ﺑﻪ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ‪ .‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻧﻰ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺩﺭ وﻗﺘﻰ ﮐﻪ ﻃﻮﻓﺎﻥ ﻫﻨﻮﺯ ﻧﺨﻮﺍﺑﯿﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺳﺮ ﮔﺬﺍﺷﺖ ﺑﻪ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ‪ .‬ﺍو ﺭﺍ ﺟﺴﺘﺠﻮ ﮐﺮﺩﻡ و ﻧﯿﺎﻓﺘﻢ‪ .‬ﺍو ﺭﺍ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪﻡ و ﺟﻮﺍﺑﻢ ﻧﺪﺍﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﯿﺮ‪ ،‬ﻣﻨﯿﺮﮐﻢ‪ ،‬ﺩﺧﺘﺮک‬

‫ﺯﯾﺒﺎ‪ ...‬ﺩﺳﺖ ﭼﭗ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺯﻥ ﺯﯾﺮ ﺳﺮﻡ ﺑﻮﺩ و ﺑﺎ ﺩﺳﺖ ﺭﺍﺳﺘﺶ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻏﻮﺵ ﻣﻰ ﮐﺸﯿﺪ‪ .‬ﻣﺤﺒﻮﺏ ﻣﻦ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬وﻗﺘﻰ‬ ‫ﻃﻮﻓﺎﻥ ﺑﻪ ﺧﻮﺍﺑﻢ ﻣﻰ ﺁﻣﺪ‪ ،‬ﻣﺤﺒﻮﺑﻢ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﺑﯿﺪﺍﺭ ﻣﻰ ﮐﺮﺩ‪ .‬ﺣﺎﻻ ﮐﻰ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﻃﻮﻓﺎﻥ ﺑﯿﺪﺍﺭ ﻣﻰﮐﻨﺪ؟‬