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‫ﻣﺎ ﺍﺯ ﻫﻢ ﺩوﺭ ﻫﺴﺘﯿﻢ و وﺍﻗﻌﺎ ﻧﻤﻰﺩﺍﻧﻢ ﺁﯾﺎ ﺻﻼﺡ ﺍﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺧﺼﻮﺻﻰﺗﺮﯾﻦ ﭼﯿﺰﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺭوى ﮐﺎﻏﺬ ﺑﯿﺎوﺭﻡ و ﺑﺪﻫﻢ ﺑﻪ‬ ‫ﺩﺳﺖ ﺷﻤﺎ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺒﺮﯾﺪ ﺧﺎﻧﻪﺗﺎﻥ‪ ،‬ﺩﺭﺍﺯ ﺑﮑﺸﯿﺪ ﺭوى ﮐﺎﻧﺎﭘﻪ ﯾﺎ ﺑﻨﺸﯿﻨﯿﺪ ﺭوى ﻣﺒﻞ‪ ،‬ﭼﺮﺍﻍ ﻣﻄﺎﻟﻌﻪ ﺭﺍ ﻫﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺣﺘﻤﺎً ﭘﯿﺶ ﺍﺯ‬ ‫ﺁﻥ ﺭوﺷﻦ ﮐﺮﺩﻩﺍﯾﺪ و ﺑﻪ ﺟﺎى ﺍﯾﻦ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺍﺳﺘﺎﻥ ﻣﻦ و ﺯﺭى ﺭﺍ ﺑﺨﻮﺍﻧﯿﺪ‪ ،‬ﺗﺎ ﻧﯿﻤﻪ ﻫﺎى ﺷﺐ ﺑﻪ ﺗﻠﻮﯾﺰﯾﻮﻥ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﮐﻨﯿﺪ و‬ ‫ﺑﻌﺪﺵ ﺩﺭ ﺗﺎﺭﯾﮑﻰ ﭼﺸﻢ ﺑﺪوﺯﯾﺪ ﺑﻪ ﺳﻘﻒ ﺗﺎﺭﯾﮏ و ﺳﺮﺩﺗﺎﻥ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ و ﺍﺯ ﺳﺮﻣﺎ ﺧﻮﺍﺏﺗﺎﻥ ﻧﺒﺮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺯﺭى ﻓﮑﺮ ﻣﻰ ﮐﻨﺪ ﻣﻦ ﺑﺎﯾﺪ ﻫﺮ ﻫﻔﺖ ﺳﺎﻝ و ﭘﻨﺞ ﻣﺎﻩ ﯾﮏ ﮐﺘﺎﺏ ﺑﻨﻮﯾﺴﻢ‪ .‬ﻫﻔﺖ ﺳﺎﻝ و ﭘﻨﺞ ﻣﺎﻩ ﭘﯿﺶ ﮐﺘﺎﺏ ﺩﺍﺳﺘﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﮔﻞ ﺁﻓﺘﺎﺑﮕﺮﺩﺍﻥ ﺭﺍ ﻧﻮﺷﺘﻢ ﮐﻪ ﻫﺮ ﺩوﯾﺴﺖ و ﻫﻔﺘﺎﺩ و ﭘﻨﺞ ﻧﺴﺨﻪﺍﺵ ﺭﺍ ﻫﻔﺘﻪ ﭘﯿﺶ ﺯﺭى ﺍﺯ ﮐﺘﺎﺑﻔﺮوﺷﻰ ﺁﻗﺎى ﻫﺪﺍﯾﺖ‬ ‫ﭘﺲ ﮔﺮﻓﺖ و ﺑﻪ ﻗﺎﻋﺪﻩ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺭﺍ ﭼﯿﺪ ﺭوى ﻫﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮐﺘﺎﺏ ﮔﻞ ﺁﻓﺘﺎﺑﮕﺮﺩﺍﻥ ﺑﺎ ﺩو ﻫﺰﺍﺭ و ﻫﻔﺖﺻﺪ و ﭘﻨﺞ ﺻﻔﺤﻪ ﺩﺭ ﻗﻄﻊ وﺯﯾﺮى ﻣﻨﺘﺸﺮ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‪ .‬ﺯﺭى ﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﺭوﺯ‬ ‫ﮐﺘﺎﺏﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﭼﯿﺪ ﺭوى ﻫﻢ و ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﯾﮏ ﺗﺨﺖﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﺳﺎﺧﺖ‪ .‬ﺑﻌﺪ ﺑﺮﻫﻨﻪ ﺷﺪ‪ .‬ﺩﺳﺖ ﺭوى ﭘﺮ ﭘﺴﺘﺎﻥﻫﺎﺵ ﮔﺬﺍﺷﺘﻢ ﮐﻪ‬ ‫ﯾﮏ ﺟﻮﺭ ﺳﻔﺘﻰ ﻧﺮﻡ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺍﯾﻦ ﻃﻮﺭ ﺑﻮﺩ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺎ ﻫﻢ ﺧﻮﺍﺑﯿﺪﯾﻢ‪ .‬ﺑﻌﺪﺵ ﻫﻢ ﺍﺳﻢ ﺗﺨﺖﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﺭﺍ ﮔﺬﺍﺷﺘﯿﻢ ﺗﺨﺖﺧﻮﺍﺏ‬ ‫ﮔﻞ ﺁﻓﺘﺎﺑﮕﺮﺩﺍﻥ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺣﺎﻻ ﻫﻔﺖ ﺳﺎﻝ و ﭘﻨﺞ ﻣﺎﻩ ﮔﺬﺷﺘﻪ و ﻣﻦ ﻫﻨﻮﺯ ﭼﯿﺰى ﻧﻨﻮﺷﺘﻪﺍﻡ‪ .‬ﺑﺮﺍى ﻫﻤﯿﻦ ﺗﺼﻤﯿﻢ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻢ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺩﺍﺳﺘﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻨﻮﯾﺴﻢ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻣﻬﻢ ﻫﻢ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺍﺳﺘﺎﻧﻢ ﭼﻪ ﻃﻮﺭ ﺗﻤﺎﻡ ﺷﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﻬﻢ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺗﺼﻤﯿﻢ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻢ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺩﻓﻌﻪ ﯾﮏ ﺩﺍﺳﺘﺎﻥ ﺟﻤﻊ و‬ ‫ﺟﻮﺭ ﺑﻨﻮﯾﺴﻢ‪ .‬ﭼﻮﻥ ﺍﯾﻨﺠﺎ ﮐﻪ ﻫﺴﺘﻢ ﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﺍﺻﻼ ﺟﺎ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ و ﺗﺨﺖﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﮔﻞ ﺁﻓﺘﺎﺑﮕﺮﺩﺍﻥ ﻫﻢ ﺑﻪ ﻗﺪﺭى ﻧﺎﺭﺍﺣﺖ‬ ‫ﺍﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺍﮔﺮ وﺳﻮﺳﻪ ﺑﺮﻫﻨﮕﻰ ﺯﺭى ﻧﺒﺎﺷﺪ ﻫﺮﮔﺰ ﺭوى ﺁﻥ ﻧﻤﻰﺧﻮﺍﺑﻢ و ﻣﺜﻞ ﺷﻤﺎ ﺩﺭ ﺗﺎﺭﯾﮑﻰ ﻣﻰﻧﺸﯿﻨﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺻﻔﺤﻪ‬ ‫ﺗﻠﻮﯾﺰﯾﻮﻥ ﭼﺸﻢ ﻣﻰﺩوﺯﻡ‪ .‬ﺑﻌﺪ ﺣﺘﻰ وﺳﻂ ﭼﻠﻪ ﺗﺎﺑﺴﺘﺎﻥ ﻫﻢ ﺳﺮﺩﻡ ﻣﻰﺷﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺍﻧﮕﺎﺭ ﮐﻪ ﻣﺜﻼ ﺷﺐ ﯾﻠﺪﺍ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﯾﻨﺠﺎ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻦ ﻫﺴﺘﻢ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺷﺐﻫﺎ ﺑﻪ ﺑﻠﻨﺪى ﺷﺐ ﯾﻠﺪﺍﺳﺖ و ﻫﻤﻪ ﺭوﺯﻫﺎ ﺑﻬﺎﺭىﺳﺖ‪ .‬ﯾﮏ ﺣﯿﺎﻁ ﮐﻮﭼﮏ ﻫﻢ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ ﺑﺎ‬ ‫ﯾﮏ ﺑﺎﻏﭽﻪ ﮐﻪ ﺷﻤﺎ ﻧﻤﻰﺑﯿﻨﯿﺪﺵ‪ .‬ﺯﺭى ﺩﺭ ﺑﺎﻏﭽﻪ ﮔﻞ ﻧﺴﺘﺮﻥ و ﺷﻤﻌﺪﺍﻧﻰ ﮐﺎﺷﺘﻪ‪ .‬ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭﻫﺎ ﻫﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺷﻤﺸﺎﺩ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﯾﮏ ﺩﺭﺧﺖ ﮔﯿﻼﺱ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ ﮐﻪ ﺷﺎﺧﻪﻫﺎﺵ ﺍﺯ ﺳﻨﮕﯿﻨﻰ ﺑﺎﺭ ﺷﮑﻮﻓﻪﻫﺎ ﺩﺭ ﻣﺮﺯ ﺑﯿﻦ ﺷﮑﺴﺘﻦ و ﻧﺸﮑﺴﺘﻦ ﺳﺮﮔﺮﺩﺍﻥ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺳﺮ ﻃﺎﻗﭽﻪ ﯾﮏ ﺗﻨﮓ ﺑﻠﻮﺭ ﻫﻢ ﻫﺴﺖ ﺑﺎ ﯾﮏ ﻣﺎﻫﻰ ﻗﺮﻣﺰ ﮐﻮﭼﻮﻟﻮ‪ .‬ﺯﺭى ﻣﺎﻫﻰ ﻗﺮﻣﺰ ﺭﺍ ﺩوﺳﺖ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﻦ ﺍﻣﺎ ﺑﻪ ﺍو‬ ‫ﺣﺴﻮﺩﯾﻢ ﻣﻰﺷﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺯﺭى ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﺪ ﺑﯿﺶ ﺍﺯ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﺯﻩ ﻏﯿﺮﺗﻰ ﻫﺴﺘﻰ‪ .‬ﺍﻣﺎ ﻣﻰﺩﺍﻧﯿﻢ ﮐﻪ ﻏﯿﺮﺕ ﭘﯿﺮﻫﻦ ﻣﺮﺩﺍﻧﻪ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ ﮐﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﻧﺪﺍﺯﻩ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻪ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ‪ .‬ﺩﻟﻢ ﻧﻤﻰﺧﻮﺍﻫﺪ وﻗﺘﻰ ﮐﻪ ﺭوى ﺗﺨﺖﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﺁﻓﺘﺎﺑﮕﺮﺩﺍﻥ ﺩﺳﺖ ﺑﻪ ﻧﺮﻣﻰ ﭘﺴﺘﺎﻥﻫﺎى ﺳﻔﺖ ﺯﺭى‬ ‫ﻣﻰﮐﺸﻢ‪ ،‬ﻣﺎﻫﻰ ﻗﺮﻣﺰ ﺍﺯ ﭘﺸﺖ ﺗﻨﮓ ﺑﻠﻮﺭ ﺑﺎ ﺁﻥ ﭼﺸﻢ ﺩﺭﯾﺪﻩﺍﺵ ﺯﻝ ﺯﻝ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﮐﻨﺪ‪ .‬ﺑﺮﺍى ﻫﻤﯿﻦ ﻫﺮ وﻗﺖ ﮐﻪ‬ ‫ﻣﻮﻗﻌﺶ ﻣﻰﺭﺳﺪ ﯾﮏ ﭘﺎﺭﭼﻪ ﺍﻃﻠﺲ ﻗﺮﻣﺰ ﺑﺎ ﮔﻞﻫﺎى ﺑﺮﺟﺴﺘﻪ ﻣﻰﺍﻧﺪﺍﺯﻡ ﺭوى ﺗﻨﮓ ﺑﻠﻮﺭ‪ .‬ﺑﻌﺪ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺟﺎ ﺗﺎﺭﯾﮏ ﺗﺎﺭﯾﮏ‬ ‫ﻣﻰﺷﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺁﻥوﻗﺖ ﺩﺭ ﺟﺎﯾﻰ ﺑﯿﻦ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ و ﺑﯿﺪﺍﺭى ﺑﻪ ﻣﺎﻫﻰ ﻗﺮﻣﺰ ﻓﮑﺮ ﻣﻰﮐﻨﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺧﯿﺲ ﺍﺳﺖ و ﺍﺣﺘﻤﺎﻻ ﺩﺭ ﺗﺎﺭﯾﮑﻰ‬ ‫ﭘﯿﺶ ﺧﻮﺩﺵ ﻓﮑﺮ ﻣﻰﮐﻨﺪ ﻧﺮﻣﻰ ﭘﺴﺘﺎﻥﻫﺎى ﺯﺭى ﭼﻘﺪﺭ ﺳﻔﺖ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﭘﺎﺭﭼﻪ ﺍﻃﻠﺲ ﻗﺮﻣﺰ ﺭﺍ ﺍﺯ ﻟﺒﺎﺱ ﻋﺮوﺳﻰ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡ ﺑﺮﯾﺪﻡ‪ .‬ﺑﺎﻗﻰ ﻟﺒﺎﺱ ﻫﻨﻮﺯ ﺩﺭ ﮐﻤﺪ ﺁوﯾﺰﺍﻥ ﺍﺳﺖ‪ .‬ﭼﻮﻥ ﻫﺮ ﭼﻪ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ‬ ‫ﺑﯿﺪﻫﺎ ﻫﻢ ﻣﺜﻞ ﺁﺩﻡﻫﺎ ﺣﻖ ﺣﯿﺎﺕ ﺩﺍﺭﻧﺪ و ﻧﻤﻰﺩﺍﻧﻢ ﺍﮔﺮ ﻟﺒﺎﺱ ﻋﺮوﺳﻰ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ‪ ،‬ﺑﯿﺪﻫﺎ ﭼﮕﻮﻧﻪ ﻣﻰﺗﻮﺍﻧﺴﺘﻨﺪ ﺑﻪ ﺍﯾﻦ‬ ‫ﺳﺮﻋﺖ ﺯﺍﺩ و وﻟﺪ ﮐﻨﻨﺪ‪ .‬ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﭼﯿﺰى ﮐﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﮐﻮﺩﮐﯿﻢ ﭘﯿﻮﻧﺪ ﻣﻰﺩﻫﺪ‪ ،‬ﻫﻤﯿﻦ ﻟﺒﺎﺱ ﺑﯿﺪﺯﺩﻩ ﻋﺮوﺳﻰ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮔﺎﻫﻰ ﭘﯿﺶ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ ﻓﮑﺮ ﻣﻰﮐﻨﻢ ﭼﺮﺍ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡ ﺑﻪ ﺟﺎى ﺗﻮﺭ ﺳﻔﯿﺪ ﺍﺯ ﭘﺎﺭﭼﻪ ﺍﻃﻠﺲ ﻗﺮﻣﺰ ﺍﺳﺘﻔﺎﺩﻩ ﮐﺮﺩﻩ‪ .‬ﺍﯾﻦ ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﻣﻌﻤﺎى‬ ‫ﺩوﺭﺍﻥ ﮐﻮﺩﮐﯿﻢ ﺍﺳﺖ‪ .‬ﯾﮏ ﺳﻤﺎوﺭ ﺫﻏﺎﻟﻰ ﺧﺎﻣﻮﺵ ﻫﻢ ﺩﺍﺭﯾﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺟﻬﺎﺯ ﺯﺭىﺳﺖ‪ .‬ﺑﺎ ﻫﻢ ﻗﺮﺍﺭ ﮔﺬﺍﺷﺘﻪﺍﯾﻢ ﮐﻪ ﻫﺮ‬

‫وﻗﺖ ﺑﯿﺪﻫﺎ ﮐﺎﺭﺷﺎﻥ ﺑﺎ ﻟﺒﺎﺱ ﻋﺮوﺳﻰ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡ ﺗﻤﺎﻡ ﺷﺪ‪ ،‬ﺳﻤﺎوﺭ و ﺗﻨﮓ ﺑﻠﻮﺭ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎ ﻫﻢ ﺑﯿﻨﺪﺍﺯﯾﻢ ﺩوﺭ‪ .‬ﺯﺭى ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﻫﻤﯿﻦ ﺟﺎ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻦ ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻪﺍﻡ‪ ،‬ﺩﺍﺷﺖ ﺑﻪ ﻣﺎﻫﻰ ﻗﺮﻣﺰ ﺩﺭ ﺗﻨﮓ ﺑﻠﻮﺭ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﻣﻰﮐﺮﺩ‪ .‬ﺷﺐ ﺑﻮﺩ و ﺩو ﺗﺎ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩ‪ ،‬ﯾﮑﻰ ﮐﻮﭼﮏ‬ ‫و ﯾﮑﻰ ﺑﺰﺭگ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻨﺪ ﺗﻮى ﻗﺎﺏ ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩ ﺑﻪ ﻫﻢ ﻧﺰﺩﯾﮏ ﻣﻰﺷﺪﻧﺪ‪ .‬ﯾﮏ ﺷﻬﺎﺏ ﺛﺎﻗﺐ ﻫﻢ ﺧﻠﻮﺕ ﺁﻧﻬﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﻫﻢ ﻣﻰﺯﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺯﺭى ﮔﻔﺘﻢ »ﺯﺭى ﺟﺎﻥ! ﺑﻬﺘﺮ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺗﻨﮓ ﺑﻠﻮﺭ و ﺳﻤﺎوﺭ و ﻟﺒﺎﺱ ﻋﺮوﺳﻰ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺒﺨﺸﯿﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺳﭙﻮﺭ ﻣﺤﻞ؟«‬ ‫ﺯﺭى ﮔﻔﺖ «ﺑﺬﺍﺭ ﺑﺎ ﺣﺎﻓﻆ ﻓﺎﻝ ﺑﮕﯿﺮﻡ‪«.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻦ ﻫﯿﭻ ﺧﻮﺷﻢ ﻧﻤﻰﺁﯾﺪ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺎ ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﮐﺘﺎﺑﻰ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ ﻓﺎﻝ ﺑﮕﯿﺮﻧﺪ‪ .‬ﺑﺮﺍى ﻫﻤﯿﻦ ﺑﻪ ﺁﻥ ﺩو ﺗﺎ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﮐﺮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩ‬ ‫ﮐﻮﭼﮏ ﺭﻓﺖ ﮐﻨﺎﺭ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩ ﺑﺰﺭگ ﻧﺸﺴﺖ و ﺷﺪ ﯾﮏ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩ ﺧﯿﻠﻰ ﺑﺰﺭگ ﭘﺮﻧﻮﺭ‪ .‬ﺷﻬﺎﺏ ﻫﻢ ﺩﺭ ﺍﯾﻦ ﻣﯿﺎﻥ ﺩﺭ ﭘﻬﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ ﮔﻢ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺯﺭى ﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪ‪« :‬ﺍى ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﮐﻮﭼﻪ ﻣﻌﺸﻮﻗﻪ ﻣﺎ ﻣﻰﮔﺬﺭى ﺑﺮﺣﺬﺭ ﺑﺎﺵ ﮐﻪ ﺳﺮ ﻣﻰﺷﮑﻨﺪ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭﺵ«‬ ‫ﺍﯾﻦﻃﻮﺭ ﺷﺪ ﮐﻪ ﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﺷﺐ ﺭﻓﺘﻢ ﻟﺒﺎﺱ ﻋﺮوﺳﻰ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺮﯾﺪﻡ و ﭘﺎﺭﻩ ﭘﺎﺭﻩﻫﺎى ﺍﻃﻠﺲ ﻗﺮﻣﺰﺵ ﺭﺍ ﮐﺮﺩﻡ ﺣﺠﺎﺏ‬ ‫ﺗﻨﮓ ﺑﻠﻮﺭ‪ .‬و ﺑﻌﺪﺵ ﻫﻢ ﭼﻘﺪﺭ ﮔﺮﯾﻪ ﮐﺮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﻣﻦ ﺟﺰ ﺁﻥ ﯾﮏ ﺑﺎﺭ ﻫﺮﮔﺰ ﮔﺮﯾﻪ ﻧﮑﺮﺩﻩﺍﻡ‪ .‬ﺯﺭى ﻫﻢ ﮔﺮﯾﻪ ﻧﮑﺮﺩﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﺣﺘﻰ ﯾﮏ ﺑﺎﺭ‪ .‬ﻣﺎ ﯾﮏ ﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﺩﺍﺭﯾﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﺯﻩ ﯾﮏ ﻗﺮﺑﯿﻞ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺍﺗﺎﻕﻫﺎﺵ ﺷﯿﺮ و ﻋﺴﻞ ﺟﺎﺭىﺳﺖ‪ .‬ﺍﮔﺮ ﺧﺮوﺱﺧﻮﺍﻥ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺻﺪﺍى ﺟﺮﯾﻨﮓ ﺟﺮﯾﻨﮓ ﺯﻧﮓ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﺷﻤﺎﻃﻪ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ‪ ،‬ﻣﻰﮔﻔﺘﻢ ﺑﺎﻍ ﻋﺪﻥ ﺍﺳﺖ‪ .‬ﺩﺳﺖﭘﺨﺖ ﺯﺭى ﺣﺮﻑ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﺩ‪ .‬ﻫﺮ‬ ‫ﺷﺐ ﺁﺵ ﻣﻰﭘﺰﺩ ﺑﺎ ﮐﺮﻓﺲ و ﮔﻮﺟﻪ ﻓﺮﻧﮕﻰ و ﻫﻮﯾﺞ‪ .‬ﮔﺎﻫﻰ ﺑﻪ ﺁﻥ ﻟﻮﺑﯿﺎ ﺍﺿﺎﻓﻪ ﻣﻰﮐﻨﺪ‪ ،‬ﮔﺎﻫﻰ ﻫﻢ ﻧﺨﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﻦ ﻟﻮﺑﯿﺎ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺑﯿﺸﺘﺮ ﺍﺯ ﻧﺨﻮﺩ ﺩوﺳﺖ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ‪ .‬ﻧﺨﻮﺩ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ ﻧﻤﻰﺳﺎﺯﺩ‪ .‬ﺯﺭى ﻫﻢ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻰﺩﺍﻧﺪ‪ .‬ﺑﺮﺍى ﻫﻤﯿﻦ ﻫﺮ وﻗﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺎ ﺻﺪﺍى‬ ‫ﺯﻧﮓ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﺑﯿﺪﺍﺭ ﻧﺸﻮﻡ‪ ،‬ﺑﻪ ﺁﺵ ﻧﺨﻮﺩ ﻣﻰﺯﻧﺪ ﮐﻪ ﻟﺠﻢ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭﺁوﺭﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺯﺭى ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﺪ‪» :‬ﻣﮕﺮ ﻟﺞ ﭘﯿﺮﻫﻦ ﻣﺮﺩﺍﻧﻪ ﺍﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺸﻮﺩ ﺩﺭﺵ ﺁوﺭﺩ؟«‬ ‫ﻣﻦ ﻟﺨﺖ و ﻋﻮﺭ وﺳﻂ ﺍﺗﺎﻕ ﻣﻰﺍﯾﺴﺘﻢ و ﺯﻝ ﺯﻝ ﺑﻪ ﺯﺭى ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﻣﻰﮐﻨﻢ ﮐﻪ ﭼﺸﻢ ﺩوﺧﺘﻪ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺑﻪ ﺗﻨﮓ ﺑﻠﻮﺭ‪ .‬ﺍﻣﺎ ﺍﮔﺮ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺁﺵ ﻧﺨﻮﺩ ﻧﺰﻧﺪ‪ ،‬ﻟﺞ ﻣﻦ ﻫﻢ ﺩﺭﻧﻤﻰﺁﯾﺪ‪ .‬ﻣﻰﻧﺸﯿﻨﯿﻢ ﺳﺮ ﺳﻔﺮﻩ‪ .‬ﺍﺗﺎﻕ ﺑﻮى ﻋﻮﺩ ﻣﻰﺩﻫﺪ‪ .‬ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩ ﻫﻢ ﻫﻤﯿﺸﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺣﯿﺎﻁ‬ ‫ﺑﺎﺯ ﺍﺳﺖ‪ .‬ﺁﺵﻣﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺧﻮﺭﺩﯾﻢ‪ ،‬ﻟﺨﺖ ﻣﻰﺷﻮﯾﻢ و ﻣﻰﺭوﯾﻢ ﺑﺎ ﻫﻢ ﺭوى ﺗﺨﺖﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﮔﻞ ﺁﻓﺘﺎﺑﮕﺮﺩﺍﻥ ﺩﺭﺍﺯ‬ ‫ﻣﻰﮐﺸﯿﻢ‪ .‬ﺗﺎﺯﻩ ﺁﻥ وﻗﺖ ﺍﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻦ ﯾﺎﺩ ﭘﺎﺭﭼﻪ ﺍﻃﻠﺲ ﻗﺮﻣﺰ ﻣﻰﺍﻓﺘﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺎﯾﺪ ﺣﺠﺎﺏ ﺗﻨﮓ ﺑﻠﻮﺭﺵ ﮐﻨﻢ‪ .‬ﻫﺮ ﺷﺐ‬ ‫ﻫﻤﯿﻦ ﻃﻮﺭ ﻣﻰﮔﺬﺭﺩ و ﻫﻤﯿﺸﻪ ﺧﺮوﺱﺧﻮﺍﻥ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﺷﻤﺎﻃﻪ ﺷﺮوﻉ ﻣﻰﮐﻨﺪ ﺑﻪ ﺯﻧﮓ ﺯﺩﻥ‪ .‬ﺍﯾﻦ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻰﺩﺍﻧﻢ‪ .‬ﺍﯾﻦ ﺭﺍ ﻫﻢ‬ ‫ﻣﻰﺩﺍﻧﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺗﺎ ﻫﺰﺍﺭ ﺳﺎﻝ ﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﺑﯿﺪﻫﺎ ﺑﺎﻗﻰ ﭘﺎﺭﻩ ﭘﺎﺭﻩﻫﺎى ﻟﺒﺎﺱ ﻋﺮوﺳﻰ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡ ﺭﺍ ﺟﻮﯾﺪﻩﺍﻧﺪ‪ .‬ﺗﻨﮓ ﺑﻠﻮﺭ‪ ،‬ﺯﺭى و‬ ‫ﺣﺎﻓﻆ ﻫﻢ ﻫﺴﺖ‪ .‬ﻣﻰﺩﺍﻧﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺯوﺩى ﺧﻮﺍﺑﻢ ﻣﻰﺑﺮﺩ و ﺑﻪ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﺟﺰ ﺗﺎﺭﯾﮑﻰ ﻫﯿﭻ ﭼﯿﺰ ﻧﻤﻰﺑﯿﻨﻢ‪ .‬ﻓﻘﻂ ﺍﮔﺮ ﺳﺮﺩﻡ‬ ‫ﺑﺸﻮﺩ‪ ،‬ﺯﺭى ﻫﺴﺖ‪ .‬ﺳﺎﻋﺖ‪ ،‬ﺧﺮوﺱﺧﻮﺍﻥ ﺯﻧﮓ ﻣﻰﺯﻧﺪ‪ :‬ﺟﺮﯾﻨﮓ … ﺟﺮﯾﻨﮓ … ﺟﺮﯾﻨﮓ‪ .‬ﺑﺎ ﺟﺮﯾﻨﮓ ﺳﻮﻣﻰ ﺍﺯ‬ ‫ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﺑﯿﺪﺍﺭ ﺑﯿﺪﺍﺭﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﻢ »ﺯﺭى ﺟﺎﻥ! ﯾﻌﻨﻰ ﺍﯾﻦ ﻫﻢ ﺩﺭوﻍ ﺍﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎ ﺳﺮ ﺣﻮﺽ ﺩﺳﺖ ﻧﻤﺎﺯ ﻣﻰﮔﯿﺮﺩ؟»‬ ‫»ﮐﺪوﻡ ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎ؟«‬ ‫ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎ ﻫﻤﺴﺎﯾﻪ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭ ﺑﻪ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭﻣﺎﻥ ﺍﺳﺖ‪ .‬ﺍﺯ وﻗﺘﻰ ﺩﺭوﯾﺶ ﺷﺪﻩ‪ ،‬ﺧﺮوﺳﺨﻮﺍﻥ ﺳﺮ ﺣﻮﺽ ﺩﺳﺖ ﻧﻤﺎﺯ ﻣﻰﮔﯿﺮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺯﺭى ﺗﻮى ﺟﺎﺵ ﯾﮏ ﺟﻮﺭى ﻏﻠﺖ ﻣﻰﺯﻧﺪ ﮐﻪ ﺧﻮﺷﻢ ﻣﻰﺁﯾﺪ‪ .‬ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﻢ‪» :‬ﺯﺭى ﺟﺎﻥ ﯾﮏ ﺑﺎﺭ ﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﻏﻠﺖ ﺑﺰﻥ‪ ،‬ﺗﺎ‬ ‫ﺣﻆ ﮐﻨﻢ‪«.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﺪ‪» :‬ﻫﻤﻪ ﭼﯿﺰ ﺩﺭوﻏﻪ‪ .‬ﻧﻤﺎﺯ ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎ ﻫﻢ ﺩﺭوﻏﻪ«‬ ‫ﺳﻤﺎوﺭ ﺭﺍ ﻧﻤﻰﺷﻮﺩ ﺁﺗﺶ ﮐﺮﺩ‪ .‬ﭼﻮﻥ ﺫﻏﺎﻝ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ‪ .‬ﺑﺮﻕ ﻫﻤﯿﺸﻪ ﻫﺴﺖ‪ .‬ﺍﻣﺎ ﮐﺘﺮى ﺑﺮﻗﻰ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ‪ .‬ﺣﺎﻻ ﺍﮔﺮ ﺁﺏ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﯾﮏ ﭼﯿﺰى‪ .‬ﺁﺏ ﻫﺴﺖ‪ ،‬ﺍﻣﺎ ﺑﺮﺍى ﺩﺳﺖ ﻧﻤﺎﺯ ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎ ﻫﺴﺖ‪ .‬ﺑﺮﺍى ﻫﻤﯿﻦ ﻣﺎﻧﺪﻩ ﺁﺵ ﺩﯾﺸﺐ ﺭﺍ ﺳﺮﺩﺳﺮﺩ ﻣﻰﺧﻮﺭﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺧﻮﺑﯿﺶ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺭوﻏﻨﺶ ﮐﻢ ﺍﺳﺖ‪ .‬وﮔﺮﻧﻪ ﺑﺎ ﺑﺮﻕ ﭼﺮﺑﻰ ﺁﺵ ﮐﻪ ﻧﻤﻰﺷﺪ ﺑﺮوﻡ ﺳﺮ ﮐﺎﺭ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻫﺮ ﺭوﺯ ﺧﺮوﺳﺨﻮﺍﻥ ﻣﻰﺭوﻡ ﺳﺮ ﮐﺎﺭ‪ .‬ﺳﺮ ﻇﻬﺮ ﺍﻣﺎ ﻫﺮ ﺟﻮﺭ ﻫﺴﺖ ﺑﺮﻣﻰﮔﺮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﮐﺎﺭ ﺍﮔﺮ ﺧﻮﺏ ﺑﻮﺩ ﺧﺴﺘﻪ ﻧﻤﻰﮐﺮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﺮﮔﺸﺘﻦ ﮐﺮﻓﺲ و ﮔﻮﺟﻪ ﻓﺮﻧﮕﻰ و ﻫﻮﯾﺞ ﻣﻰﺧﺮﻡ‪ .‬ﺣﺎﻻ ﺧﻮﺏ ﺍﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺁﺏ ﺷﯿﺮ ﺧﺮﯾﺪﻧﻰ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ‪ .‬ﻓﺮوﺧﺘﻨﻰ ﻫﻢ‬

‫ﺍﻟﺒﺘﻪ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ‪ .‬ﺯﺭى ﮐﻪ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﻥ ﺣﺎﻓﻆ ﺩﺭ ﺩﺳﺖ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ‪ ،‬ﻣﻰﺍﯾﺴﺘﺪ ﺗﻮى ﻗﺎﺏ ﺩﺭ‪ .‬ﻫﻤﯿﺸﻪ ﭘﯿﺶ ﺍﺯ ﺭﻓﺘﻦ ﻓﺎﻝ ﻣﻰﮔﯿﺮﺩ ﮐﻪ‬ ‫ﺑﺮﻣﻰﮔﺮﺩﻡ ﯾﺎ ﻧﻪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﻢ »ﺁﺏ ﺗﻨﮓ ﺑﻠﻮﺭ ﺭو ﻋﻮﺽ ﮐﺮﺩى؟«‬ ‫ﻣﻰﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪ »ﺻﺪﻫﺰﺍﺭﺍﻥ ﮔﻞ ﺷﮑﻔﺖ و ﺑﺎﻧﮓ ﻣﺮﻏﻰ ﺑﺮﻧﺨﺎﺳﺖ ﻋﻨﺪﻟﯿﺒﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﭼﻪ ﭘﯿﺶ ﺁﻣﺪ‪ ،‬ﻫﺰﺍﺭﺍﻥ ﺭﺍ ﭼﻪ ﺷﺪ؟«‬ ‫ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﻢ «ﺣﺎﻻ ﮐﻪ ﺍﯾﻦ ﻃﻮﺭﻩ‪ ،‬ﺍﺯ ﻓﺮﺩﺍ ﮐﺮﻓﺲ و ﮔﻮﺟﻪ ﻓﺮﻧﮕﻰ و ﻫﻮﯾﺞ ﻣﻮﻥ ﺭو ﻣﻰﮐﺎﺭﯾﻢ ﺗﻮى ﺑﺎﻏﭽﻪ”‪.‬‬ ‫ﻫﺰﺍﺭ ﺑﺎﺭ ﮔﻔﺘﻪﺍﻡ ﺯﺭى ﺟﺎﻥ ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺳﻪ ﻗﻠﻢ ﺟﻨﺲ ﺭﺍ ﺑﮑﺎﺭﯾﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺧﻮﺩﮐﻔﺎ ﺷﻮﯾﻢ‪ .‬ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﺪ ﻣﺮﺩى ﻣﺮﺩ ﻧﻪ ﺑﻪ‬ ‫ﻏﯿﺮﺗﺶ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﮐﺎﺭﮐﺮﺩﻧﺶ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﻢ‪» :‬ﺯﺭى ﺟﺎﻥ ﮐﺎﺭ ﺍﮔﺮ ﺧﻮﺑﻪ‪ ،‬ﺗﻮ ﭼﺮﺍ ﻧﻤﻰﮐﻨﻰ؟« ﺟﻮﺍﺏ ﻧﻤﻰﺩﻫﺪ‪ .‬ﺑﻮﺳﻪﯾﻰ ﺍﺯ ﮔﻮﻧﻪﺍﻡ ﺑﺮﻣﻰﺩﺍﺭﺩ و ﺗﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﺑﺮﻣﻰﮔﺮﺩﺩ ﺗﻮى ﺟﺎﯾﺶ‪ .‬ﺩﻡ ﺩﺭ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺎچ و ﺑﻮﺳﻪ ﻫﯿﭻ ﺧﻮﺷﻢ ﻧﻤﻰﺁﯾﺪ‪ .‬ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎ ﮐﻪ ﻣﺎﻫﻰ ﺗﻨﮓ ﺑﻠﻮﺭ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺸﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﭘﺎﺭﻩ ﭘﺎﺭﻩ ﻫﺎى ﺍﻃﻠﺲ ﻗﺮﻣﺰ ﺭﺍ ﺣﺠﺎﺏ ﭼﺸﻤﻬﺎﺵ ﮐﺮﺩ‪ .‬ﻏﯿﺮﺕ ﻫﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﺯﻩ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﻨﺘﻬﻰ ﺩﻟﻢ ﻧﻤﻰﺁﯾﺪ ﺑﻪ ﺯﺭى‬ ‫ﭼﯿﺰى ﺑﮕﻮﯾﻢ‪ .‬ﻫﻤﯿﺸﻪ ﻫﻤﯿﻦ ﭼﯿﺰﻫﺎ ﺗﮑﺮﺍﺭ ﻣﻰﺷﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻫﺰﺍﺭ ﺑﺎﺭ‪ .‬ﻫﺰﺍﺭﻫﺰﺍﺭ ﺑﺎﺭ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﭘﺸﺖ ﺷﻤﺸﺎﺩﻫﺎ ﮐﺮﯾﻢﺁﻗﺎ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻰﺑﯿﻨﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺳﺮ ﺣﻮﺽ ﺩﺭ ﺣﺎﻝ ﻣﺴﺢ ﮐﺸﯿﺪﻥ ﭘﺎى ﭼﭙﺶ ﻣﺠﺴﻤﻪ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﻢ »ﺳﺎﻡ ﻋﻠﯿﮑﻢ ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎ ﺟﻮﻥ«‬ ‫ﺟﻮﺍﺏ ﻧﻤﻰﺩﻫﺪ‪ .‬ﻣﺠﺴﻤﻪ ﺍﮔﺮ ﺟﻮﺍﺏ ﺑﺪﻫﺪ ﮐﻪ ﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﻣﺠﺴﻤﻪ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ‪ .‬ﺍﯾﻦ ﺭﺍ ﻫﻢ ﻫﻤﯿﻦ ﻃﻮﺭ ﻧﻮﺷﺘﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺑﮕﻮﯾﻢ ﻫﺮ‬ ‫ﺭوﺯ ﺻﺒﺢ ﺑﺎ ﻣﺠﺴﻤﻪ ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎ ﭼﻪ ﻃﻮﺭ ﭼﺎﻕ ﺳﻼﻣﺘﻰ ﻣﻰﮐﻨﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺁﻟﻤﺎﻥ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺭﻗﻢ ﮐﺎﺭى ﮐﺮﺩﻩﺍﻡ‪ .‬ﻣﺪﺗﻰ ﺩﺭ ﭘﺰﺷﮑﻰ ﻗﺎﻧﻮﻧﻰ ﺟﻨﺎﺯﻩﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻰﺑﺮﺩﻡ ﺑﺮﺍى ﺗﺸﺮﯾﺢ‪ .‬ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎ ﺭﺍ ﻫﻤﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﻣﻮﻗﻊﻫﺎ ﺷﻨﺎﺧﺘﻢ‪ .‬ﺩو ﻧﻔﺮى ﺳﺮ ﺟﻨﺎﺯﻩ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻰﮔﺮﻓﺘﯿﻢ ﻣﻰﮔﺬﺍﺷﺘﯿﻤﺶ ﺗﻮى ﯾﮏ ﺗﺎﺑﻮﺕ ﺁﻟﻮﻣﯿﻨﯿﻮﻣﻰ ﭼﺮﺥﺩﺍﺭ‪ .‬ﺩﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎ ﻫﻤﯿﺸﻪ ﺑﻮى ﻓﺮﻡﺁﻟﺪﺋﯿﺪ ﻣﻰﺩﺍﺩ‪ .‬ﺷﺎﯾﺪ ﺑﺮﺍى ﻫﻤﯿﻦ ﺩﺭوﯾﺶ ﺷﺪ‪ .‬ﺣﺎﻻ ﺩﺭ ﭼﻠﻮﮐﺒﺎﺑﻰ ﭘﺮﺳﭙﻮﻟﯿﺲ ﮐﺎﺭ ﻣﻰﮐﻨﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﭘﯿﺶ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﮐﺎﺭﮔﺮ ﯾﮏ ﻣﺆﺳﺴﻪ ﮐﻔﻦ وﺩﻓﻦ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪ .‬ﺍوﻝ ﮐﺎﺭﻡ ﮔﻮﺭﮐﻨﻰ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺑﻌﺪ ﮐﻪ ﺩﯾﺪﻧﺪ ﮔﻮﺭﮐﻦ ﺑﺸﻮ ﻧﯿﺴﺘﻢ‪ ،‬ﮔﻔﺘﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﺑﺮو ﮔﻞ ﻧﺮﮔﺲ ﺑﭽﯿﻦ ﺩوﺭ ﺟﻨﺎﺯﻩﻫﺎ‪ .‬ﺍﮔﺮ ﺑﭙﺮﺳﯿﺪ ﭼﻠﻮﮐﺒﺎﺑﻰ ﭘﺮﺳﭙﻮﻟﯿﺲ ﭼﻪ ﺭﺑﻄﻰ ﺑﻪ ﮔﻞ ﻧﺮﮔﺲ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ‪ ،‬ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﻢ‬ ‫ﺭﺑﻄﺶ ﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﺳﻪ ﻗﻠﻢ ﺟﻨﺲ ﺁﺵ ﺯﺭىﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﭼﻠﻮﮐﺒﺎﺑﻰ ﭘﺮﺳﭙﻮﻟﯿﺲ ﻫﻤﻪ ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎ ﻫﺴﺘﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎ ﻫﺮ ﺟﺎ ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ ﮔﻔﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ »ﺁﻗﺎﺷﻤﻦ ﺑﺎﻻﺧﻮﻧﻪ ﺵ ﺭو ﺍﺟﺎﺭﻩ ﺩﺍﺩﻩ«‬ ‫ﻣﻦ ﻫﻢ ﮔﻔﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪» :‬ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎ ﺟﻮﻥ ﺧﻮﻧﻪ ﻣﺎ ﺑﻪ ﺧﺪﺍ ﺑﺎﻻﺧﻮﻧﻪ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﻩ«‬ ‫ﺑﻌﺪ ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎ ﮔﻔﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‪» :‬ﺧﺮى وﺍﻻ« و ﯾﮏ ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎى ﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﯾﮏ ﭼﯿﺰ ﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﮔﻔﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ ﮐﻪ ﻫﯿﭻ ﺭﺑﻄﻰ ﺑﻪ ﭼﯿﺰى ﮐﻪ‬ ‫ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎى ﺍوﻟﻰ ﮔﻔﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺖ و ﻫﻤﯿﻦ ﺟﻮﺭ ﯾﮏ ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎى ﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﯾﮏ ﭼﯿﺰ ﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﮔﻔﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ ﮐﻪ ﻫﯿﭻ ﺭﺑﻄﻰ ﺑﻪ‬ ‫ﭼﯿﺰى ﮐﻪ ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎى ﺩوﻣﻰ ﮔﻔﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺖ و ﺧﻼﺻﻪ ﻣﻦ ﮐﻪ ﺣﺮﺻﻢ ﺩﺭﺁﻣﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ ﮔﻔﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎ ﻣﺠﺴﻤﻪ‬ ‫ﺷﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻫﻤﯿﻦ ﺷﺪ ﮐﻪ ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎ ﻣﺠﺴﻤﻪ ﺷﺪ‪ .‬ﺯﺭى ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﺪ ﻧﻤﻰﺷﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺍﻣﺎ ﻣﻦ ﻣﻰﺑﯿﻨﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‪ .‬ﻫﻤﻪ ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎ‬ ‫ﺷﺪﻩ ﺍﻧﺪ‪ .‬ﻫﻤﻪ ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎﻫﺎ ﻫﻢ ﺗﻮى ﻣﻤﻠﮑﺖ ﻏﺮﯾﺐ ﻣﺠﺴﻤﻪ ﺷﺪﻩﺍﻧﺪ‪ .‬ﺣﺎﻻ ﺯﺭى ﻫﺮ ﭼﻘﺪﺭ ﺑﮕﻮﯾﺪ ﻧﻤﻰﺷﻮﺩ‪ ،‬ﺷﺪﻩ‬ ‫ﺍﺳﺖ ﺩﯾﮕﺮ‪ .‬ﮐﺎﺭﯾﺶ ﻫﻢ ﻧﻤﻰﺷﻮﺩ ﮐﺮﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﻨﺪ ﺷﻤﻦ ﺩﺭ ﺑﺮﺝ ﺳﻤﺒﻠﻪ ﺩﻧﯿﺎ ﺁﻣﺪﻩ‪ ،‬ﻫﻤﻪ ﺭﺍ ﯾﺎ ﺭﺫﻝ ﻣﻰﺑﯿﻨﺪ ﯾﺎ ﮐﺮﯾﻢ‬ ‫ﺁﻗﺎ‪ .‬ﺣﺒﯿﺒﻰ ﺭﺫﻝ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺑﻪ ﺧﺪﺍوﻧﺪى ﺧﺪﺍ‪ .‬ﺗﻘﺼﯿﺮ ﻣﻦ ﻫﻢ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺣﺒﯿﺒﻰ ﺭﺫﻝ ﺍﺳﺖ‪ ،‬ﯾﺎ ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎ‪ ،‬ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻫﺮ ﭼﻪ ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﻢ ﺣﺒﯿﺒﻰ ﺭﺫﻝ ﺍﺳﺖ‪ ،‬ﻫﯿﭽﮑﺲ ﺑﺎوﺭﺵ ﻧﻤﻰﺷﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺷﺎﯾﺪ ﺷﻤﺎ ﻫﻢ ﺑﺎوﺭﺗﺎﻥ ﻧﺸﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﻰﺧﻮﺍﻫﯿﺪ ﺑﺎوﺭ ﮐﻨﯿﺪ‬ ‫ﯾﺎ ﻧﮑﻨﯿﺪ‪ .‬ﺣﺎﻻ ﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﻣﻬﻢ ﻫﻢ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺣﺒﯿﺒﻰ ﺑﻪ ﻋﺎﺩﺕ ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ ﺳﺮ ﻣﯿﺰ ﭼﻬﺎﺭﻧﻔﺮﻩ ﺩﺭﺳﺖ ﺭوﺑﺮوى ﻣﻦ‪ .‬ﻣﻦ ﺍﯾﺴﺘﺎﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﺗﻮى ﺁﺷﭙﺰﺧﺎﻧﻪ‪ ،‬ﭘﺸﺖ ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩ‬ ‫ﻫﻮﺍى ﺳﯿﺦﻫﺎى ﮐﺒﺎﺏ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺭوى ﺁﺗﺶ ﭼﮑﻪ ﻧﮑﻨﻨﺪ‪ .‬ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎ ﻫﻢ ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ ﺁﻥﻃﺮﻑ ﻣﯿﺰ‪ .‬ﺣﺒﯿﺒﻰ و ﮐﺮﯾﻢ‬ ‫ﺁﻗﺎ ﺁﻥ ﻃﻮﺭ ﮐﻪ ﺭﻕ و ﺷﻖ ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ‪ ،‬ﺑﺎ ﻫﻢ ﻗﺎﺋﻤﻪ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ‪ .‬ﺩو ﻣﺘﺮ ﺁﻥ ﻃﺮﻑﺗﺮ‪ ،‬ﭘﺸﺖ ﺳﺮﺷﺎﻥ ﺩو ﺗﺎ ﺧﺎﻧﻢ‬ ‫ﺑﺰکﺩوﺯکﮐﺮﺩﻩ ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ‪ ،‬ﺩوﻍ ﻣﻰﺧﻮﺭﺩﻧﺪ ﺑﺎ ﺳﺎﻻﺩ‪ .‬ﻣﻌﻠﻮﻡ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻣﺎﺩﺭ و ﺩﺧﺘﺮﻧﺪ‪ .‬ﻣﺎﺩﺭ و ﺩﺧﺘﺮ ﻫﻢ ﺁﻥ ﻃﻮﺭ ﮐﻪ‬

‫ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ‪ ،‬ﺑﺎ ﻫﻢ ﻗﺎﺋﻤﻪ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ‪ .‬ﻣﻨﺘﻬﻰ ﻗﺎﺋﻤﻪﺷﺎﻥ ﺑﺮﻋﮑﺲ ﻗﺎﺋﻤﻪ ﺣﺒﯿﺒﻰ ﺑﻮﺩ و ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎ‪ .‬ﺟﻮﺭى ﮐﻪ ﺍﮔﺮ‬ ‫ﻓﺎﺻﻠﻪ ﺩو ﺗﺎ ﻣﯿﺰ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ‪ ،‬ﺑﺎ ﻫﻢ ﯾﮏ ﻣﺮﺑﻊ ﻣﻰﺳﺎﺧﺘﻨﺪ‪ .‬ﻣﻬﺮﺍﻧﮕﯿﺰ ﻫﻢ ﻣﺜﻞ ﻫﻤﯿﺸﻪ ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ ﺁﻥ ﮔﻮﺷﻪ ﺗﻮى ﺗﺎﺭﯾﮑﻰ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻄﺮﺏﻫﺎ ﻫﻢ ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ ﺳﺮ ﺟﺎﺷﺎﻥ ﺭوى ﺳﮑﻮ ﮐﻪ ﻣﺴﻠﻂ ﺑﻮﺩ ﺑﺮ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺟﺎ‪ .‬ﻣﻦ ﻣﻄﺮﺏﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﻧﻤﻰﺩﯾﺪﻡ‪ .‬ﻣﻬﺮﺍﻧﮕﯿﺰ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﻫﻢ ﻧﻤﻰﺩﯾﺪﻡ‪ .‬ﺍﻣﺎ ﻣﻰﺩﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﮐﻪ ﻫﺴﺘﻨﺪ‪ .‬ﻣﻄﺮﺏﻫﺎ ﻧﺰﺩﯾﮑﻰﻫﺎى ﻇﻬﺮ ﺧﻤﺎﺭﻧﺪ‪ .‬ﻣﻬﺮﺍﻧﮕﯿﺰ ﺍﻣﺎ ﺧﻤﺎﺭ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ‪ .‬ﺭﺫﻝ ﻫﻢ‬ ‫ﻧﯿﺴﺖ‪ .‬ﻓﻘﻂ ﺷﺎﻋﺮ ﺍﺳﺖ‪ .‬ﻣﻬﺮﺍﻧﮕﯿﺰ ﺳﺒﯿﻞ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ ﺍﯾﻦ ﻫﻮﺍ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪» :‬ﻣﻬﺮﺍﻧﮕﯿﺰ ﺟﻮﻥ ﺁﺧﻪ ﺍﯾﻦ ﭼﻪ ﺍﺳﻤﯿﻪ ﺭوى ﺧﻮﺩﺕ ﮔﺬﺍﺷﺘﻰ؟«‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ »ﻫﺮ ﭼﻪ ﺑﺎﺷﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺷﻤﻦ ﺑﻬﺘﺮﻩ«‬ ‫ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎ ﮔﻔﺖ‪» :‬ﻋﺰﯾﺰ ﺟﺎﻥ ﺑﺪو ﺑﺮو ﺩو ﭘﯿﮏ ﺗﮑﯿﻼ ﺑﺪﻩ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻄﺮﺑﺎ ﮐﻪ ﭘﺎک ﺁﺑﺮو و ﺣﯿﺜﯿﺘﻤﻮﻥو ﺑﺮﺩﻩ ﻥ ﺑﻪ ﺍﺑﻮﺍﻟﻔﻀﻞ «‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪» :‬ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎ ﺟﻮﻥ ﻣﻦ ﻋﺰﯾﺰ ﻧﯿﺴﺘﻢ‪ .‬ﺷﻤﻦ ﻫﺴﺘﻢ‪«.‬‬ ‫ﺟﻮﺭى ﺑﺮﺍﻕ ﺷﺪ ﮐﻪ ﯾﻌﻨﻰ ﺑﺎﯾﺪ ﺑﺘﺮﺳﻢ‪ .‬ﻧﺘﺮﺳﯿﺪﻡ‪ .‬ﻓﻘﻂ ﺑﺎ ﺳﯿﻨﻰ ﻧﻘﺮﻩ ﮐﺎﺭ ﺍﺻﻔﻬﺎﻥ ﺩو ﭘﯿﮏ ﺗﮑﯿﻼ ﺑﺮﺩﻡ ﮔﺬﺍﺷﺘﻢ ﺟﻠﻮ‬ ‫ﻣﻄﺮﺏﻫﺎ‪ .‬ﺩو ﺗﺎ ﭘﺮ ﻟﯿﻤﻮ ﻫﻢ ﮔﺬﺍﺷﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﮐﻨﺎﺭ ﺟﺎﻧﻤﮑﻰ ﺑﻠﻮﺭ ﺗﻮى ﺳﯿﻨﻰ‪ .‬ﭘﺮﻫﺎى ﻟﯿﻤﻮ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻦ ﺧﯿﻠﻰ ﺩوﺳﺖ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻄﺮﺏ ﮔﻔﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ «ﻣﺰﻩ ﻟﻮﻃﻰ ﺧﺎﮐﻪ‪ ،‬ﻋﺰﯾﺰ«‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ «ﻣﻄﺮﺏ ﺟﻮﻥ ﻣﻦ ﻋﺰﯾﺰ ﻧﯿﺴﺘﻢ‪ .‬ﺷﻤﻦ ﻫﺴﺘﻢ‪«.‬‬ ‫ﮐﺒﺎﺏﻫﺎ ﻫﻢ ﺩﺭ ﺍﯾﻦ ﮔﯿﺮوﺩﺍﺭ ﺭوى ﺫﻏﺎﻝ ﺳﺮﺥ ﺳﺮﺥ ﭼﮑﻪ ﻣﻰﮐﺮﺩﻧﺪ‪ .‬ﺗﻘﺼﯿﺮ ﻣﻦ ﮐﻪ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺗﻘﺼﯿﺮ ﻣﻬﺮﺍﻧﮕﯿﺰ ﺑﻮﺩ ﮐﻪ‬ ‫ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ ﺷﻌﺮ ﻣﻰﮔﻔﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪« :‬ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎ ﺟﻮﻥ ﺗﻘﺼﯿﺮ ﻣﻦ ﮐﻪ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ‪ .‬ﺗﻘﺼﯿﺮ ﻣﻬﺮﺍﻧﮕﯿﺰﻩ «‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ «ﻣﻬﺮﺍﻧﮕﯿﺰ ﻫﻢ ﺁﺧﻪ ﺷﺪ ﺍﺳﻢ«‬ ‫ﺣﺒﯿﺒﻰ ﻫﺮ ﺩﻩ ﺩﻗﯿﻘﻪ ﯾﮏ ﺑﺎﺭ ﭘﺎ ﻣﻰﺷﺪ ﺍﺯ ﺳﺮ ﻣﯿﺰ ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎﺵ ﻣﻰﺭﻓﺖ ﺩﺭ ﮔﻮﺵ ﻣﺎﺩﺭ ﺩﺧﺘﺮ ﭼﯿﺰﻫﺎﯾﻰ ﻣﻰﮔﻔﺖ ﮐﻪ‬ ‫ﻧﻤﻰﺷﻨﯿﺪﻡ‪ .‬ﻓﺎﺻﻠﻪﺍﺵ ﺑﺎ ﮔﻮﺵ ﻣﺎﺩﺭ ﺩﺧﺘﺮ ﻓﻘﻂ ﺩو ﺑﻨﺪ ﺍﻧﮕﺸﺖ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎى ﺣﺒﯿﺒﻰ ﻫﻢ ﻣﺜﻞ ﻣﺎﻫﻰ ﺗﻨﮓ ﺑﻠﻮﺭ‬ ‫ﺯﺭى ﭼﺸﻢ ﺩﺭﺍﻧﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ ﺑﻪ ﺁﻧﺠﺎﯾﻰ ﮐﻪ ﻣﺎﺩﺭ ﺩﺧﺘﺮ ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪» :‬ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎ ﺟﻮﻥ ﺍﯾﻨﺎ ﻧﻤﻰﺧﻮﺍﻥ ﭼﻠﻮﮐﺒﺎﺏ ﺳﻔﺎﺭﺵ ﺑﺪﻩ ﻥ؟«‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ ‪« :‬ﭘﺴﺮ ﺗﻮ ﮐﺒﺎﺑﺘﻮ ﺑﺎﺩ ﺑﺰﻥ‪ .‬ﻓﻀﻮﻟﻰ ﻫﻢ ﻣﻮﻗﻮﻑ‪«.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻄﺮﺏﻫﺎ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻨﺪ ﮔﻞﭘﺮىﺟﻮﻥ ﻣﻰﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪﻧﺪ ﮐﻪ ﺣﺒﯿﺒﻰ ﺑﺮﮔﺸﺖ ﭘﯿﺶ ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎﺵ‪ .‬ﻣﺎﺩﺭﺩﺧﺘﺮ ﻫﻢ ﺑﻠﻨﺪ ﺷﺪ ﯾﮏ ﺧﺮﺩﻩ‬ ‫ﺩﺳﺖ ﺗﮑﺎﻥ ﺩﺍﺩ‪ ،‬ﮔﯿﺲ ﺍﻓﺸﺎﻧﺪ و ﺑﺎﺳﻦ ﺟﻨﺒﺎﻧﺪ‪ .‬ﻣﻬﺮﺍﻧﮕﯿﺰ ﻫﻢ ﺣﺘﻤﺎً ﺩﺍﺷﺖ ﺷﻌﺮ ﻣﻰﮔﻔﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﻌﺪ ﻧﻤﻰﺩﺍﻧﻢ ﭼﻄﻮﺭ ﺷﺪ ﮐﻪ ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎى ﺣﺒﯿﺒﻰ ﺭﻓﺖ ﺑﯿﺮوﻥ‪ .‬ﺑﻌﺪﺵ ﻣﺎﺩﺭ ﺩﺧﺘﺮ ﺭﻓﺖ ﭘﻰﺍﺵ‪ .‬ﺣﺒﯿﺒﻰ ﻫﻢ ﺩو ﺗﺎ‬ ‫ﺍﺳﮑﻨﺎﺱ ﺻﺪ ﻣﺎﺭﮐﻰ ﮔﺬﺍﺷﺖ ﺗﻮى ﺳﯿﻨﻰ‪ .‬ﺩﺧﺘﺮ ﻫﻢ ﻧﺸﺴﺖ ﺗﮏ و ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﮔﻞﭘﺮى ﺟﻮﻥ ﮔﻮﺵ ﺩﺍﺩ و ﺑﻪ ﺣﺴﺎﺏ‬ ‫ﺣﺒﯿﺒﻰ ﯾﮏ ﭘﺮﺱ ﺳﻠﻄﺎﻧﻰ ﺍﺭﺩ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ‪ .‬ﺍﻧﮕﺎﺭ ﻧﻪ ﺍﻧﮕﺎﺭ ﮐﻪ ﺣﺒﯿﺒﻰ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﺵ ﺭﺍ ﻗﺮ ﺯﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪» :‬ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎ ﺟﻮﻥ ﻇﻬﺮ ﺷﺪ‪ .‬ﺯﺭى ﻣﻨﺘﻈﺮﻩ«‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺖ‪» :‬ﺧﺪﺍﺣﺎﻓﻆ«‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪« :‬ﻣﻬﺮﺍﻧﮕﯿﺰ ﺟﺎﻥ ﺧﺪﺍﺣﺎﻓﻆ«‬ ‫ﻣﻰﺧﻮﺍﺳﺘﻢ ﻟﺠﺶ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭﺑﯿﺎوﺭﻡ‪ .‬ﻓﮑﺶ ﺭﺍ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ ﺗﻮى ﻣﺸﺘﺶ ﻧﻤﻰﺗﻮﺍﻧﺴﺖ ﺣﺮﻑ ﺑﺰﻧﺪ‪ .‬ﺳﺮ ﺭﺍﻩ ﮐﺮﻓﺲ و ﮔﻮﺟﻪ‬ ‫ﻓﺮﻧﮕﻰ و ﻫﻮﯾﺞ ﺧﺮﯾﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﺑﺮﺍى ﺁﺵ ﺷﺐ‪ .‬ﺳﻪ ﺗﺎ ﭘﺎﮐﺖ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻰﺩﻫﻢ ﺩﺳﺖ ﺯﺭى‪ .‬ﮔﺮﺩﻧﺶ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻰﺁوﺭﺩ ﺟﻠﻮ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻟﺐﻫﺎﺵ ﺭﺍ ﻏﻨﭽﻪ ﻣﻰ ﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﻢ‪ » :‬ﺍﯾﻨﺠﺎ ﻧﻪ‪ .‬ﺯﺭى ﺟﺎﻥ «‬ ‫ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﺪ‪» :‬ﭼﺮﺍ؟«‬ ‫ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﻢ‪ « :‬ﻣﮕﺮ ﻧﻤﻰﺑﯿﻨﻰ ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎ ﺳﺮ ﻇﻬﺮ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ ﺩﺳﺖ ﻧﻤﺎﺯ ﻣﻰﮔﯿﺮﺩ؟«‬ ‫ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﺪ “ﺍﯾﻦ ﮐﻪ ﭼﯿﺰى ﻧﯿﺴﺖ‪ .‬ﻣﻬﻤﺎﻥ ﻫﻢ ﺩﺍﺭﯾﻢ”‪.‬‬

‫ﻣﻦ ﺍﺯ ﻣﻬﻤﺎﻥ ﺧﻮﺷﻢ ﻧﻤﻰﺁﯾﺪ‪ .‬ﺑﻪﺧﺼﻮﺹ ﺍﮔﺮ ﮐﻪ ﺷﺎﻋﺮ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ‪ .‬ﺍﯾﻨﺠﺎ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺷﺎﻋﺮﻫﺎ ﻣﻬﺮﺍﻧﮕﯿﺰ ﻫﺴﺘﻨﺪ‪ .‬ﻣﻬﺮﺍﻧﮕﯿﺰ ﺭﺫﻝ‬ ‫ﻧﯿﺴﺖ‪ .‬ﻓﻘﻂ ﺷﺎﻋﺮ ﺍﺳﺖ‪ .‬ﺳﺒﯿﻠﺶ ﻫﻢ ﺍﺻﻼ ﺷﺎﻋﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ‪ .‬ﺑﺎ ﺁﻥ ﺳﺒﯿﻠﺶ ﺧﺠﺎﻟﺖ ﻧﻤﻰﮐﺸﺪ‪ .‬ﻣﻰﺧﻮﺍﻫﺪ ﺧﻮﺩﺵ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺑﮑﺸﺪ‪ .‬ﺍﻣﺎ ﺩﻟﺶ ﺭﺍ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ‪« :‬ﻣﻬﺮﺍﻧﮕﯿﺰ ﺟﻮﻥ ﺗﻮ ﮐﻪ ﻧﻤﻰﺗﻮﻧﻰ ﺩﻧﯿﺎ ﺭو ﻋﻮﺽ ﮐﻨﻰ‪ .‬ﭘﺲ ﺧﻮﺩﺕ ﺭو ﺑﮑﺶ ﮐﻪ ﻫﻢ ﺧﻮﺩﺕ ﺭﺍﺣﺖ‬ ‫ﺑﺸﯽ و ﻫﻢ ﺍﯾﻦ ﮐﻪ ﻣﺎ ﺳﺮ ﻇﻬﺮى ﻣﻬﻤﻮﻥ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺘﻪ ﺑﺎﺷﯿﻢ‪«.‬‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ «ﻣﻦ ﺑﺎ ﻣﺮگ ﮐﻨﺎﺭ ﺁﻣﺪﻡ‪ .‬ﺍﻣﺎ ﺑﺎ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﻰ ﻧﺘﻮﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﮐﻨﺎﺭ ﺑﯿﺎﻡ«‬ ‫ﺩﻟﻢ ﺁﺷﻮﺏ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺳﺨﻦ ﻫﺎى ﺑﻰﺳﯿﻦ و ﺧﺎ و ﻧﻮﻥ ﺩﻟﻢ ﺭﺍ ﺁﺷﻮﺏ ﻣﻰﮐﻨﺪ‪ .‬ﯾﮏ ﺯﺭى ﮐﻢ ﺩﺍﺷﺖ و ﯾﮏ‬ ‫ﺗﺨﺖﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﺁﻓﺘﺎﺑﮕﺮﺩﺍﻥ‪ .‬ﻧﮕﻔﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﮐﻪ ﯾﮏ ﺯﺭى ﮐﻢ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺯﺭى ﮔﻔﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ »ﺯﺭى ﺧﺎﻧﻢ ﺷﻠﻮﺍﺭﺗﺎﻥ ﺭو ﺧﻮﺩﺗﻮﻥ ﺩوﺧﺘﯿﺪ؟«‬ ‫ﺁﺧﺮ ﺍﯾﻦ ﻫﻢ ﺷﺪ ﮐﺎﺭ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺷﻠﻮﺍﺭ ﺯﻥ ﺁﺩﻡ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﮐﻨﻨﺪ؟ ﮔﻔﺘﻪ ﺍﻧﺪ ﻣﻬﻤﺎﻥ ﺣﺒﯿﺐ ﺧﺪﺍﺳﺖ‪ .‬ﻧﮕﻔﺘﻪﺍﻧﺪ ﮐﻪ ﺣﺒﯿﺐ ﺧﺪﺍ ﺑﻪ‬ ‫ﺷﻠﻮﺍﺭ ﺯﻥ ﺁﺩﻡ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺯﺭى ﮔﻔﺖ‪» :‬ﺣﺎﻻ ﺳﺮ ﻇﻬﺮى ﺑﺎ ﻫﻢ ﺩﻋﻮﺍ ﻧﮑﻨﯿﺪ‪ .‬ﺑﺬﺍﺭﯾﺪ ﻓﺎﻝﺗﻮﻥ ﺭو ﺑﮕﯿﺮﻡ«‬ ‫ﻫﯿﭻ ﺧﻮﺷﻢ ﻧﻤﻰﺁﯾﺪ ﺑﺎ ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﮐﺘﺎﺑﻢ ﻓﺎﻝ ﺑﮕﯿﺮﻧﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ« »ﺧﻮﺷﻢ ﻧﻤﻰﺁﯾﺪ ﺑﺎ ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﮐﺘﺎﺑﻢ ﻓﺎﻝ ﺑﮕﯿﺮى‪ .‬ﺗﺎﺯﻩ ﺧﺴﺘﻪ ﻫﻢ ﻫﺴﺘﻢ«‬ ‫ﻣﻬﺮﺍﻧﮕﯿﺰ ﮔﻔﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ ﺩﺭ ﺩﺭﺟﻪ ﺩﻫﻢ ﺍﺯ ﺑﺮﺝ ﺟﻮﺯﺍ ﺩﻧﯿﺎ ﺁﻣﺪﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‪ .‬ﮔﻔﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﺍﯾﻦ ﻫﻢ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﮐﻼﻡ ﻫﺎى ﺑﻰﮐﺎﻑ و‬ ‫ﺑﻰﻻﻡ و ﺑﻰﻣﯿﻢ ﺍﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ‪ .‬ﺑﻌﺪ ﻣﻬﺮﺍﻧﮕﯿﺰ ﮐﻪ ﺳﺨﻨﺶ ﺑﻰﺳﯿﻦ و ﮐﻼﻣﺶ ﯾﮏ ﺩﻓﻌﻪ ﺑﻰﮐﺎﻑ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ‪ ،‬ﺭﻓﺖ ﺩوﺑﺎﺭﻩ‬ ‫ﻧﺸﺴﺖ ﺳﺮ ﺣﻮﺽ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪« :‬ﻣﻬﺮﺍﻧﮕﯿﺰ ﺟﺎﻥ ﺁﺵﺕ ﺭو ﻫﻢ ﮐﻪ ﻧﻮﺵ ﺟﺎﻥ ﮐﺮﺩى‪ .‬ﻟﻄﻔﺎً ﺑﺮو ﯾﺎ ﺧﻮﺩﺕ ﺭو ﺑﮑﺶ ﯾﺎ ﺷﻌﺮﺕ ﺭو ﺑﮕﻮ«‬ ‫ﺑﻌﺪ ﻧﺎﮔﻬﺎﻥ ﺷﺐ ﺷﺪ‪ .‬ﺷﺐ ﻣﻰﺷﻮﺩ‪ .‬ﺁﻥ ﺩو ﺗﺎ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩ ﺑﺎﺯ ﻧﺰﺩﯾﮏ ﻫﻢ ﻣﻰﺁﯾﻨﺪ و ﯾﮏ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩ ﺧﯿﻠﻰ ﺧﯿﻠﻰ ﺑﺰﺭگ ﭘﺮﻧﻮﺭ‬ ‫ﻣﻰﺳﺎﺯﻧﺪ‪ .‬ﻣﻦ ﻟﺨﺖ و ﻋﻮﺭ ﺩﺭﺍﺯ ﮐﺸﯿﺪﻩﺍﻡ ﺭوى ﺗﺨﺖﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﮔﻞ ﺁﻓﺘﺎﺑﮕﺮﺩﺍﻥ‪ .‬ﺯﺭى ﻫﻢ ﻫﺴﺖ‪ .‬ﺍﯾﻨﺠﺎ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ‪ .‬ﺍﯾﺴﺘﺎﺩﻩ‬ ‫ﺟﻠﻮ ﺗﻨﮓ ﺑﻠﻮﺭ‪ .‬ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﻢ »ﺯﺭى ﺟﺎﻥ ﺑﯿﺎ ﭘﯿﺸﻢ ﺩﺭﺍﺯ ﺑﮑﺶ‪«.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻰﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪ‪« :‬ﺟﻬﺎﻥ ﭘﯿﺮﺳﺖ و ﺑﻰﺑﻨﯿﺎﺩ‪ ،‬ﺍﺯﯾﻦ ﻓﺮﻫﺎﺩﮐﺶ ﻓﺮﯾﺎﺩ ﮐﻪ ﮐﺮﺩ ﺍﻓﺴﻮﻥ و ﻧﯿﺮﻧﮕﺶ ﻣﻠﻮﻝ ﺍﺯ ﺟﺎﻥ ﺷﯿﺮﯾﻨﻢ«‬ ‫ﻣﻦ ﻫﻤﯿﻦ ﺯﺭى ﺭﺍ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ و ﺁﻥ ﺳﻤﺎوﺭى ﮐﻪ ﺫﻏﺎﻟﺶ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ و ﭘﯿﺮﻫﻦ ﻋﺮوﺳﻰ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡ ﮐﻪ ﭘﺎﺭﻩ ﭘﺎﺭﻩﻫﺎى ﺍﻃﻠﺴﺶ‬ ‫ﺣﺠﺎﺏ ﺗﻨﮓ ﺑﻠﻮﺭ ﺍﺳﺖ‪ .‬ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﻢ »ﺯﺭى ﺟﺎﻥ ﭼﯽ ﺷﺪ ﮐﻪ ﺍﯾﻦﻃﻮﺭ ﺷﺪ؟«‬ ‫ﻣﻦ ﻫﺮ وﻗﺖ ﮐﻪ ﯾﺎﺩ ﭘﯿﺮﻫﻦ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡ ﻣﻰ ﺍﻓﺘﻢ ﮔﺮﯾﻪ ﺍﻡ ﻣﻰﮔﯿﺮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﻢ‪» :‬ﺯﺭى ﺟﺎﻥ ﭼﯽ ﺷﺪ ﮐﻪ ﺩﯾﮕﻪ ﻗﺪﻡ ﻣﻬﻤﻮﻥ ﺭوى ﺗﺨﻢ ﭼﺸﻢﻣﻮﻥ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ؟ ﭼﯽ ﺷﺪ ﺯﺭى ﺟﺎﻥ ﮐﻪ ﮐﻼﻡ‬ ‫ﻣﻬﺮﺍﻧﮕﯿﺰ ﺑﻰﮐﺎﻑ و ﺳﺨﻨﺶ ﺑﻰﺳﯿﻦ ﺷﺪ؟«‬ ‫ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﺪ‪» :‬ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﮐﻦ‪ «.‬ﻧﻤﻰﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﮐﻨﻢ‪ .‬ﺍﻣﺎ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﻣﻰﮐﻨﻢ‪ :‬ﻫﻤﻪ ﺟﺎ ﺗﺎﺭﯾﮏ ﺗﺎﺭﯾﮏ ﺍﺳﺖ و ﻣﻦ ﺳﺮﺩﻡ ﺍﺳﺖ و‬ ‫ﻣﻰﺗﺮﺳﻢ‪ .‬ﻣﻰﺗﺮﺳﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺳﺮﻣﺎ ﺧﻮﺍﺑﻢ ﻧﺒﺮﺩ و ﻣﻰﺗﺮﺳﻢ ﻓﺮﺩﺍ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﺩوﺑﺎﺭﻩ ﺳﻪ ﺑﺎﺭ ﺟﺮﯾﻨﮓ ﺟﺮﯾﻨﮓ ﮐﻨﺪ و ﻣﻰﺗﺮﺳﻢ‬ ‫ﺑﺎ ﺟﺮﯾﻨﮓ ﺳﻮﻡ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﺑﯿﺪﺍﺭ ﺷﻮﻡ و ﺯﺭى ﺁﻧﺠﺎ ﻧﺒﺎﺷﺪ و ﻫﻤﻪ ﮐﺮﯾﻢ ﺁﻗﺎ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﺎﺷﻨﺪ‪ .‬ﺑﻌﺪ ﭼﺸﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺎﺯ ﮐﻨﻢ‬ ‫ﻣﻬﺮﺍﻧﮕﯿﺰ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺒﯿﻨﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺳﺮ ﺣﻮﺽ ﻣﺜﻞ ﻗﻨﺪﯾﻞ ﯾﺦ ﺑﺴﺘﻪ ﺍﺳﺖ‪ .‬ﻧﻪ ﺑﺸﮑﻨﺪ ﮐﻪ ﻓﺮوﺍﻓﺘﺪ و ﻧﻪ ﺫوﺏ ﺷﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻰﮔﻮﯾﻢ ﺯﺭى ﺟﺎﻥ‬ ‫ ﺟﺎﻥ ؟‬‫ ﻣﻮﻗﻌﺶ ﺷﺪﻩ؟‬‫ ﺁﺭﻩ‪ .‬ﺷﻤﻦ ﺟﺎﻥ‬‫ﺍﯾﻦ ﻃﻮﺭ ﺍﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻰﺭوﻡ ﭘﺎﺭﻩ ﭘﺎﺭﻩ ﻫﺎى ﻟﺒﺎﺱ ﻋﺮوﺳﻰ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡ ﺭﺍ ﺣﺠﺎﺏ ﺗﻨﮓ ﺑﻠﻮﺭ ﻣﻰﮐﻨﻢ‪ ،‬و ﭘﻨﺎﻩ ﻣﻰﺁوﺭﻡ ﺑﻪ‬ ‫ﺑﺮﻫﻨﮕﻰ ﺯﺭى ﮐﻪ ﺟﻮﺭ ﺧﯿﻠﻰ ﻧﺮﻣﻰ‪ ،‬ﺩﺍﻍ ﺍﺳﺖ‪ .‬ﺑﻌﺪ ﺧﻮﺍﺑﻢ ﻣﻰﺑﺮﺩ‪.‬‬

‫ﻣﻰﺧﻮﺍﺑﻢ ﺗﺎ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﺳﻪ ﺑﺎﺭ ﺯﻧﮓ ﺑﺰﻧﺪ؛ ﻣﻰﺧﻮﺍﺑﻢ ﺗﺎ ﻫﻔﺖ ﺳﺎﻝ و ﭘﻨﺞ ﻣﺎﻩ ﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﻫﻢ ﺑﮕﺬﺭﺩ‪ .‬ﺁﻥ وﻗﺖ ﺍﺯ ﺭوى‬ ‫ﺷﻤﺸﺎﺩﻫﺎ ﺑﻪ ﻣﺠﺴﻤﻪ ﮐﺮﯾﻢﺁﻗﺎ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﻣﻰﮐﻨﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﭘﺎى ﭼﭙﺶ ﻣﺴﺢ ﻣﻰﮐﺸﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺁﺧﻦ‪1995 ،‬‬