The past doesn't turn back.

The lover never returns

broken love

During the most stressful time in the country Her love is intense and deep. Nothing could withstand even the concerned objections of parents. It's not wrong if you have love. It doesn't matter if you settle down somewhere other than Thailand.

I just want you to be happy.

Prima is happy.

Sadly, that happiness doesn't last forever.

The longing that I had suppressed for nearly thirty years erupted while watching the international news one morning. Tears flowed without reason. Her husband hurriedly changed the channel, but in time, she fell down and sobbed, shedding tears without a sound. Comforting words don't relieve the memories. She couldn't sleep all night. In the morning she told him that she wanted to go to Tehran.

Thiti didn't say anything. Just a sad smile She herself is dull. The past does not fade with time. She promised to take care of herself. and hurried back as soon as the business was finished.

There isn't even a contact number for an acquaintance. In the carefully kept notebook there was only an address. She had been preparing to travel for several weeks. Thiti constantly asks if he wants him to be his friend. She refused out of consideration.

Prima's chest pounded violently when entering foreign airspace. Happiness and sadness after returning to the present She knew she shouldn't have come. Everyone may have forgotten you.

But she doesn't forget.

The state of the country is different from what I remember. A taxi zipped past on a street she couldn't remember the name of. But I never forgot how happily she and he used to walk together. The gloomy coffee shop on the corner no longer exists. disappeared with him Changed into something that couldn't be reversed

The past doesn't turn back. The lover never returns broken love

“You have to believe, Pima, that there will be better days,” Ali reminds her every time he goes out on the road. Distribute anti-Shah leaflets Confused amidst the flames and screams and curses He believed in Mosadek. believe in the new regime As she believed in nothing but him.

She is a woman who chases after love. As for her lover, she runs after a vague ideology.

He never stops waiting.

Prima shook her head in despair. I want to hold him back.

What does a good day mean if you are something else? The words of repentance stuck in my throat. The pleas were never delivered. His sister said she loved the wrong person. Ali is not a man who can see anyone's love. Prima ran after him. Because he is like that The anger in his sharp eyes attracted her. When you have a premonition that you may not meet again.

At the end of Eastern history She mustered up the courage to approach. His armor is strong. But yes, there is no gap.

Ali hated America even though he was on American soil. She could read everything in his eyes. And without realizing it, he caught his attention. She was the one who proposed. He hesitated but didn't deny it. Teenage love wouldn't be that hot, she thought, not expecting long-lasting love. But in the end, she ended up following him back to Iran.

During the most stressful time in the country Her love is intense and deep. Nothing could withstand even the concerned objections of parents. It's not wrong if you have love. It doesn't matter if you settle down somewhere other than Thailand.

I just want you to be happy.

Prima is happy.

Sadly, that happiness doesn't last forever.

She gets along well with Ali's family. His mother opened up and accepted her as his daughter-in-law without hesitation. She learned to do many things to prepare to be his wife. Ali doesn't deny love. And he repaid her with equal sweetness. Legal marriage is difficult. She was content with just a small Persian customary ceremony.

While inside the house, it was calm and warm. Outside, it was as chaotic as a war. Ali lives between these two worlds. Don't bring anything too much together. It's like he can handle everything without any problems. But the women in the house didn't think so.

Prima couldn't just think about her own happiness, she thought about him, how he was putting his life on the line. Some days she hallucinates. Sawak police[1] hover around the neighborhood. Bearded men in leather jackets walked by. Ali says she thinks too much. She had to take it easy for the health of her unborn child. She nodded.

Absorbed by the touch of his hand on her bulging belly. Your flesh and blood will open your eyes to a better country.

Everyone is a Savak.

The Shah's eyes and ears were everywhere. cannot be separated from the general public Perhaps it was the common people who were the Shah's secret police. Ali doesn't trust anyone. He is less open to his neighbors. After the sound of pounding on the door in the middle of the night one night He took her and her mother to stay with relatives in Karaj. Prima argued. What will her work be like? How could she leave the shop with his sister?

“Safety must come first, Joonam[2], please.”

He cares about you. But don't worry about yourself. Leaving her in a field house, far from the eyes and ears of the authorities. As for himself, he turned back to the bullet hole. Prim used a scream to stop him. Her tears didn't make him hesitate.

“I beg you to stop. I love you, Ali. Did you hear that I love you? Just like this, we are already happy.”

I didn't come after you to leave you.

He pursed his lips thinly. Hold her tight Prima couldn't do anything but cry. Begging him to abandon the future of this hopeless country. Begging him to leave his friends

For you and your child

“But I'm not happy!” he cried in her face. He extended his hand towards the television that was reporting the news of the riots. Capillaries filled his eyes. Prima trembled and backed away. She had never seen him raise his voice like this before. “This country does not belong to the West, Pima. It belongs to us. It should be ours.”

“It is ours.”

“Then why do we live like this? No matter how hard you work No matter how much I try This country has many resources. But it never came back to us. You tell me, Junam. Isn't it because of them that they sold the country? Pumping blood and flesh until you're fat. While people starve to death every day!”

Prima shook her head. How could she explain it when she didn't care about anything like that?

Even if he could explain it, he wouldn't listen.

Ali wants to see change.

You too want to see If only it wouldn't come at the expense of the little happiness in your hands.

She is afraid every day and night. I'm afraid every time he leaves the house. I'm afraid every time a procession passes in front of my house. The shah's loud scorn The alternating banishment of Mosadek gnaws at her nerves every day.

Today brings death to the Shah! The next day Bring death to Mosadegh!

Who will die? Whoever rules the country is not important.

I just want Ali to be safe. She doesn't want something as big as democracy. Or a new regime at all

She didn't look as far away as he did.

He left home after a violent argument one night. She hugged her knees and sobbed. A premonition said he might not come back tomorrow. She waited with trepidation. What to do if something serious happens? TV programs contain only provocative content. build up hope And your lover is one of those powers.

Ali is working towards his dream. As she prayed to all the gods Keep him safe May he see the world he has dreamed of soon.

And then he came back. Just in time to see the face of my fat daughter who looked like her grandmother. Prima thinks the situation is getting better. Between her grief, anxiety, and the excitement of motherhood, the Shah went into exile and the Pahlavi dynasty toppled. Ayatollah[3] returns from France Changing Iran to a new regime

It's all over, she thought, hugging her daughter and snuggling into her husband's arms.

But it didn't end. Politics is like this Cycle from one thing to another. Enemies become friends. Friends become enemies. People's movement that had joined in expelling the royal family It has become something that religious governments must eliminate.

Ideology is different But the same goal Now the goal has been achieved. There was a knock at the door of the house again. This time it didn't give him time to escape or hide. Ali was dragged away amidst her mother's screams and pleas. The baby's senseless cries made her heart break even more. His sister rushed to him until his words were nothing more than tears.

Either Savak or the Revolutionary Army. Once captured, few ever return.

“I have an acquaintance in Ewin[4] who will check to see if Ali is there,” Tara said quietly. Young woman strong beyond her years Try to be the main one for them to rely on.

He lives but cannot visit. His mother pleaded with officials. I'm willing to do everything. Pay any amount to bail out your son. But money is not what they want. Prima lies in tears every night. Is this the country that Ali wanted to see? Is this the country that Ali loves? Everything turned around His happiness was so short-lived. Too short for hers

My daughter did enough to ease my feelings. The little boy began to look like his father. Prima is sad. She saw her husband laying on top of her child. Day and night pass by There was no sign of him returning, no hope. The only news about Ewin was how many more people had been arrested today. How many lives were taken?

When he decided to give his heart to him Prima never thought that she would lose more than her heart. She lost everything The future shatters in the fires of revolution.

She and his family waited with hope. Two slow years But it's too severe to bear. When the officials delivered his belongings haphazardly Ready to charge for bullets[5] Prima almost fell to her feet. His mother was heartbroken before committing suicide on the fortieth day after that.

Abandoned daughter Prima has no heart to care. She doesn't even have the strength to live. My parents begged me to go home and start over. Tehran was filled with grief. She sobbed, hugging Tara and shedding tears of anguish.

Tara tells her to go home. You have nothing left here.

Prima agreed to return, leaving one thing for her to take care of.

It might be a different country than Ali had dreamed. But it is also the country that he had a hand in shaping into this shape. His blood soaked the ground to support his daughter's footprints.

'Goli', her and Ali's beautiful flower

Goli should have grown up in the country her father loved. Be with him instead of her who is too weak to bear it.

Prima walked into a small alley. Going through many memorable scenes Until reaching the front of a house Her eyes were red with lust. She wiped her eyes and knocked on the door. The sound of movement gradually rang out from behind the fence. heart pounding His palms were cold with excitement and anticipation.

When the door was opened by a girl about four years old. Prima almost collapsed and cried. The girl was stunned. I shouted to my mother and ran back into the house. A young woman ran after her daughter. I asked her in Farsi. But when he saw that Prima couldn't understand her, she changed to English with a strange accent.

“What happened? Is there anything I can help with?” she asked with concern. Look for signs of injury.

Prima looked at the young woman through a veil of tears, dark eyebrows, thin lips of a father.

“Khanum,” the young woman was still impatient.

“Goli,” Prima whispered.

She smiled and nodded slightly. I suspect it might be a friend of my mother's. “Are you looking for mom? It's better to come sit and wait in the house first. Mom will be back soon."

Goli helped her up. One hand holds it carefully. One hand gestures to chase the little daughter into the house. Prima's eyes were blurry. It seemed like the flowers between her and Ali had grown healthy and strong.

Even if I forget you, it doesn't matter.

I just want to be happy.

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[1] SAVAK

National security and intelligence organization during the Pahlavi dynasty It was famous for torturing and executing opponents of the royal family.

[2]جونم (joonam)

Darling, dearest, words referring to someone close to you. Sometimes used to answer telephone calls if the other party is known.

[3]Ayatollah Khomeini, the 1st Supreme Leader of Iran.

[4] Evin Prison

Prison holds political prisoners

[5] The prisoner's family must pay the execution fee, the bullet or the noose to hang him. Most of the time, the corpses are buried without religious ceremony. In some cases, the family was not told where the body was buried.