My life story, Part 32

When my brother –who studied computer science- came back from the US, I left college to live in a refugee dorm to be with my family. My brother was very upset when he saw the situation we were living in. He couldn’t believe what he saw. His arrival at the time was fortunate for me, because I could finish my thesis with his help much sooner. But for him it was the worst time to come back to Iran. Iran was not the country he knew anymore. All the cards had turned. The country was oppressed by a bunch of ignorant and uneducated people who ruled the country just because they were sycophant hypocrites. It was not a good place for hardworking educated honest men, especially those who had come back from abroad.

My other brother, who was working in oil company, used his authority to arrange an interview for him. They started asking him about his political and religious beliefs, how often he prayed, how you pray for a dead person, and so on. He answered all the questions honestly and didn’t know that honesty had long died in this country, and it was the time of sycophants and hypocrites. Disappointed everywhere, he started working on my brother’s car as a cab driver, but he couldn’t tolerate the chaos which was driving in Iran. Finally, he took the employment exams and got accepted and started working at a bank which he was later promoted to a high rank in the IT department.

Meanwhile I had finished my thesis and went to Ahvaz –where my bittersweet destiny was waiting to be unraveled- with my brother.