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Pari.

Of course the future is important to me...

...but hope in the future is something else.

From thought of the mind...

...to thought of the heart.

The fervent of thought on the painful path of quest...

...shell not rest days & nights.

He 'II unite body and soul to transform body to soul...

...before death.

He can't meet the need of the soul.

Doesn't consider Himself better & thinks no one...

...a better hermit than himself.

He's neither a nonentity, not an entity.

He's neither a fragment nor totality.

He finds no hope in anyone.

For everyone is incomplete and everybody is occupied with...

...existence and non-existence...

...until he finally meets a sage in whose guidance he finds hope.

Khayam believes that the world is limited and that man is...

...a prisoner of the world. He's a stranger and mankind...

...is obliged, andnature's made everything superior to him.

Contrary to kierkegaard who explanins this issue in...

...existentialism which I'll discuss later.

But, Rumi believed the eternal geography of the world and...

...discusses the union of man & God.

One moment please.

He allows men unlimited freedom...

...with which he ascends to the peak of perfection...

...on the wings of God given love that leads one to Supremacy.

Anyway, rejohice, oh our ultimate love, oh healer of all our trails...

...and tribulations. - Sir!

One moment please.

Just one moment!

You have put khayam and Rumi on a scale for half...

...an hour. Frist you knock down khayam.

Then when you've completely done away with him...

...in a way that one forget his importance in the history of...

...literature, then you idolise Rumi.

Now why do we have to struggle in this roller coaster of literature?

In order to aggrandize the one you belittle the other.

One moment!

I'll answer it next session.

Hey pari, why did you do that?

Don't you want to get a grade?

If it weren't so late. If I weren't looking for honours.

Ifl weren't so miserably vain...

I'd drop literature.

How I hate these arrogant pessimistic, and fake professors...

...who hate everything. Everything is absurd.

Your time is the breath between two breaths.

One of the past and one to come.

The day is today and today is this hour and this hour...

...is this breath and the breath is this time.

Azam dear, Father! Mom!

Mom!

Where have they all gone?

- Ma'am we have no water, no tea. - O.K.

Dadashi!

Please help yourselves to a cup of tea.

This telephone is out of order.

The house is too crowded. I'm leaving for Isfahan.

Welcome.

Hi, how are you?

- Fine, this all your luggage? - Yes.

What's the book?

How was your trip? How's mother? Father? Dadashi?

- Not bad. - I've been wondering...

...about our wedding.

Father says it's better to have the wedding in Isfahan...

...and the reception in tehran, but Azam hasn't agreed, has she?

Don,t know, what will be, will be.

Malekanl He's fake with mushy pointless poems.

A bunch of nonsense, so what? poetry Should be of flesh...

...and blood and it should cheer you up.

That 's why I decided to write.

I wrote an article & gave it to the professor.

I thought I had messed it.

But when I got it back , he really praised me.

- I nearly passed out. - Why?

- Why what? - Why'd you think you had made...

...a mess? - this guy is one of malekan's...

...opponents. When I criticised Malekan, he really...

...like it. I can read it out to you if you like.

Poor Malekan.

O God, who created earth and sky in one word.

Make me a stream, Thus I quench thee thirist of the eanh.

Or make me a butterfly thus I be deed before sunset.

- Is it by malekan? - where are we now?

He's insisting on publishing it.

I tell him there 're bunch of good criticism coming out on him.

It 's swarming with them everywhere but not a serious jop...

...done on it yet. An incisive jop that would deal with him...

...for good. All those silly games in such a situation?

You sound like Killer-critics.

- What? - It's teeming with them in our...

...university. Professors, pseudoprofessors and terrorists.

They attack the one & insult the other.

You really do sound like them.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Sorry. I'm awful. It '3 been about a week that I haven't felt well.

I feel so destructive.

But you were quite calm in your letter.

Yes' I had to strain.

I had the same conversation in class too.

How I hate pessimistic, depotic and conceited professores.

Sorry, I won 't say it again.

Stop saying "sorry". What's up?

Why do you look at everyone in the same way?

If people were really the way you describe them.

Yeah, you're right.

Forget it.

Stop her for a moment.

Anyway, you 'll find weird people everywhere...

...stupid & worthless people are all around.

But you have wonhy perfessors at your university, ...

...Dr Karimi and Salamat. I wished they were at our university.

They 're poets. That's difference.

No, they are n't poets and that's exactly the problem.

They write poems but they are n't poets.

Let's not talk about it.

See how I ruin everything.

I wished the earth would open and swallow me away.

Who do you consider a poet?

How should I know?

Stop it now Mansur.

I 'm not feeling well.

- I can 't go on. - It '3 O.K. we 've arrived.

God, why do I argue with him?

Is it how I see him, or is he really this way?

This tree, these people, are they the way I see them?

How can I find out?

This way please.

Thanks.

All I know is that if you ,re poet you make something beautiful.

After you scribbland some pages you leave a beautiful thing behind.

The result of your feeling...

...& not one just learned by heart

It 's evident & yet hold's secrets...

...come out of favour and not labour.

Those poets leave anything behind.

They don't talk of anything beautiful.

I thought you were fond of karimi 's works.

You said that he 's a good poet.

Yes I liked his works, but tell you the truth...

...I 've come to abhor even liking and disliking.

If instead of all these phoneys, there were someone...

...could look at differently.

Someone wonhy of respect.

Someone great.

SorfY-

I 'll be back.

The invocation that Abulghasem Beshr Yasin teaches Abusalmeh.

He said "young man, do you want to talk to God?"

I siad "of course I do".

He replied "Whenever you 're alone say this.

Without thee my life force, I shall be restless.

Nor can I reckon all your goodness.

Have all the hair on my boby spoken...

...yet not one of thousand thanks betoken.

Yet not one of thousand thanks betoken,

Yet not one of thousand thanks betoken.

Sorry. Did you think I Fainted?

No, I did n't know what was going on? Your eyes...

...are red. Are you O.K ?

Yes. Did you order?

Yes' I've ordered barbecued chiken for you.

No, not chiken.

Do you want kabab?

What a big kebab.

- Minced or filet? - Neither.

Barbecued chiken for the lady. - No.

- What do you want then? - Salad.

What's wrong? I 'm worried pari.

It 's O.K. eat your food.

You have to eat too.

This guy Amir and his wife used to be fans of your quiz show.

Assad, safa, Dadashi and you.

They adore Assad's book.

Poor Assad, if he know his book were so popular...

Assad wouldn't give a damnwhether his book had any admireres.

Even this book was published by safa after his death.

Now he's going to ask about the play.

How do I know it? Why is it so obvious?

- By the way, how's the play? - I quit it. I 'm not in it.

You said you loved that pan.

- They gave it to someone else? - No, they didn't.

You're so nasty!

- So what happened? - I saw myself in the mirror...

...during the rehearsal & it made me puke.

Draw her eyebrow a little thicker.

- Put a mole here too. - A mole?

- Yes. - You're really overdoing things.

- That's how I got rid of it. - Miss Sohrabi!

I thought it quite tasteless to make a fuss out of that.

I realised what an egomaniac I 've become.

I mean all the ege, ege, ege.

Don't be angry.

Let's talk about it.

I can 't.

And after the show with all theapplause of sarcasm, ...

...you still have to be cool.

How I hated my self.

- Wipe away the sweat. - Am I sweating?

I have it in my bag.

Where is it?

- What '3 the book'? - I wanted to read it on the way.

What 's all this stuff I carry with me.

Is it a secret?

What? The book? It '3 about the rites of initiation.

- Who's it by? - By a peasant from Khorasan...

...never gives his name. He's about thirty.

His wife & his brother are both dead.

I mean he has set the hut on fire & they both have died.

- What '3 it about? - It 's special. This peasant who...

...is a pilgrim , and mortifying himself.

One day he come across that saying of Imam Sadegh...

...which explains the ben efits of invoking God.

He wants to find out how much more.

He wanders from one town to the other searching for a...

...saga who could teach him how to invoke.

The only things he takes is a knapsack of bread, salt & dates.

- What happens next? - After years he finds his sage.

I 'd like you to read my article.

See if it's worth publishing or not.

Of course, you might like this book as well.

Why haven't you touched your food?

I 'm not hungry.

You want to know what the sage tells him?

The sage who has obtained the cloack of honour...

...from joneid of baghdad teaches him an invocation.

- What ? - You have to read it by your self.

It 's in the line of mercy.

He tells him that if he tries to say the prayer loudly...

...then it 'll come out by itself.

Then it's the heart that says the prayer...

...& something happens.

The heart beats and the words unite.

It means that the heart stan speaking...

...and the prayer is being said permanently.

And that has a deep impact on you.

By doing this you purify yourself and gain a new perspective.

The only things is repetition.

After this period the quantity turns into quality.

The sage said that this is the qualiti of God's name.

The name of God has this invitabale characteristic.

It 's automatic. Once started, it runs by itself.

The same thing is said about Buddhism.

They say "name Amida Butsu", Which means praise Buddha.

The same thing happens there too.

- Slowly, slowly, what was it? - Namu Amida Butsu...

...exactly the same thing is in Abusaeed Abulkheir by saying...

...the word "Allah". They say "Allah", it ,3 great.

You really belive these things?

What '3 that got to do with believing? I said it's great.

It's a nice conicidence that you come across such a book.

You see , so many holy people have appeared in the course...

...of history to tell you there's something else.

And if it calls you & you respond to it you can reach it.

Than when you repeat the word "Allah" Something will happen.

It 's exactly the same case in India by uttering the word "OM".

- What's the result? - What?

What 's the benefit of this nice coincidence?

You destroy yourself, so what?

So what? A light illuminates your hear1...

...with which you can see God.

SorfY-

I advanced on the roof of the caravanserai:

He Deleved into the mosque.

He lifted a plank of wood, secured the roped wood...

...to the well-head, suspended himself in the well.

Head over hills he commenced to peruse the karon.

And I harkened.

At dawn he had terminated the perusal of the koran...

...and withdrew from the well.

And he left the plank at the door and opened it.

Inside the caravanserai he performed his ablution.

- Hello, is this the clinic'? - If it's near, I can take her.

I want an ambulance please.

- How are you feeling? - Where am I?

We're in the office. We 're trying to get an ambulance.

Ambulance? What for?

Sorry sir. There's no need for an ambulance.

- Feeling better? - Kinda stupid, but fine.

Did I really faint?

I looked for you everywhere. What were you doing up there?

I searched the whole area for you.

I was feeling sick.

Why? Are you on medication?

Why do you keep asking me about medication?

- No, I 'm not on drugs. - All right.

- What's the time? Are n't you late? - Doesn't matter.

- But your friends are waiting. - Here we are, auntie 's house.

- What's going on here? - It's the celebration of Imam...

...Ali 's birthday.

Getlemen are not welcome.

All right, O.K.

Pari, I 'll pick you up later.

- Come here for a moment please. - Sure.

- Can you do me a favour? - Sure What's it?

Take these to tehran & give them to aunt, so that she...

...send them abroad for me. - But they might get lost.

- Just put them in your bag. - No, I can't.

Auntie Aghdas!

Dear auntie!

- Hi Ateneh! Where 're you going? - Do you see this rice pudding.

I 'm taking it to Auntie Aghdas.

I 'll Show you.

- Is she in this room? - Yes, come in.

- Eat Auntie Aghdas! - Auntie Aghdas.

- Have some. - Is she asleep?

No, she 's dead.

Goodbye, dear Ateneh.

- Where are you going? - Tell them I didn't want to...

...bother them. Tell them I went back to tehran, O.K?

O.k.

Hello yuseph. How are you?

It has been a long time since I last wrote you.

Recently, I 've been itiching to write.

I 've decided to write at last 30 pages a day.

Besides these nonsense.

I hear a lot about pari and you.

Poor mother writea a few pages every weeks.

She keeps complaining why there shoud be two telephone...

...lines in the house and none here.

So that I have to use the grocer '5 phone.

I 'm worried about father & mother.

They're grown old and don't understand why their kids...

...turned out this way.

For example, why their eldest son, with such talent...

...should ruin himself that way.

Or why should I with all my education end uo in this dump...

...and write down these nonsense.

And you with your brilliant grades and all these rewards...

...instead of becoming a doctor, are you a teacher.

Moreover, since you went into cinematography and acting...

...they don't consider yourjop serious.

For them kike othera art is superflous.

They don't understand how I feel if I one day can't...

...write something down.

Writing 's an uncanny feeling.

You dwell on things that are beyond you.

And negate the ego.

And this excitement, this walking around the room...

...and suddenly something strikes your mind, you jump to the desk.

Hold on a second.

Whenever something comes to my mind, it 's exactly them...

...when the pen is missing.

But where '5 my pen?

Writing is a passion. A moment in which the ego and self meet.

I am me, and, I admit it.

It 's the absolute reign of the self.

I 'm fed up with these head games They trick you all the times.

The incentive for writing this letter was my meeting...

...with a very pretty little gril at the grocer's.

Her head leaning against the glass, she was starting at the showcase.

I want only one bread.

Ali, please give me my cheese.

You're so beautiful!

You 're the most beautiful thing I 've ever seen.

How many friends do you have? -2.

That's quite a lot. What 're their names?

Mummy & Daddy.

That reminds me of Assad's poems. The day of the accident...

...when I went to the mountainside to claim Assad's corpse.

His last poem, one of his same old Haikus...

...was lying on the sill.

You can't come up, sir.

I 'm his brother, sir.

Assad!

- Please don't touch. - Move on.

Don't touch anything.

What was his name? How old was he?

The little gril in the taxi, just like a doll.

Turned araund & stared at me.

Were you his neighbour? What happened?

I don't know ' ask this child.

I was playing when I suddenly heard a scream.

I looked for my mom.

She wasn't there. Then I saw the hut going up in flames.

Are you a relative?

Are you a relative? - I 'm his brother.

Why did he burn himself ?

Don 't know. Some say it was because it 's exactly them...

He had just married.

They came back from their honeymoon.

Maybe he had enough of life.

His soual had grown larger than life & didn't fit in his body.

They day I went to the coroner to claim the corpse, I couldn't...

...stop crying in the taxi.

Are you in mourning?

I want to go to the coroner, is it here?

Yes, it's here.

SorfY-

- Here you are. - Your change, sir.

When I got off the taxi I was smiling.

Assad and I were already in high school when pari & you...

...star1ed reading. We didn't want to force you to reading...

...great literary works.

Assad thought that educationis sweet provided, it's not...

...a quest of knowledge.

But in harmony whit the "Zen", a quest of no-knowledge.

We wanted you to know frist who Moses, Buddha, jesus...

...and Mohammad and ali were.

And then follow Rumi, Hafiz, Attar and etc.

I was worried about how you were going to bear Assad's death.

Especially pari whose axams had just strated.

I heard that you were skipping classes. You used to go sitting...

...on the roof and meditating for twelve hours a day.

I never came for the mourning period...

I thought pari & you, by seeing me, might throw all the...

...books at me, as if Assad's death was my fault.

Dadashi! Are you home, are you awake'?

Are you still in bad? Haven't you gone to visit your ill sister?

Please go out. I 'm doing some breathing exerciases.

Peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.

I 'm asking you why you didn,t go? Didn't I beg you too'?

No need to beg.

When I think that safa hasn't got a phone...

I get so mad at him.

I 've called him ten times since last night at the grocer's...

...no one answered. On the other hand this girl worries me badli.

These painters wand to start workingin the dining room...

...I don't know where I can take her to rest.

No one wants to look after her. Why doesn't she eat something?

Why is not she attending class anymore?

Even since she arrived she hasn't eaten anything.

Poor Mansur, he '5 already called four times, he 's worried.

- Who's Mansur? - your cousin, her fiance.

- What a nice boy. - What a jerk and a fake.

- Why? - If you see him worried, it's...

...because of his own stupid reasone.

For example, why has he left pari alone.

You 're just like Safa.

You all think that anything peaple do is because of selfish reason.

- Or for their own advantages. - Exactly.

You all either like people or don't, if you do, you talk...

...yourself out, and if you don't which is mostly the case...

...you sit still and let them fall into traps. Be careful!

Can't live that way.

Black or white, good or evil, ugly or beautiful,

By the way, what '3 the book Mansur says, it's all because...

...of this book she 's borrowed from library...

...what 's the book? - Neither of you understasnd.

- What's it then? - It 's a bookcalled "The way".

It has been on Assad 's desk for years.

I haven't been in his room for a long time...

...and I don't want to go there.

I can't touch his things.

Start crying again?

You 've become so cold-hearted.

- Whenever safa felt that... - Safa, Assad, oh.

This house in full of ghosts.

Ghosts of the dead and half-dead.

I don't understand why he doesn't make up his mind.

He 's imitated Assad in every way, the same major, the same degree.

Why doesn't he kill himself and make thinngs easier for us.

God forbid it!

We were brought up abnormal. We're freaks.

And they 're responsible.

I can't have a decent talk with anyone.

I either get bored or I start discussing so much...

...that I get on his nerves.

If the guy had guts he'd break the chair on my head.

I still can't eat a piece of bread before saying the 4 great Vows.

- The four Vows? - Saving the human race...

...suppressing homan passions, dominance of the self.

Acquiring the Buddha-truth, even though imposible.

How about asking Dr. Hekmati to come and see pari.

A doctor again? Remember what psychiatry did to Assad?

When will you learn?

But he 's not a bad doctor.

He 's only capable of either putting you on drugs or...

...giving electric shocks to his patients.

Who '3 talking about giving pari electric shock?

She 'll end up in a madhouse in less then 3 months if treated by him.

Because the doctor who wants to understand pari...

...should believe that it was God's will that he become a doctor.

Or it was because of God's mercy that he hasn't been hit...

...by a car, and has been able to cure his patients.

He '3 to understand "I love me without myself...

Or "to winess is to be witnessed" or have creative imagination.

He has to understand what "the ultimate illumination" is.

Where 's my shoe?

Don't you want to see your sister?

Don't know. Let me concentrate. I 'm late.

They 're waiting for me.

- How did this happen? - Just leave it.

- It 's dangerous. - Let me do my stuff.

All right!

I don,t know what's happening to you.

You used to be all so happy.

You used to play talk and laugh a lot.

But now?

How you used to take care of each other.

Assad and Safe looked After you.

And you after pari!

But now?

Without thee my life force, I shall be restless.

Nor can I reckon all your goodness.

Have all the hair on my boby spoken.

Yet not one of thousand thanks betoken.

It 's so iuminous. Why 'd you wake me up?

Stop it . It 's not tuned.

Your film acting costume?

- So you finally accepted it. - Yeah it 's just another game.

What about your classes?

I 'II have a substitute. It 'sjust 3 scenes.

You 've got rings under your eyes Madam's are moving.

The prayer is rising.

Don't smile at me! Assad used to smile in the same way.

Everybody smiles.

- I want to ask you something. - Don't.

What do you want to get to with this book?

- I 'm not in the mood now. - I 'm talking to you.

You 've become so obsessed with this praying that it 's getting...

...rahtar uncanny. Perhaps I 'm jeolous.

I 'm not telling you not to do this prayer.

But what '3 your purpose?

You know how dangerous these kinds of things can be without...

...a trainer? It 's dangerous. Understand?

It 's the sage who determines which prayer you should use.

You have to know about your way.

There's no difference between greed for material treasures, ...

...or spiritual ones.

- That 's the same. - I know it.

No you don't. this is n't an lQ-competition.

I told this a thousand times to myself.

You say I want to gain something through this prayer.

Like some one wants a fur coat or a luxury car.

Is n't that what you say?

- O.K. why are you shouthing? - No, I can't, you driver me...

...so mad. Don't you think that I 'm worry about this prayer.

I don't need you to tell me that.

Do you want to talk to Safe about it? Can give him a call.

Do you want me to get Safa for you?

- No. - It'll ease you.

- No. - Then what am I suuossed to do?

I want to talk to Assad.

- Dadashi is it you? - Yes.

- The set '3 ready. - I 'm coming.

- Haw you rehearsed with that gun? - Yes.

Just hit the road them. - O.K.

Stop crying. I want to have a descent conversation with you.

- No. - You know I 'm not against...

...this book and the prayer.

You 're not the firist to have thought of saying it.

I was possessed by it myself.

I used to wander through the bazzar like a mad man.

...looking for a sack or something like a cloack to wear.

I wanted to pack my bundlde with bread, salt and dated...

...and search for the way through deserts.

And I really did it.

After Assad 's death I felt as if I were burning too.

I was invoking just like you and your sage.

And we sent thee for nothing but mercy onto the world.

I used to fast for days and undergo mortification.

Until I got sick.

After I got out of hospital.

Again I searched so much until I found a spiritual guide.

He taught me what "Heart full of love, head set to work" means.

Thou art the drop, thou art the sea, thou art the spirit...

...Thou art the light, thou ad the sweetness, thou art the venon.

Torture me no more.

- Wait! - What 's it?

- Close your eyes for a moment. - All right.

Close your eyes, only one minute.

Now don't think about anything.

Now what colour are you seeing?

Is n't it violet? Azure, now it's crimson.

Yellow, now it 's white.

No. It 's black.

- Hold on let me see. - What 's the matter now.

Look at that wheel.

You want me to turn it by looking at it?

Do you know what father wanted to do last night?

He wanted to put you on some concoction and medicinal draught.

Leave me alone.

That's why I tell you that this is n't the way.

It makes our poor parents upset.

I 'm still talking to you.

Something else, is the martyr-like air you have put on.

I mean this crusade you 've waged against every one.

Against your friends, teachers, and fiancee.

Your heart '3 become filled with animosity.

- You just hate everything. - And especially you.

You 've gone too far Dadashi.

You know what all this is for?

- Get out of my way. - Listen.

- How can I get rid of this idiot? - You were about 13 and none...

...of the other brothers were around. You had a problem.

You 've confused ali and Jesus with a bunch...

...of other hermits, mystics, philosophers and prophets.

Is this your conclusion?

I can't understand how one can invoke mercy without having...

...realised Ali '3 compassion.

You ran to me saying that you didn't like Imam Ali.

Because you disliked that he made war.

You said that Buddha and krishna had never done such things.

You criticised Jesus destroyed the Jews market.

And said "Drow your swords" You see! That's where...

...my little Pari Forget about Ali and Jesus and chooses...

...Buddha and Krishna.

But then I was twelve.

Don't say you were just a kid.

You didn't understand Ali.

You know why? For you didn't realise the philosophy...

...of sinking one '5 head into a well or driwing swords...

...or taking barly bread to the neighbours.

These men were lovers of God, you idiot.

I 've seen those who have trodden a path led by a apiritual guide.

They underwent modification, but you can't do that here...

...with our old parents around.

Leave me alone Dadashi.

Only one more word and 'II shut up.

You talk of the self & how bad it is.

It 's Ali Who should decide abut it.

This is God '3 universe ' not yours.

Stop it!

All right.

I should be ashamed of myself that I can't talk properly.

Fool!

What a bliss when it snows to know that the birds' bodies...

...are warm.

Oh snail, climb Mount Fuji, but slowly, slowly.

By Assad Sohrabi Notes 1966-73.

22 I 've reached with a Ph. D in literature in my pocket.

They years that elapsed, blew away like a bubble.

Never in my life, I've experieced the feeling I feel now.

The night is our closed eyes...

...when we look at the illumination inside of us.

- Elena is that you? - Yes, mother, how 're you?

Why didn't you call me, are you all right?

I 'm fine, I 've tried to call you many times, but I couldn't get...

- ...through. - Are you o.k?

Don't worry, It '3 just a little cold over here.

- Didn't you think that... - Why are you yelling?

I can hear you quite well. I told you, I tried last night.

- When did you arrive'? - Two nights ago.

- Who was driving? - Assad and I changed.

- Assad? - Don't get mad, he did quite well.

- I was amazed. - But you promised me.

Didn't you say he won't drive again?

But it's a long way from Isfahan to Tehran.

But you told me he hated diving.

Mother, beliveve me he drove very carefully.

Didn't you fall into a stream? Or hit a tree like the last time?

No. I told him to keep right and drive slowly.

Not to overtake anyone or look at the trees.

- How was the car? - Perfect.

That's because your father took it to the garage and paid...

- ...a lot for it. - Really?

- I 'll tell Assad to pay you back. - You know that your father talked...

- ...to Dr. Hekmati? - Really?

He told him about Assad, the story of falling into the river...

...and that he was going to jump from the window.

Those were all lies.

- And that nonsense he told granny. - Mother, please.

And those photographs he tore into pieces, and...

So what?

He said that Assad should be hospitialised.

- Mother! - I 'm asking you one more time.

- Is every thing all right? - Yes mother.

- Don't you want to come back? - No I just got there.

- Is he around? - No, I told him go and sit by...

...the river. He 's become so pale.

How does he treat you?

Very well, don't treat him like a lunatic.

- Call me if something happen. - Mother, don't worry.

- Brought you some water. - How nice, darling.

I was just about to die of thirst.

Fetch me a mirror from the water.

But if you come too.

This water's very deep, I 'm afraid.

What a nice green dress!

This is not green, it's white watch it!

Yes, you 're right. I 'm so stupid.

Are you going to get me a mirror from the river?

You want me to get you a mirror?

Then give me your hand.

- This Way, don't hit them. - Oh bees! I 'm afraid.

- Don't be afraid of bees. - Do you like Honey comb?

- Yes, I do? - And you like my brother too?

Yes, do you know why?

Because he doesn't molest animals...

...doesn't throw stones at puppies...

...doesn't pull kitten 's tails and he's nice.

- I like to chew candles. - Who doesn't? I like to chew...

...both candle and honey comb.

We 've reached, let me carry you now.

You know what I just saw in the water, a sun-fish.

- What's a sun-fish? - They're little tiny fish...

...and their life is very sad do you know what they do?

- What? - At night they come to the...

...surface, when they see a light they rush towards...

...and they try to reach the center of the light.

They want to swallow the light. That's why they fall on the...

...shore and die.

I just saw one of them.

- Didn't itjump up? - Yes, but it fell into the water.

Go away, don't you come in front of it. Let the sun shine.

I 'm talking to you. No I 'm talking to that big cloud.

And you Don't flow so strong, you might break the twigs.

I told you yeasterday too.

Assad! Is that you?

Did you go shopping?

Did you buy bread?

Assad.

What 's this smell?

Assad!

Help! Help!

The lorry rolling on the lawn.

God gave green gifts to great giggling goats.

Hello Pari! How are you doing dear?

Don't say no or I 'll get angry.

You can't live on fresh air.

You haven't had anything for exactly 48 hours.

Please. How many times di I have to tell you, I don't want it.

- Get up. - I can't.

It '3 Safe. He wants to talk to you.

- Where '3 he calling from? - Don't know, he 's talking in a...

...hoarse voice' hurry up.

Did you tell him that my time 's at hand?

Hurry up!

Come on.

- Hi, Safa. - Hello, How are you?

- Are you feeling fine? - I 'm fine. You sound sick.

- Just a bit. - Your voice has changed.

I don't know if it '3 your cold or the line.

- Where are you? - Close to home. Tell me about...

- ...your self. - What did mother tell you?

You know you can't talk properly on the phone with her.

She said that you 're not eating anything.

She said something about the book.

- Don't you want to say something? - I 've been arguing so much...

...with Dadashi that I 've no power to talk anymore.

- Dadashi? How's he doing? - He 'sjust souch a jerk. I can't...

...stand him. - Why'? What has he done?

He's bugging everyone. He 's become so cynical.

- But what has he done? - He's picking on the prayer...

...and the book that I 'm reading.

He talks nonsense. He 's so confused.

He keeps pushing one subject until you freak out.

- What kind of nonsense? - He curses everything.

The TV programs, his class, his professor, you Assad.

He keeps saying that you have made us freaks.

He keeps changing subject.

Is he just claiming this or has he thought about it.

He has 20 definitions for everything.

One of his reason is that we only love one thing.

Later he says because we hate everything...

...that our minds have become dogmatic.

...that we can't bear people. You know what he told me...

...last night'? He said one day when he was 8 years old...

...he had stew with Abu saeed Abolkheir.

- Did you know that? - Yes.

You see it's like you're in a madhouse and a patient...

...come in a white unifrom and wants to take your pulse.

He prattles so much he getes on your nerves.

Well, that's because of his lron-Jaw.

- Are you still there? - That's enough, Dadashi.

- What? - Now you really overdid it.

What do you mean? Hello, Pari dear!

Are you there?

Yes, I 'm stillhere. Do you think my never are of steel?

Pari dear! Hello!

You messed it again.

Where's she going? Pari! I 've brought you some fruit.

What happened on the phone? What happened to Safa?

- Pari! Where's Pari? - She went out.

I wanted to talk to safa. Where's the phone?

Mansur! No you don't have to come.

It'll suffice if you call, Bye.

She isn't there at Mansur 's what can I do.

Don't worry, she 'll show up.

Isfahan! Auntie! How're you doing?

Haven't seen you pari around?

No?! She hasn't shiwn up since this morning.

Please give me a call if she show up.

Thanks.

Idon't know what to do?

- Dadashi! - Hold the line please. Yes.

She wasn't at auntie 's house' let '3 call your uncle.

She wasn't at zary 's place either.

Please call uncle Mahmood and call us back as soon...

...as you find some news.

Thanks, bye.

Mr. Sohrabi! Where have you been?

- Coming. - I 've called you many times...

...sunce this mornning. - I said I 'm coming, bye.

Dadashi' is it you? Why don't you let me be.

I know you've been dreaming of me...

But don't take it serously.

You know that dawn is when God visits his devotees.

And divides the daily bread among them.

Take it!

One day Safa and I came to watch you frist performance.

You hadn't told us about it, and we know you didn't...

...want us to see your work.

And you were so good Pari, great.

You want more than my death'?

No more then that.For that is all I need.

Why 're you waiting? Nothing that you say fits with my...

...thought. I pari it never will.

Nor will you like to hear about my devout.

All these'd say that they 'd approve...

...my act did fear.

But the opprssore are fortunate in many ways...

...and most, in being deaf.

None of these others see the case this way.

They see, and do not say you've them cowed.

And you are not ashamed to think alone?

No, when was it shame to serve my relatives.

Etecles, victimised to death, wasn't your relative?

You always wanted to be an actrese...

And not just a actress but a good actress.

You know to act and do you know why?

Just for the sake of god, imaging you 're God's actress.

You shouldn't care about what people say.

Why should you? Just do your acting.

Do it for the sake of the "jug bearers"...

Remember? For the sake of the "jug beareas".

I remember when I had an exam, Assasd used to insist...

...that I wear a pair of new shoes.

- And 0 used to ask why? - "just for the aske of...

...the jug-bearers.

- "Who are the jug-bearers?" - "Just wear them".

We had got used to it.

It 's the same now.

He used to tell me the same thing too.

Whenever I wanted to go on the stage he 'd say...

"For the sake of the jug-bearers".

I didn't know what he was talking about.

No matter how often I asked him.

He said nothing.

Lefter I found out who the "jog-bearers really were"

Well they exactly the elder you are looking for...

...the sage, they 're Imam Ali...

...orjesus, or Rumi.

Now, it 's time you break the fast.

3 days of fasting is enough.

Come on the set.

Take it.

Your refused the stew mother cooked for you.

Didn't realize thagt she cooked it with love for you.

How holy it was.

Take it.

Are you ready? Dadshi sound, camera.

Actoin!

Safa once told me something he said:

If one 's fallen a hill, with a cut...

...throat, slowly bleeding to death.

And a bunch of peasant women walk over the hill...

...carying jugs on their heads, one should be able to sit up...

...and turn one 's head to see how the women carry...

...jugs safly over the top of the hill.