6/26/2007

A True Story-Part 2

We would ride the same bus from Istgah Hammam on the boarder of Tehran Pars and Tehran No, where our high school was located. She would get off at Istgah Masjed, and I would have to go on for many other stops before I could reach my home. I would watch her beautiful, perfect hair, which looked curled and managed all the time, looking nothing like my limp straight black mop. When she would get up to get off at her bus stop, there was such confidence in her shoulders and the way she carried her head. As she got off the bus, it wasn’t hard to see all the boys of her neighborhood lining up to receive her and follow her to her home if not by walking next to her, by watching her every step.
The last time I saw her on stage was at the year-end school celebration, for what she and her group had been rehearsing for many months. On this day she looked even more mature, as she was wearing make-up, some kind of eyeliner and a pale pink lipstick, and some of her hair was swept away from her face. I don’t remember now other than the dance, what else it was she was doing on that stage—some kind of poetry recitation with a subject such as “night and day,” or some such thing. I do remember knowing at that time that I won’t be seeing her much anymore, as I was being moved to a bigger girls’ school the following year, and I don’t remember now whether she was graduating that year or the next. The very last time I saw her was one day when I was returning home from the new school. She looked really grown-up to me now, waiting on the other side of the street at Istgah Masjed, with a beautiful mini dress, makeup and well-coiffed hair, as was customary for college-aged young women. I remember that though time had gone by, seeing her still made me so happy, validating her prominent position as “role model” in my life. I thought again on that day, “Yes, I’m going to be just like her when I grow up.”

5 comments:

Assal said...

Did you ever talk to her?

Nazy said...

Salam Assal Jan. I should hope to wrap this up by Thursday or Friday my dear. Wait, please! Say, would you want me to have talked to her? Maybe I can tweak my story in favor of your preferred ending! NOT! This is a true story. Wait and see!

nimshab said...

We are waiting Nazy joon.

programmer craig said...

Glad you are doing it in installments, Nazy :)

Nazy said...

Nimshab, Pro Craig, I feel the pressure to deliver something good now! Hahaha! All of a sudden I have trepidations about whether the conclusion might disappoint you! Come back again tomorrow and let me know what you think. Be good!