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ﺗــﻮﻯ ﺧﻮﺩﺵ ﺑــﻮﺩ ﻭ ﺍﻳــﻦ ﻧﮕﺮﺍﻧﻢ ﻣﻰﻛﺮﺩ. ﻭﻗﺘﻰ ﮔﻮﺷــﻰ ﺗﻠﻔﻦ ﻫﻤﺮﺍﻫﺶ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺳﺘﺶ ﻣﻰﮔﺮﻓﺖ ﺍﻧــﮕﺎﺭ ﺧﻨﺠــﺮ ﺩﺭ ﻗﻠﺒــﻢ ﻓﺮﻭ ﻣﻰﻛﺮﺩﻧﺪ. ﺭﺍﺳــﺖ ﻣﻰﮔﻮﻳﻨﺪ ﻛﺎﻓــﺮ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺭﺍ ﺑــﻪ ﻛﻴﺶ ﺧﻮﺩ ﭘﻨﺪﺍﺭﺩ، ﭼﻪ ﺍﻓﻜﺎﺭ ﺷﻮﻣﻰ ﻛﻪ ﺩﺭﺑﺎﺭﻩ ﺍﻭ ﺑﻪ ﻓﻜﺮﻡ ﺧﻄﻮﺭ ﻧﻤﻰﻛﺮﺩ. ﺑﺎ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ ﻣﻰﮔﻔﺘﻢ ﺍﮔﺮ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺯﻥ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺧﻴﺎﻧﺖ ﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﺎﺷــﺪ ﺩﻕ ﻣﻰﻛﻨﻢ ﻭ ﻣﻰﻣﻴــﺮﻡ. ﻫﺮ ﻣﻮﻗﻊ ﻫﻢ ﻣﻰﺧﻮﺍﺳــﺘﻢ ﭼﻨﺪ ﻛﻠﻤﻪ ﺑــﺎ ﺍﻭ ﺣﺮﻑ ﺣﺴــﺎﺏ ﺑﺰﻧﻢ ﻣﻰﮔﻔﺖ ﻣﺮﻳﺾ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻭ ﺣﻮﺻﻠﻪ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﺩ. ﻳﻚ ﺭﻭﺯ ﺑﻪ ﺳﻴﻢ ﺁﺧﺮ ﺯﺩﻡ ﻭ ﺑﻪ ﺯﻭﺭ ﮔﻮﺷﻰ ﺗﻠﻔﻨﺶ ﺭﺍ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻢ. ﺑﺎ ﻋﺠﺰ ﻭ ﻻﺑﻪ ﺍﻟﺘﻤﺎﺱ ﻣﻰﻛﺮﺩ ﮔﻮﺷﻰ ﺗﻠﻔﻨﺶ ﺭﺍ ﭘﺲ ﺑﺪﻫﻢ. ﻏﻴﻆ ﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ، ﺧﻴﻠﻰ ﺗﻨﺪ ﺟﻮﺍﺑﺶ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺍﺩﻡ. ﮔﻮﺷﻰ ﺭﺍ ﺯﻳﺮ ﻭ ﺭﻭ ﻛﺮﺩﻡ ﺑﻪ ﭼﻴﺰ ﻣﺸــﻜﻮﻛﻰ ﺑﺮﻧﺨﻮﺭﺩﻡ. ﺩﺭ ﭼﻨﺪ ﻛﺎﻧﺎﻝ ﺭﻭﺍﻥﺷﻨﺎﺳﻰ ﻭ ﺧﺎﻧﻮﺍﺩﻩ ﻋﻀﻮ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺑﺎ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ ﻣﻰﮔﻔﺘﻢ ﺣﺘﻤــﺎ ﻓﺎﻳﻞﻫﺎﻯ ﻣﺨﻔــﻰ ﺩﺭ ﮔﻮﺷــﻰﺍﺵ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ. ﻧﺎﺧﻮﺩﺁﮔﺎﻩ ﺳــﺮﺍﻍ ﻛﻤﺪ ﻭﺳﺎﻳﻠﺶ ﺭﻓﺘﻢ. ﭼﻴﺰﻯ ﭘﻴﺪﺍ ﻛﺮﺩﻡ ﻛــﻪ ﺧﻴﻠﻰ ﺑﺮﺍﻳــﻢ ﺗﻜﺎﻥﺩﻫﻨــﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﻫﻤﺴﺮﻡ ﺩﺭ ﺳﺮﺭﺳﻴﺪ ﺭﻭﻳﻪ ﻣﺨﻤﻠﻰ ﻗﺮﻣﺰ ﺭﻧﮓ ﺧﻮﺩ ﻳﺎﺩﺩﺍﺷــﺖﻫﺎﻳﻰ ﺩﺍﺷﺖ. ﺩﺭ ﺻﻔﺤــﺎﺕ ﺍﻭﻝ ﻭﺻﻴﺖﻧﺎﻣــﻪ ﻭ ﺩﻟﺘﻨﮕﻰﻫﺎﻳﺶ ﺭﺍ ﻧﻮﺷــﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﻫﺮﭼﻪ ﺳﺮﺭﺳــﻴﺪ ﺭﺍ ﻭﺭﻕ ﻣﻰﺯﺩﻡ ﺣﺎﻟﻢ ﺑﺪﺗﺮ ﻣﻰﺷــﺪ. ﺭﻭﻯ ﻳﻚ ﺻﻔﺤﻪ ﻣﻴﺨﻜﻮﺏ ﺷﺪﻡ. ﺧﺸﻜﻢ ﺯﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺑﺎﻭﺭ ﻧﻤﻰﻛﺮﺩﻡ ﭼﻪ ﻣﻰﺧﻮﺍﻧﻢ. ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﻧﻤﻰﺗﻮﺍﻧﺴﺘﻢ ﺭﻭﻯ ﭘﺎﻯ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ ﺑﺎﻳﺴــﺘﻢ. ﺗﺎﺯﻩ ﻓﻬﻤﻴﺪﻡ ﻣﻦ ﭼﻪﻗــﺪﺭ ﻛﺜﻴــﻒ ﻫﺴــﺘﻢ ﻭ ﺍﻭ ﭼﻪ ﺯﻥ ﺑﺎﺍﺭﺯﺷﻰ ﺍﺳﺖ. ﻫﻤﺴﺮﻡ ﺍﺯ ﭼﻨﺪﻣﺎﻩ ﻗﺒﻞ ﻣﺘﻮﺟﻪ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻣﻦ ﺩﺭ ﻓﻀﺎﻯﻣﺠﺎﺯﻯ ﺑﺎ ﺩﺧﺘــﺮﻯ ﺳــﺮ ﻭ ﺳــﺮﻯ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ. ﺁﻧﭽﻪ ﺩﺭﺍﻳﻦﺑــﺎﺭﻩ ﺭﻭﻯ ﻛﺎﻏﺬ ﻧﻮﺷــﺘﻪ، ﻋﻴﻦ ﺣﻘﻴﻘﺖ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﻋﺮﻕ ﺷﺮﻡ ﺭﻭﻯ ﭘﻴﺸﺎﻧﻰﺍﻡ ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﻭﻗﺘﻰ ﻓﻜﺮ ﻣﻰﻛﺮﺩﻡ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﭼﻨﺪﻣﺎﻩ ﺧﺒﺮ ﺩﺍﺷــﺘﻪ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻛﻪ ﭼﻪﻛﺎﺭ ﻣﻰﻛﻨﻢ ﻭ ﺑﻪ ﺭﻭﻳﻢ ﻧﻴﺎﻭﺭﺩﻩ ﺍﺳــﺖ ﻗﻠﺒﻢ ﻣﻰﮔﺮﻓﺖ. ﺍﺯ ﺍﺗﺎﻕ ﺑﻴﺮﻭﻥ ﺁﻣﺪﻡ. ﺑﻪ ﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﭘﺪﺭﺵ ﺭﻓﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﻓﻜــﺮ ﻣﻰﻛﺮﺩﻡ ﺣﺎﻻ ﺩﻳﮕــﺮ ﺧﺎﻧــﻮﺍﺩﻩﺍﺵ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺟﺮﻳﺎﻥ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻣﺴــﺎﺋﻞ ﻣﻰﮔﺬﺍﺭﺩ. ﺳﺮﺷــﺐ ﺑﺎ ﺗﺮﺱ ﺩﻧﺒﺎﻟﺶ ﺭﻓﺘــﻢ. ﺟﻠﻮﻯ ﭘــﺪﺭ ﻭ ﻣﺎﺩﺭ ﻭ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﺮﺵ ﺧﻴﻠﻰ ﻣﻌﻤﻮﻟﻰ ﺑﺮﺧﻮﺭﺩ ﻛﺮﺩ ﻭ ﺁﺑﺮﻭﻳــﻢ ﺭﺍ ﺧﺮﻳﺪ. ﺑﻪ ﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﺑﺮﮔﺸــﺘﻴﻢ. ﺳﺮﺻﺤﺒﺖ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎﺯ ﻛﺮﺩﻡ ﻭ ﭘﺮﺳﻴﺪﻡ ﭼﺮﺍ ﻧﮕﻔﺘﻰ ﺍﺯ ﻛﺎﺭﻫﺎﻳﻢ ﺧﺒﺮ ﺩﺍﺭﻯ؟ ﺑﻪ ﺯﻣﻴﻦ ﺧﻴﺮﻩ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭ ﺟﻮﺍﺏ ﻧﻤﻰﺩﺍﺩ. ﭼﻨﺪﺑﺎﺭ ﺳــﺆﺍﻝ ﻛــﺮﺩﻡ. ﺑﺎﻻﺧﺮﻩ ﻋﻘــﺪﻩ ﺩﻟﺶ ﺗﺮﻛﻴــﺪ، ﺧﻴﻠــﻰ ﺁﺭﺍﻡ ﮔﻔــﺖ: »ﺍﺯ ﺗﻮ ﻣﺘﻨﻔﺮﻡ«. ﺷــﻨﻴﺪﻥ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺣﺮﻑ ﺍﺯ ﺯﻧــﻰ ﻛــﻪ ﺑﻰﺭﻳﺎ ﻭ ﻋﺎﺷــﻘﺎﻧﻪ ﺩﻭﺳــﺘﻢ ﺩﺍﺷــﺖ ﺧﻴﻠــﻰ ﻋﺬﺍﺏﺁﻭﺭ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺍﻭ ﺩﭼﺎﺭ ﺍﻓﺴﺮﺩﮔﻰ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻭ ﻓﻘﻂ ﻫﻤﻴﻦ ﺟﻤﻠــﻪ ﺭﺍ ﺗﻜﺮﺍﺭ ﻣﻰﻛﻨﺪ. ﺑﻪ ﻣﺮﻛﺰ ﻣﺸﺎﻭﺭﻩ ﺁﺭﺍﻣﺶ ﭘﻠﻴﺲﺭﺿﻮﻯ ﺁﻣــﺪﻩﺍﻡ ﺗﺎ ﺭﺍﻫــﻰ ﺑﺮﺍﻯ ﺣﻞ ﻣﺸــﻜﻞ ﻧﺸــﺎﻧﻢ ﺩﻫﻨﺪ. ﺑﺮﺍﻯ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ ﻣﺘﺄﺳــﻔﻢ ﻛﻪ ﻣﺜﻞ ﻛﺒﻚ ﺳــﺮﻡ ﺭﺍ ﺯﻳــﺮ ﺑﺮﻑ ﻓﺮﻭ ﻛــﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ. ﺍﻳــﻦ ﻣﻮﺿﻮﻉ ﻛــﻪ ﺑﺮﺍﻯ ﮔﻮﺷﻪﮔﻴﺮﻯﺍﺵ ﺑﻪ ﺍﻭ ﺷﻚ ﻛﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﻭ ﺗﺮﺱ ﺍﺯ ﺍﻳﻨﻜﻪ ﻣﺒﺎﺩﺍ ﺑــﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺧﻴﺎﻧﺖ ﻛﻨﺪ، ﺍﻣﺎ ﺭﻓﺘــﺎﺭ ﺧــﻮﺩﻡ ﺭﺍ ﻧﻤﻰﺩﻳﺪﻡ ﻋﺬﺍﺑﻢ ﻣﻰﺩﻫﺪ. ﭘﺸــﻴﻤﺎﻧﻢ ﻭ ﺍﻣﻴﺪﻭﺍﺭﻡ ﺣﺎﻝ ﻫﻤﺴﺮ ﻧﺎﺯﻧﻴﻨﻢ ﺧﻮﺏ ﺑﺸﻮﺩ، ﻗﻮﻝ ﻣﻰﺩﻫﻢ ﺍﺷﺘﺒﺎﻩﻫﺎﻯ ﮔﺬﺷﺘﻪ ﺭﺍ ﺟﺒﺮﺍﻥ ﻛﻨﻢ.

ﺑﻪ ﺯﻣﯿﻦ ﺧﯿﺮﻩ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭ ﺟﻮﺍﺏ ﻧﻤﯽﺩﺍﺩ. ﭼﻨﺪﺑﺎﺭ ﺳﺆﺍﻝ ﮐﺮﺩﻡ. ﺑﺎﻻﺧﺮﻩ ﻋﻘﺪﻩﺩﻟﺶ ﺗﺮﮐﯿﺪ ،ﺧﯿﻠﯽ ﺁﺭﺍﻡ ﮔﻔﺖ: »ﺍﺯ ﺗﻮ ﻣﺘﻨﻔﺮﻡ«

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