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Chapter SEVEN

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He entered my house in search of the murderer,
0 Shah, what greater humiliation than this?
The reason for murder was the officer's being drunk, Why, then, yell and treat an old woman like this? The officers of the Sultan ransack the land,
But old women are accused as criminals!
He who has committed this oppression
Has harmed my reputation and your justice. ,"

In the rest of this poem Nizami draws the comparison between the sultan who lives upon his subjects by plunder and oppression and the sultan who protects his subjects by justice and even-handedness.
During the summer holiday I decided to find another job somewhere other than my father's factory. I thought that if I worked for my father I would not be able to study as much as I wanted. Besides, I wanted to support my own education, that is, pay my own fees and travelling expenses. My parents did not expect any money from me. The relationship between parents and children in Iran and the East in general is rather different from that in the West. Parents in Iran do not charge money for food and accommodation unless they are poor and unable to support themselves. In this case the children work and support their parents.
Through a friend I found a job in a material shop at Amir Bazaar, which was one of the best and most crowded bazaars in Tabriz. Many people shopped for their weddings in this bazaar, particularly for the dresses and jewellery. It was well arranged and brightly lit, with goldsmiths, jewellers, perfumeries and material shops of all kinds. There was another bazaar parallel to Amir Bazaar where there were herbs and haberdashery shops. I used to like passing this bazaar, which was full of the smell of fresh herbs.
I worked in Haji Ali-Asghar Turchiyan's shop from 9 a.m. to 4.45 p.m. and went to my evening classes at 5 p.m. I had to leave the shop almost three hours before closing time. There are no fixed hours for shops in Tabriz and in other cities of Iran. The bazaars usually close between six and seven in the evening but the shops in the streets are open, especially in summer, until midnight. This gives an air of liveliness to the evening streets, with people strolling up and down, shopping and window-shopping. Most shops close for two or three hours at midday for the afternoon siesta. This is an especially welcome break during the hot summer months.
My job in the shop was to help the customers, measure the materials, arrange and pack them. Mr Turchiyan handled the money. At noon Mr Turchiyan would go to the mass prayer at the nearby mosque and I used to sit, if there were no customers (the shop was usually very quiet in the afternoons), and revise my lessons. We ate our lunch together - fresh bread with butter and honey in winter and fresh bread, cheese and fruit in autumn and summer. Then twice a week I was sent to different places to collect money from Mr Turchiyan's debtors. These hours were most pleasant ones when I had a chance to read my books and go through my English vocabulary while waiting for the people from whom I had to collect the money.
On the whole, my employer was a kind and polite man who did not interfere with my studies while the shop was quiet. I was paid 25 tomans (about £3 at that time) per month, excluding my lunch. I paid 12 tomans for the evening class and spent 13 more on travelling and books. I managed to save some money from my wages and tips so that I would have something to spend during the three months (April to June) when I left work to concentrate on my studies and prepare for the final examination.
I stayed at home during these months to revise. I spent part of April in the library and May and June in our garden under the fruit trees. It was pleasant to be able to revise and think in the fresh air and spring sunshine, especially since I could help myself to the fruit which hung above my head as I sat and studied underneath the trees. At lunchtime my mother would call me in for a meal. I never wanted a big lunch in case I felt sleepy afterwards and could not study, but enjoyed sitting with my parents, brothers and sisters. I was always anxious not to miss the melon or water-melon after the meal.
After this effort I managed to pass all the subjects and had thus completed both the second and third years of secondary school. I had now moved one year ahead of my former classmates at Nizami School. This year (19501951) when I attended the Azar night-school, Bungah-i Azar, was a year of change for me. I was introduced to the outside world. I met many people from different levels both in the bazaar and at night-school. There were workers, army and air-force personnel, businessmen and young students like me in my class. We had well-known teachers in physics, chemistry, history, Persian and other subjects. Our physics teacher was called Murtaza Alasti. He was a good teacher but very strict and treated us like schoolchildren. Nobody was allowed to enter his class after he had started the lesson. I remember one day one of the workers, a Mr Dabbagh, who worked in a textile factory in Tabriz, arrived five minutes late and knocked at the classroom door. The teacher did not let him come in. I protested and said, "Sir, Mr Dabbagh is no schoolboy, but a worker who is returning from his work. It is not fair to keep him outside." My words fell like a bombshell in the classroom. Mr Alasti lost his temper and said sarcastically, "A new barber has arrived and cuts our hair differently." He meant that I had opposed tradition and his programme. Perhaps he was right, but I could not bear to see the innocent face of Mr Dabbagh outside the door and deprived of attending one of our most important subjects.
After speaking these words, Mr Alasti stalked out of the classroom. The reaction in the classroom was mixed: some believed that the teacher was right and some believed that I was right. A member of the air force who was sitting next to me (and in fact supported me) said, "You'd better go and apologise to Mr Alasti and ask him to return to his class." Worried about the loss of the physics lesson, I took his advice and went to the principal's room, where I found Mr Alasti. The principal, without hesitation, advised me to stay out of class for two weeks while Mr Alasti decided whether to accept me back or not.
For a fortnight I stayed away from the physics classes. One evening I went to Mr Alasti's house and knocked on the door. A woman answered and I asked for him. She said, "Wait, while I go and call him." Shortly afterwards Mr Alasti appeared at the door. I greeted him and apologized for disturbing him in his class. He said, "I appreciate your feelings" but you put me on the spot in the classroom and made me feel guilty. You know, there are many individual rich students who want me to teach them privately but I prefer to teach the students at Bungah-i Azar. You may come back to my classes." In June when we received our examination results, Mr Dabbagh received the highest marks in the classroom. I was delighted.
During the following summer I worked in the shop next to the one owned by Haji Ali-Asghar Turchiyan. The name of the shop owner was Mr QariZadeh. My work was rather dull and less stimulating in this shop, nor did I have the same freedom that I had in my previous employment. Mr Qari Zadeh neither showed any interest in my studies, nor did he talk to me about bazaar matters.
Before the summer ended I decided to work with Hassan, Haji Turchiyan's nephew. We both had a small amount of savings with which we bought some material. His father, who also owned a large material shop opposite his brother's, let us use the outside corner of his shop to sell our goods. This suited me very well, because I was my own boss and could sit and read or prepare my lessons and meanwhile serve any customer who wanted to buy some material.
I had enrolled at Bungah-i Azar to study the fourth and fifth years of secondary level. These years were equivalent to '0' level or Scottish '0' grade. As in the previous year, I worked in the bazaar until 5 p.m. and then attended my evening classes. This year I had much to do. Mathematics, physics and chemistry were much harder. In addition we had Arabic, English and Persian examinations. In April I stopped working in the bazaar and started to revise for the final examination. My father, who had seen that I was studying very seriously, did not bother asking me to do any odd jobs in the factory. But I still went there sometimes and talked to the workers.
I took my examinations in June and passed all of them. It seemed like a miracle. Some of the students who attended the classes with me had tried several times and failed. Their talk of failure had frightened me and made me anxious. A few weeks before the examinations I had talked to myself sternly: "Those who have attempted the examinations several times and have failed are those who attend the classes but do not do their homework and do not revise properly before the examinations. Look at those who frighten you. They spend most of their time in front of the girls' school and watch them or chat with them on their return home. If you study all the allocated books and answer all the questions in mathematics, physics and chemistry, and translate Arabic into Persian correctly, then there is no reason for worrying." This talk to myself had helped me.
By now I was two years ahead of my former fellow students at Nizami School. Most of my friends there knew what I was doing and in fact seemed proud of me. Their positive attitude had encouraged me and I was pleased that I had not disappointed them.
The following summer, 1952, I did not work in the bazaar but I helped my father at the factory and at home. I was also busy thinking about my future: whether to enrol in the military academy and become an officer after three or four years of study, or to enrol in a day-school and do the sixth and final year of secondary school, which is equivalent to 'A' level or Highers in Scotland. I finally decided on the latter and enrolled at Firdausi day-school.
Firdausi Secondary School was one of the largest and oldest schools in the city centre. It was a three-storey brick building surrounded by a large schoolyard. It had large laboratories for chemistry, physics and physiology. Dr Kishavarzi taught chemistry. Mr Alasti (who also taught at the nightschool) taught physics and Dr Taymuri, the principal of the night-school, taught physiology a few days a week and also worked at the university hospital. He had a degree in physiology and a degree in medicine. Our teacher of Persian literature was Mr Batman-Qilinj, whom I liked very much; he had a sense of humour and stimulated and encouraged creative writing. I remember once we were asked to write about the meaning of "knowledge". I wrote a very short essay in Persian explaining that there are two kinds of knowledge: one is acquired through one's own daily experience and the other is taught by others. I trusted and preferred the former to the latter. Mr Batman-Qilinj called me to his office and told me how he liked my essay and encouraged me to write on the basis of my own experience rather than relying on the information of others.
The school had a huge hall where we could gather to watch plays and films or listen to speakers. I found some of the lectures very boring, especially those of the principal, Mr Mirfakhrai, who taught French. He was a cultured, upper-class man who tried to translate French novels into Tabriz life! Our English teacher, Mr Lazar, on the other hand, was an Assyrian who told us dirty jokes and often talked about his Chevrolet car, which was well known in the city. He taught Essential English; and A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. Mr Lazar was one of the best English teachers in Tabriz. He had learned the language while working for the British in southern Iran during the Second World War.
The students at Firdausi School came mostly from middle-class families. In our class there were about 60 students, who were aiming to study either engineering or medicine. I intended to study dentistry. My close friend Mr Tisheh-Zan, who hoped to study medicine, combined his studies with helping his father in their carpenter's shop. We often studied together at each other's houses. At the end of the year we both passed the sixth-year examinations. He could enrol at Tehran University to study medicine but I could not. I decided to study in the Faculty of Arts - English and Persian language and literature.
After the final examinations I decided to travel to other parts of Iran. I went to Tehran with my brother Ismail, where he went to a lung specialist for treatment of his tuberculosis. While attending the hospital he stayed with my cousin in Tehran. I, meantime, visited Esfahan and Shiraz. I found these ancient cities very beautiful and cultured. In Esfahan I visited bluetiled mosques, which had the most beautiful mosaics on their domes; there were also huge squares with fountains and wide streets with tall trees and the bridge over the river, whose unusual architecture attracts many visitors from all over the world. The bazaars in Esfahan were also full of interesting handicrafts. A mosque in Esfahan However, I was anxious to visit Shiraz before returning to Tehran to rejoin Ismail, so I did not stay there more than a few days.