Saturday, June 2, 2007

Rendezvous


I was asked by a very dear friend to give assistance to a foreign student of Persian Language who was due to stay here in Tehran about four months. Before coming to Iran and after arriving in Tehran, I only had talked to her by phone. And now it was the first time I was about to see her. I knew nothing about her age and how she might look alike. What I had in my mind through her voice and approaching manners, also my experiences on such kind of people and sort of conditions (I mean people who dare coming to Iran and taking Farsi course at this period). I presumed the woman should be around 35 to 50, tall and blonde but just typical and a bit stout. Our appointment was 1 pm and 2-3 minutes had passed the hour that she sent me sms telling, in minutes she will be with me. These waiting minutes added to my curiosity and being honest, increased my enthusiasm. I recalled my German colleague who calls this style of passion, "Masochism". While waiting for her, several people passed by. Whom I thought was she. At last, I saw a young and very good-looking woman (I am not sure how many "very" do I need for this) coming to me while smiling. A tall, charming girl with dark hair and a pretty fair complexion (the closest I can compare is Demi Moore). The eyes were colored but neither blue nor green, a pair of light hazel jewelry, which could captivate any spectator. The scene was just like in a TV fashion show, but this time with my own eyes and here in the heart of Islamic republic.
We had a drink together and talked about her plans while here in Iran. Beside being a real Barbie, she was really smart and cheerful. I do not remember how long we stayed but people at tables next to us changed three times. A number of short times we met after. I looked for events taking place in the city that might be interesting and informed her. I also arranged some contacts useful to her studies. There was an Animation Film Festival in the town. I told her I could arrange two tickets for her, so she can watch the films a whole day with a friend. "I prefer to see them with you". She told me! It goes without saying how I felt, and even if there is a need of saying, I can not put my feeling in words. The day was approaching and I was counting the moments to come. The day was Thursday. My son had asked me to bring him to a gym close to our house and my wife had some weekly instructions for me too. I should now decide. What is the probability? How many percent could there be another case like this. As a 45 years old, do I have enough time for a similar state of affairs? Then again, I asked myself; how about as a father and husband can I have the same opportunity to be with them in a right time?
Late Thursday, my wife sighed distressing; "lengthy staying home for Men is really irritating".