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July 24, 2006
The Persians
I was born in a land far, faraway. An ancient land, which was celebrated by many tribes. A land of riches that enticed many conquerers to lead their men and fight to behold it even if for a short time in the history of it submissions. We were the Persians, The pride of any culture, proud men with abundance of curiosity and the drive to quench their thirst, for knowledge, culture, art, literature. The land of Zoroastrians, the first organized religion that differentiated between the Good and the Bad, the Ahriman and the Evil. Then Islam came to us and it brought with it the promise of a homogenized society with no differences amongst classes. The Persians bought into that promise and betrayed their king and there the time stood still and the ages of decay and ignorance grow within the soil that was sustained by the blood of the noble men of our glorious past.
They took us. they took all of us and everything that we believed in, everything that had made us who we were, our language was the first casualty, and eventually our culture, our skin, our physical attributions, our beliefs, and all the simplicity of knowing we had learned in Fire Temples of our ancestors of Good, and Bad, Ahriman and Evil.
for they brushed a thick gray color within the consciousness of our knowing, narrowing the differences between the Black and White, and filled our being with superstitions, and old wives tales. We were castrated and all our nobility bled away from us, and there they had the empty cadaver of a nation to rebuild again in their own ignorant,
Badwian image. and this is where my story begin, within the parameters of men wallowing in their own misguided pride and the ignorance that had claimed them.
Unfortunately there are no heroes in my story, no gallant, brave savior, the characters I have are mostly anti heroes, I can not even say that. They are just men and women who live their accidental lives within the parameters of the culture they have been born into. The new Persians, who had inherited all the interracial blood of their ancestors , and all the beliefs that was embedded in them. They are ordinary people who happen to live in the better side of the town and and live in higher style than their neighbors
Posted by Idinraha at July 24, 2006 02:54 PM