I 'm as though I was born just seconds ago … All the same seem new now. So pure and full of life, so moving to take my heart out of my chest to …. chest to …. For what comes to me ... I do not dare to think about anything else but to things I can see , all the beauties … it feels so warm to see the nature. I'm looking at the window and wish… If I could swallow all these beauties… seems they are talking to me …. Though, up to now I was so blind to see them and deaf to hear their voice.

Green lands- off springs of the recent heavy rains along Qazvin road, mountains with their red tulips at their hearts, peaks and bases, Manjil with its famous winds- shaking the leaves of trees and my heart, Sefidrood echoing into my ears to tenderly, pouring every drop of which seems rushing and throwing itself to my side to tell me of the things she saw along her way eager to pour her water to my face to wake me up…, lands filled with water and ready to be dog in for rice ….

That was the moment I remembered that frozen story about sefidrood I used to read and memorize in my primary school geography book. And automatically it came as " Sefidrood is the most important river in the north of Iran ". How funny and poor this general statement was and I'm wondering how eager as a forth-level primary student I was to memorize and try to LEARN! such out of people, out of time and out of nature statements. The river that I'm seeing in front of my eyes now and the one I love to hear its rushing and pouring sound does not look like that statement at all. I listen to my grandmother's narration about the time farmers in Shaft had problem for their rice and didn't have such dam to guide the water to their lands. I am looking at its light brown color thinking how bad it might be for lands. Then I see again my grandmother who knows about how useful this brown colored water for farms as she keeps telling me "This water of Sefidrood in Spring particularly at this time of Ordibehesht is really rich for growing rice, because along its way it digs the soil and is full of minerals and is really good for enriching the farms". I see myself on the verge of giggling since I feel I was deceived by those units of geography. The picture of Sefidrood in our books was limited to a kind of satellite picture printed on the page so that you could see only a black , small wire thing. No illustrative picture and story was there to help me see how vital this river was for people of the region. Now my laugh stops with a sigh out of pity for the fact that how remote was My geography! And continued with a shocking wonder as Did we after the real geography in our books or not? How this land, river chain of the life of north people was kept separate not sounding of the hopes and wonders and issues of the people!

To BE CONTINUED!