False Pride Of Forefathers


Personally, I don’t like writers trying to make money off others’ real-life stories by simply narrating them as their own stories. They are selling books without sharing the revenues with the plight of those directly affected and living characters of the story.

This money discussion apart, I have something else to say. But first, read a story by an Iranian female writer “Laleh Chini“;

I remember there was an old ruined mansion in Bushehr (Iran) where people could pay a little amount to go inside. We visited the wrecked house a few times in my childhood. The story behind it was so sad but more importantly, a life lesson which was probably why they took us to the palace several times.

The story goes that the owner was a very rich merchant who was a profligate spender to show off how wealthy he was. People used to say he lit his cigars with burning bills instead of matches in front of others and when big politicians came to Bushehr from the Capital Tehran, he lit candles with bills to show how powerful and rich he was.

He used to serve tea in gold teacups and eat in silver plates and dishes. He was never friendly with anyone and found it disgraceful to talk to the poor.

Eventually, he lost everything, went bankrupt and died without a penny to leave for his children. The poor people who now lived in the mansion with no windows or doors and partially no roof and walls were his grandchildren who owned the land. They lived very impoverish lives.

They survived with general labors and the money people paid to see the ruined house. They never talked to anyone, nor answered any questions. It was obvious that they were so ashamed of their grandfather’s past.

My father said that no one ever offered them any jobs because their grandfather was so cruel to the town, and never respected anyone as he saw himself as a superior.

This story reminds me of a gold-digging woman who wanted to desperately have my babies and live off me for the rest of her life. Fortunately for me and unfortunately for her, she cheated on me, stole my money/stuff, and spread lies about me while fleeing with a tail between her legs. When I confronted her via text chat, since she was hiding, and hideously trying to avoid face-to-face conversation or phone call. To my shock, she brought up her fore-fathers, trying to compare them with my forefathers.

That was quite strange and surprising since I believe in no shame or pride based upon anyone’s heritage, color, caste, location, etc. Such a prejudiced view of life is commonly found amongst ignorant, weak and co-dependent individuals who prefer to stay as losers for the rest of their lives, being on anti-depressants and therapies sponsored by someone else i.e. their family or the state.




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