First of all, my apologies for my late post. I have been quite busy since my return, and now early in the morning on the day after Canada Day I found it the best time to make a post.
To be honest, I don't know how I can categorize this trip. At times I believe this trip was the best Iran trip I have ever had due to the fact that I got to spend so much time with my mom, and of course the in-laws, but then I remember Naser khan's departure and I rather have him back in the life and not live at all. I had absolutely no idea that Naser khan's condition was worsening by the day. My best friend in Iran is friends with this guy who happens to be Atila's very good buddy. He had promised me through Ali (my friend) that he would take me to Naser khan's house as soon as go to Iran as I had asked Ali many many times, that if I ever come and you don't me set up, I will question our friendship that goes back as far as high school. I became aware of Naser khan's condition so early on in my trip that going to his house was already too late. I remember the day my mom called me from her cell phone at 11am, telling me that this guy on the taxi had mentioned that Naser khan was sick and that he was in the hospital. Next thing I knew I was at Kasra hospital.
I really wished I could provide the details of how I ended up right behind the ICU doors and how I managed to be second person in line. I still cry when ever I think about that day. I don't remember how I ended up right behind the ICU doors knowing that there were tons of people who had been there already and they were way ahead of me. I can't describe the feeling. Atile, was behind the door and I asked him ba eshareh..."man"..."mano begoo bezaran beeyam too"...and then he asked the security to let me in....and that's when I felt my entire being was crying....I could not stop.... I could not hold myself.....finally I managed to go with Atila and see Naser khan....I did tell him how much I loved him....I told him that I had asked God to give him my heart and lungs....
From then on, I was at the hospital every day and yet I tried to stay away from Naser khan as much as I could for a number of reasons. First, I wanted him and his family to have their privacy. Second, I wanted him to rest and get better, and third, I knew he was not going to make it, so I wanted to remember him when he was still somewhat sarehpa. The very last time that I saw him was when my mom wanted to pay him a visit also so we went together. His wife came up to my mom and I, and asked whether we wanted to see him. He had been transferred to bakhsh. First, my mom told him how much we loved him and then I told him that I loved EsEs because I loved Naser... I told him that he was more a social figure for me than anything esle. I told him that man Esteghlalo vase Naser khan doost daram. I also told him that "man ravesheh zistan va zendegi kardano az shoma yad gereftam".... with a weak voice he said "shoma loft darin" and we left. After that and despite being asked by his wife and Atila many many time as to whether I wanted to him, I kept on saying no and that was the very last time I saw Naser khan.
A couple of interesting notes- I don't know if you guys heard but Amir GN came to the hospital twice in total. Before he came, Naser khan's fans were anxiously waiting for him. I am honestly not the type to pick a fight or anything like that but I was one of them. I remember his wife telling me and many others that please, if he comes, this is our house and GN will be our guest. You will disrespect Naser if you say something to him. Let him come and leave and please dont hurt him. Unfortunately I missed him both times by minutes but in his first visit, he had shown up with the backing of Police 110. And the second time, I heard his Mercedes windows were turned into pieces with serious damage done to his car.
As for who came and who didn't, let me sum it up. Eveyone came to the hospital except our football chief, that pofyouz Kafashian. Parviz Boroumad, who we all know why, also never showed up.
In the next few posts, I will talk about my experience at Beheshteh Zahra and his Majleseh Khatm in Shahrakhe Gharb. I am going to also talk about the mass security lebas shakhsis that were present in these two places. I won't exaggerate if I tell you that the number of lebas shakhsis at his majlese khatm probably matched the number of people who attended the funeral. Quite sad indeed.
To be honest, I don't know how I can categorize this trip. At times I believe this trip was the best Iran trip I have ever had due to the fact that I got to spend so much time with my mom, and of course the in-laws, but then I remember Naser khan's departure and I rather have him back in the life and not live at all. I had absolutely no idea that Naser khan's condition was worsening by the day. My best friend in Iran is friends with this guy who happens to be Atila's very good buddy. He had promised me through Ali (my friend) that he would take me to Naser khan's house as soon as go to Iran as I had asked Ali many many times, that if I ever come and you don't me set up, I will question our friendship that goes back as far as high school. I became aware of Naser khan's condition so early on in my trip that going to his house was already too late. I remember the day my mom called me from her cell phone at 11am, telling me that this guy on the taxi had mentioned that Naser khan was sick and that he was in the hospital. Next thing I knew I was at Kasra hospital.
I really wished I could provide the details of how I ended up right behind the ICU doors and how I managed to be second person in line. I still cry when ever I think about that day. I don't remember how I ended up right behind the ICU doors knowing that there were tons of people who had been there already and they were way ahead of me. I can't describe the feeling. Atile, was behind the door and I asked him ba eshareh..."man"..."mano begoo bezaran beeyam too"...and then he asked the security to let me in....and that's when I felt my entire being was crying....I could not stop.... I could not hold myself.....finally I managed to go with Atila and see Naser khan....I did tell him how much I loved him....I told him that I had asked God to give him my heart and lungs....
From then on, I was at the hospital every day and yet I tried to stay away from Naser khan as much as I could for a number of reasons. First, I wanted him and his family to have their privacy. Second, I wanted him to rest and get better, and third, I knew he was not going to make it, so I wanted to remember him when he was still somewhat sarehpa. The very last time that I saw him was when my mom wanted to pay him a visit also so we went together. His wife came up to my mom and I, and asked whether we wanted to see him. He had been transferred to bakhsh. First, my mom told him how much we loved him and then I told him that I loved EsEs because I loved Naser... I told him that he was more a social figure for me than anything esle. I told him that man Esteghlalo vase Naser khan doost daram. I also told him that "man ravesheh zistan va zendegi kardano az shoma yad gereftam".... with a weak voice he said "shoma loft darin" and we left. After that and despite being asked by his wife and Atila many many time as to whether I wanted to him, I kept on saying no and that was the very last time I saw Naser khan.
A couple of interesting notes- I don't know if you guys heard but Amir GN came to the hospital twice in total. Before he came, Naser khan's fans were anxiously waiting for him. I am honestly not the type to pick a fight or anything like that but I was one of them. I remember his wife telling me and many others that please, if he comes, this is our house and GN will be our guest. You will disrespect Naser if you say something to him. Let him come and leave and please dont hurt him. Unfortunately I missed him both times by minutes but in his first visit, he had shown up with the backing of Police 110. And the second time, I heard his Mercedes windows were turned into pieces with serious damage done to his car.
As for who came and who didn't, let me sum it up. Eveyone came to the hospital except our football chief, that pofyouz Kafashian. Parviz Boroumad, who we all know why, also never showed up.
In the next few posts, I will talk about my experience at Beheshteh Zahra and his Majleseh Khatm in Shahrakhe Gharb. I am going to also talk about the mass security lebas shakhsis that were present in these two places. I won't exaggerate if I tell you that the number of lebas shakhsis at his majlese khatm probably matched the number of people who attended the funeral. Quite sad indeed.