#Dest_Taqdeer2 #Episode 34 🎬: From the other side, Kisan's voice was heard with a sweet accent that was clear that he had been away from his homeland for years: Hello sir. Mahdi, as if this sound made his heart beat faster, took the glass of water from Sadiq's hand, took a sip and said: Hello my son, how are you?! My daughter-in-law, who seems to be a colleague of the girl you liked, told me about it. I have no objection to accompanying you, because helping two young people get married has many rewards. Kisan, who used to trust everyone for a long time, was very surprised at how he trusted Mrs. Marafet and this gentleman and said: I caused you trouble, but I really don't know the process of performing such ceremonies, so give me the right. Because I was away from Iran for many years and now I am still alone.Mehdi was saddened to hear this and said: You are not alone, my son, God is with you and look how much he loved you to put us on the same path. Kisan, who was more attracted to this man whom he had never met before, said: Me too. I love God too, when will I see you now?! Mehdi, who couldn't believe that he could meet his son so easily, said: I suggest that we meet each other tonight. Kisan, as if he was tired of being alone, said: "No, I'm a bother." Mehdi jumped in Kisan's words and said: What is the problem?! I don't know if my daughter-in-law told you or not?! I am alone here, I really want to get out of this loneliness for one night, tell me the address of where you are so that I can find you myself. Kisan, who was somewhat surprised, said: "No, I won't bother you so much anymore, I will come with the agency if you give me an address."Mehdi said: OK, any convenience! So, due to the arrival of the groom, I will prepare a delicious dinner tonight for us to eat together, and then he told the address of the house and wrote Kisan. Mahdi cut off the call in the midst of Roya and Sadiq's surprise and handed the phone to Roya and as if his whole body was laughing and he was not in control of his movements, he stood up and said: "I. I'll go prepare dinner." I will do it, you saw that I am going to have a guest. Sadiq got up and as he was hugging his father said: Dad, do you want me to stay with you? Mehdi, who seemed to have just realized what happened, started crying in Sadiq's arms, like a little boy who gets his heart's desire after years of waiting, and said: Sadiq, my dear boy, he is coming, oh my God! My son and Mahia is coming and suddenly he pulled himself out of Sadiq's arms and fell into the prostration of gratitude and kept saying: Thank God, thank God.thank god Sadegh bent down and took Mehdi's arm and lifted him up from the ground and said: It is better for me to go. Mehdi grabbed Sadiq's hand and said: You stay too. Sadiq said: No! Kisan has seen me and thinks that I am a spy and that I was under his watch, so everything might go wrong, Roya and I will go, you and Kisan. Mehdi shook his head and said: "You're right, I had completely forgotten about this" and then looked lovingly at Roya and said: "My daughter, you are an angel, thank you." Roya smiled and said: I didn't do anything, thank God that I saw your happiness and pointing to Sadiq, he said: Oh, we completely forgot, let's go to Mrs. Ruqiya's house. Mehdi hit his forehead with his hand and said: Wow! I completely forgot that we have to go there, the love of meeting Kisan made me forget everything, now I am Niam Abbas Agha and Ruqiya Khanam are sad.Sadegh smiled and said: "We will reset it somehow, you go to your kitchen where you need to know that your loved one is coming, we won't say anything about Kisan being found there until we see where the end of this meeting will end." can Mehdi thanked Sadiq and Roya again and they went to Abbas Agha's house, leaving Mehdi alone with the new world he was immersed in. 👈 #continues#novel #hands_of_destiny The second season ✍ the author; "Tahira Sadat Hosseini" ـــــــــــــــ #Oj scientific school 💠 @Amoozesh

#اطلاعیه آیین گرامیداشت سیدالشهداء مقاومت ▪️ شهید سیدحسن نصرالله▪️ و ▪️سردار شهید عباس نیلفروشان▪️ 🔺 چهارشنبه ۱۱ مهر ماه ۱۴۰۳- بعد از نماز مغرب و عشا 🔺خیابان آیت الله یثربی(ره)- مسجد اعظم علی بن ابیطالب(ع) به استقبال کنگره ملی شهدای کاشان می رویم... 🔰 دبیرخانه یادواره شهدا 🔰 هیئت امناء مسجد علی بن ابیطالب(ع) کانون فرهنگی هنری کوثر ولایت پایگاه آیت الله آمیرسیدعلی یثربی(ع) حوزه پیشتاز امام حسین(ع)ناحیه کاشان #السید_حسن_نصرالله #حزب_الله_سرافراز 💠‌@Yasrebikashan

💢خطاب به خود باخته ها و خود تحقیر ها😡 ⛔️وقتی می خواهید سید علی رو صدا کنید دهنتون اب بکشید. بفرست براش تا بدونه با کی طرفه✌️ #آموزشگاه علمی اوج 💠@Amoozesh

#صحیفه_سجادیه_جامعه 🎧 دعا برای موفقیت و پیروزی مرزداران و سربازان اسلام 🔺#مداومت هر روز بر این دعا، کمترین کاری است که وظیفه‌ی واجب ما در این نبرد آخرالزمانی و حمایت از رزمندگان و سربازان اسلام است. ✘ در شرایط آخرالزمانی کنونی و جنگی که امام مان فرمودند : خاموش نمی‌شود مگر که اسرائیل را از صحنه‌ی روزگار محو کند: کمترین نقش ما، که بزرگترین اثر را دارد: #دعا است! • شاید باید جور دیگری بخوانیمش! و جور دیگری به آن توجه، تمرکز و تأکید بورزیم. √ خدایا حفظ کن تمام سربازان و فرماندهان اسلام را ... تا این گامهای آخر را نیز با موفقیت بردارند. ※ دعا برای مرزداران • با صدای محمود معماری متن دعا در لینک زیر:🔰🔰 https://blog.montazer.ir/?p=2263 #سید_حسن_نصرالله #لبنان   #آموزشگاه علمی اوج 💠@Amoozesh

#دست_تقدیر۲ #قسمت_سی_پنجم🎬: آقا مهدی مثل دختری که می خواهد برایش خواستگار بیاید، با حالتی دستپاچه و البته وسواس زیاد کارهایش را می کرد. حالا زیر خورش قورمه سبزی را کم کرد و برنج ها را هم دم داد و با حالت خسته خودش را روی مبل انداخت و همانطور که سرش را به پشتی مبل تکیه داده بود اطراف را از نظر می گذراند تا همه چی مرتب باشد. ناگهان انگار چیزی به خاطرش رسیده باشد به سمت اتاق خواب رفت، داخل اتاق شد و قاب عکس دو نفره ای را که از خودش و محیا داخل حرم امام رضا گرفته بودند و اولین و آخرین عکس با هم بودنشان بود از روی میز کنار تخت یک نفره اش برداشت و همانطور که آن را مثل گنجی گرانبها به سینه چسپانیده بود داخل هال آورد و قاب عکس را به گلدان گلی طبیعی که روی اوپن آشپزخانه گذاشته بود تکیه داد و در همین حین صدای زنگ آیفون بلند شد. با بلند شدن صدای آیفون انگاری بندی درون سینه اش پاره شد، جلوی آیفون رفت چند بار دست برد تا گوشی را بردارد اما نیرویی مانع میشد و رعشه ای عجیب به جانش افتاده بود. مهدی گوشی را بر نداشت و تصمیم گرفت خودش در را باز کند و از در هال خارج شد و با صدایی که از هیجان می لرزید گفت: کیه؟! آمدم... قدم هایش را بلندتر از همیشه برداشت و خیلی زود جلوی در رسید، زیر لب بسم اللهی گفت و در را باز کرد. و ناگهان قامت جوانی که به بلندی خودش بود و صورتی که انگار جوانی های مهدی را به تصویر کشیده بود از پشت در ظاهر شد. مهدی در را باز کرد و در جواب سلام کیسان و سوال او که می پرسید آیا درست آمده است؟! بی اختیار او را در آغوش گرفت. عطر گل سرخ در مشام مهدی پیچید و او را یاد محیا انداخت. کیسان که متعجب شده بود گفت: ببخشید من اشتباه اومدم؟! مهدی تازه فهمید چکار کرده، خودش را عقب کشید و گفت: نه پسرم درست اومدی بیا داخل...ببخشید من زیادی احساساتی شدم آخه خیلی وقته تنهام... کیسان که هنوز متعجب بود با حالت بهت و حیرت لبخندی کمرنگ زد و دسته گل سرخی را که برای مهدی گرفته بود به سمتش داد و گفت: برای شماست، ببخشید من نمی دونستم شما از چی خوشتون میاد، اما چون مادرم گل سرخ دوست داشت و منم همیشه برای مادرم گل سرخ می گرفتم فکر کردم شما هم از گل سرخ خوشتون بیاد، چون مادرم از گلهای سرخ ایران خیلی تعریف می کرد. مهدی که با هر حرف کیسان دوست داشت او را غرق بوسه کند اما نمی توانست، دسته گل را گرفت و همانطور که بوی گلها را محکم به داخل ریه هایش می کشید گفت: منم عاشق گل سرخم، چون گل سرخ مرا یاد عزیزانم می اندازد. مهدی و کیسان با هم وارد ساختمان شدند، کیسان که انگار از عطر برنج ایرانی و بوی قورمه سبزی که در فضا پیچیده بود سر حال امده بود گفت: خدای من! چه عطر دل انگیزی، یعنی باور کنم شما خودتون این غذاهای خوشبو را درست کردی؟! مهدی گلویی صاف کرد و گفت: بله که باور کن، سالها تنهایی از من یک کدبانوی به تمام معنا ساخته و مثل بچه ای که می خواهد هنرنمایی اش را نشان بزرگترش بدهد دست کیسان را گرفت و به سمت آشپزخانه کشید و گفت: بیا ببین خورش چه رنگ و لعابی انداخته... کیسان که اولین بار بود با یک مرد که اینچنین خونگرم و مهربان بود برخورد می کرد گفت: من تصور دیگه ای از شما داشتم، شما خیلی خیلی مهربان تر از تصورات من هستین مهدی گلدان بلوری را از داخل کابینت برداشت و همانطور که آبش می کرد تا دسته گل کیسان را داخلش بگذارد به گاز اشاره ای کرد و گفت: دستم بند هست پسر، برو خودت سر قابلمه را بردار... کیسان که مردد بود و رویش نمیشد چنین کند، نگاهی به مهدی کرد و گفت: آخه... مهدی دسته گل را داخل گلدان گذاشت و گلدان را روی میز ناهار خوری که داخل آشپزخانه بود قرار داد و گفت: آخه و اما نداریم...فرض کن اینجا خونه خودته و منم پدرتم، راستی اسمت چی بود؟! کیسان در قابلمه را باز کرد و با تمام وجود بخار خورش را که جان می داد به تن خسته اش به مشام کشید و گفت: به به! خیلی خوب شده و بعد به طرف مهدی که خیره غرق تماشای او بود کرد و گفت: اسمم کیسان هست، یعنی مادرم بهم میگه کیسان اما پدرم اسمم را گذاشت معروف... مهدی لب زد و گفت: کیسان... کیسان لبخندی زد و گفت: اتفاقا من از اسم کیسان بیشتر خوشم میاد... مهدی هیجانی سراسر وجودش را گرفته بود و نمی دانست چه کند که صدای اذان مغرب که از بیرون می آمد راه نجاتش شد و گفت: تا تو کتت را درمیاری من برم وضو بگیرم که نماز بخونم و با زدن این حرف به سمت دسشویی رفت. کیسان کت تنش را بیرون آورد و همانطور که با چشمان کنجکاوش همه جا را از نظر می گذراند ناگهان نگاهش به جایی خیره ماند. 👈 #ادامه_دارد.... #رمان #دست_تقدیر فصل دوم ✍ نویسنده ؛ « طاهره سادات حسینی »   #آموزشگاه علمی اوج 💠@Amoozesh

#Dest_Taqdeer2 #Episode 35 🎬: Mr. Mehdi was like a girl who wants to marry him, he did his work with a careless and obsessive attitude. Now he reduced the vegetable soup under the stew and boiled the rice and threw himself on the sofa with a tired look and as he was resting his head on the back of the sofa, he looked around to make sure everything was in order. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he went to the bedroom, entered the room and took the photo frame of himself and Mahia inside Imam Reza's shrine, and it was the first and last photo of them together, from the table next to the single bed. Ash picked it up and brought it to the hall as if it were attached to his chest like a precious treasure, and leaned the photo frame on the natural flower pot that he placed on the open kitchen, and at the same time, the iPhone rang.When the sound of the iPhone was raised, the feeling in his chest was torn, he went in front of the iPhone and tried to take the phone several times, but a force prevented him and a strange shiver came over him. Mehdi didn't pick up the phone and decided to open the door himself and went out of the hall and said with a voice shaking with excitement: Who?! I came He took his steps higher than usual and very soon he reached the door, he mumbled the name of Allah under his breath and opened the door. And suddenly, the figure of a young man who was as tall as himself and whose face seemed to depict Mahdi's youth appeared from behind the door. Mehdi opened the door and in response to Kisan's greeting and his question, did he come right?! He hugged her involuntarily. The scent of roses filled Mehdi's nose and reminded him of Mahiya. Kisan, who was surprised, said: Excuse me, did I come wrong?! Mahdi just realized what he did, he pulled back and said: No, my son, you are right, come inside.Sorry, I got too emotional, I've been alone for a long time. Kisan, who was still surprised, gave a faint smile and handed the bouquet of red flowers that he had bought for Mehdi to him and said: "For you, I'm sorry, I didn't know what you like, but because my mother liked red flowers and I always bought red flowers for my mother. I thought you would like them too, because my mother praised Iran's red flowers a lot. Mehdi, who wanted to kiss her every time Kisan said, but couldn't, took the bouquet of flowers and as she breathed the smell of the flowers firmly into her lungs, she said: I love roses too, because roses remind me of my loved ones.Mehdi and Kisan entered the building together, Kisan, who seemed to be intoxicated by the aroma of Iranian rice and the smell of green curry that was wrapped in the air, said: "My God!" What a delightful fragrance, I mean, I believe you made these delicious dishes yourself?! Mehdi cleared his throat and said, "Yes, believe me, years of solitude have made me a code lady in every sense of the word, and like a child who wants to show his acting to his elder, he took Kisan's hand and pulled him towards the kitchen and said: Come and see the stew." What a color and glaze. Kisan, who was meeting such a warm and kind man for the first time, said: I had a different idea of ​​you, you are much, much kinder than I imagined. Mehdi took the crystal vase from inside the cabinet and as he was watering it to put the bouquet of Kisan flowers in it, he pointed to the gas and said: My hand is tied, son, go and remove the pot yourself.Kisan, who was hesitant and couldn't do that, looked at Mehdi and said: Ah. Mehdi put the bouquet of flowers in the vase and placed the vase on the dining table in the kitchen and said: "We don't have any. Suppose this is your house and I am my father. What was your name?" Kisan opened the door of the pot and with all his heart he breathed the steam of the stew that was giving life to his tired body and said: Bah Bah! He got better and then he turned to Mahdi who was staring at him and said: My name is Kisan, that is, my mother calls me Kisan, but my father named me Maruf.

Mahdi licked his lips and said: Kisan. Kisan smiled and said: By the way, I like the name Kisan more. Mehdi was full of excitement and he didn't know what to do when the sound of the Maghrib call to prayer came from outside and he said: "While you are taking off your coat, I will go and take ablution and pray." After saying this, he went to the bathroom.Kisan took out his jacket and as he looked around with curious eyes, suddenly his gaze stopped somewhere. 👈 #continues #novel #hands_of_destiny The second season ✍ the author; "Tahira Sadat Hosseini"   #Oj scientific school 💠 @Amoozesh

#دست_تقدیر۲ #قسمت_سی_ششم🎬: آقا مهدی همانطور که آب از دست و صورتش می چکید وارد هال شد و با دیدن کیسان که قاب عکس او و محیا را در دست گرفته بود مثل چوبی بر جا خشکش زد. نه کیسان حرکتی می کرد و نه مهدی، انگار هر دو به نوعی مسخ شده بودند، مهدی زیر لب نام خدا را برد و گلویی صاف کرد و کیسان متوجه او شد و همانطور که هنوز چشمش به قاب عکس بود نزدیک مهدی شد و گفت: این..این..این آقا چقدر شبیه من هست، کیه؟! مهدی که فکر می کرد عکس محیا برای کیسان جلب توجه کرده لبخندی زد و می خواست حرفی بزند که کیسان نگاهی به عکس کرد و نگاهی به مهدی انداخت و گفت: این...این آقای توی عکس شما هستین درسته؟! لبخند مهدی پر رنگ تر شد و گفت: آره پسرم مال جوونیای منه... کیسان نگاهش را از عکس مهدی گرفت و به خانمی که کنارش بود چشم دوخت و گفت: و این خانم... چقدر شبیه... مهدی بغضی گلویش را گرفت و گفت: شبیه مادرت محیاست درسته؟! با شنیدن این حرف لرزشی به جان کیسان افتاد به طوریکه قاب عکس از دستش زمین افتاد و گفت: ش...ش..شما کی هستین؟! مهدی ناخواسته کیسان را بغل کرد و همانطور که هق هقش بلند شده بود گفت: یعنی نفهمیدی؟! من پدرت هستم، مهدی...من و محیا با هم ازدواج کردیم، محیا سر تو بار دار بود که ابو معروف این روباه پست و رذل مادرت را دزدید، وای کیسان نمی دانی من چه کشیدم، چه شبها و چه روزها با یاد مادرت که زار نزدم، من، یک مرد تنهای تنها چقدر گریه کردم و به دنبال مادرت هر کجا که فکرش را بکنی گشتم. مهدی به اینجای حرفش که رسید هق هقش تبدیل به ناله شد. کیسان خود را از بغل مهدی بیرون کشید و همانطور که با دست شانه های مردانه پدرش را در دست داشت خیره به صورت مهدی شد و گفت: یعنی باور کنم؟! من این داستان را باور کنم؟ مهدی دستش را دور کیسان حلقه کرد او را به طرف آینه قدی که کنار در هال نصب کرده بودند برد، قامت هر دور که عین هم بود فقط یکی در سن بالا و دیگری جوان، در آینه نمودار شد. کیسان اشاره کرد و گفت: تو حرف من را قبول نکن...حرف آینه را ببین... تو عین منی...انگار خود خود منی...گویی مهدی دوباره جوان شده اما در قالب کیسان.. کیسان بهتش زده بود و زیر لب گفت: آخه چطور ممکنه؟! مهدی که تشنهٔ بوییدن و بوسیدن کیسان بود او را دوباره در اغوش گرفت و همانطور که نفسش را محکم به جان می کشید و انگار بوی محیا از کیسان طلب می کرد و باران بوسه بود که دوباره بر جان کیسان نشست کیسان سرش را کنار گونه مهدی اورد و برای اولین بار مردی را به عنوان پدر بوسه کرد و عجیب این بوسه برایش شیرین بود. پدرش بوی گل و گلاب میداد، انگار بهترین عطرها، عطر تن پدر بود. کیسان خودش را بیشتر در بغل مهدی جا کرد و آهسته گفت: پدر... 👈 #ادامه_دارد.... #رمان #دست_تقدیر فصل دوم ✍ نویسنده ؛ « طاهره سادات حسینی »   #آموزشگاه علمی اوج 💠@Amoozesh

#Dest_Taqdeer2 #Episode 36 🎬: Mr. Mehdi entered the hall as the water was dripping from his hands and face, and when he saw Kisan holding the photo frame of him and Mahia, he hit him like a stick. Neither Kisan nor Mehdi made a move, it was as if they were somehow transformed, Mehdi mentioned the name of God under his breath and cleared his throat, and Kisan noticed him and as his eyes were still on the picture frame, he approached Mehdi and said: How similar is this man to me, who is he?! Mahdi, who thought that Mahiya's photo had attracted Kisan's attention, smiled and wanted to say something, when Kisan looked at the photo and looked at Mehdi and said: This man is in your photo, right?! Mehdi's smile became more colorful and he said: "Yes, my son belongs to my youth." Kisan took his gaze from Mehdi's photo and looked at the lady next to him and said: And this lady. how similarMehdi Boghhi grabbed her throat and said: She looks like your mother, right?! Upon hearing this, Kisan trembled so that the photo frame fell from his hand and he said: Who are you?! Mehdi unintentionally hugged Kisan and as he was sobbing, he said: You don't understand?! I am your father, Mehdi. Me and Mahiya got married, Mahiya was pregnant with you when Abu Marouf, this vile fox, stole your mother, oh who, you don't know what I went through, how many nights and days I cried with the memory of your mother. I didn't, I, a lonely man, how much I cried and looked for your mother wherever you think. When Mehdi got to this point, his sobs turned into moans.Kisan pulled himself out of Mehdi's arms and as he was holding his father's shoulders with his manly hands, he stared at Mehdi's face and said: Do you mean to believe me?! Do I believe this story? Mahdi put his hand around Kisan and took him to the tall mirror that was installed next to the door of the hall. The height of each round was the same, only one was old and the other was young. Kisan pointed and said: "Don't accept my words. Look at the words of the mirror." You are the same as me. It's like me. It's as if Mahdi has become young again, but in the form of Kisan. Kisan was shocked and said under his breath: How is that possible?! Mahdi, who was thirsty to smell and kiss Kisan, hugged him again, and as he was breathing heavily, as if he was asking for the scent of Kisan, and it was a rain of kisses that fell on Kisan's soul again. Kisan put his head next to Mehdi's cheek and kissed a man as a father for the first time, and strangely this kiss was sweet for him.His father smelled of flowers and roses, as if the best perfumes were the perfume of his father's body. Kisan placed himself more in Mehdi's arms and said softly: Father. 👈 #continues #novel #hands_of_destiny The second season ✍ the author; "Tahira Sadat Hosseini"   #Oj scientific school 💠 @Amoozesh

#دست_تقدیر۲ #قسمت_سی_هفتم🎬: مهدی و کیسان شام را در سکوتی که مملو از حرفهای ناگفته بود صرف کردند و به پیشنهاد مهدی با قاب عکس محیا، به مکانی رفتند که آن عکس را انداخته بودند. کیسان سرشار از هیجان بود، در عمق داستانی قرار گرفته بود که هیچ وقت به مخیله اش خطور نمی کرد، چرا که همیشه فکر می کرد ابومعروف پدر واقعی اش است، درست است که محبت آنچنانی از این پدر ندیده بود و هر چه بود استکبار بود و تفاخر، اما به عنوان پسر او بزرگ میشد و محیا هیچ وقت راجع به اصل و نسب حقیقی او حرفی نزده بود، البته وقتی هم نبود که چنین صحبت هایی کنند، چون تا جایی که به یاد می آورد، تمام خاطرات کیسان از مادرش و دیدارهای او در حضور دایه اش که بعدها فهمید یکی از زنهای پدرش، ابو معروف بود، انجام می شد و انگار مادرش محیا به نوعی در منگنه بود و نمی توانست در این دیدارهای دیر به دیر، سخنان آنچنانی بزند و دلیل این موضوع را کیسان الان متوجه شده بود. ذهنش پر از سؤالات رنگارنگ بود، گرچه حال مهدی هم دست کمی از او نداشت. پدر و پسر، شانه به شانهٔ هم وارد حرم امام رضا علیه السلام شدند، از صحن های فرعی گذشتند و وارد صحنی که در آن پنجره فولاد بود شدند. مهدی رو به گنبد امام رضا ایستاد، همانطور که دستش را روی سینه اش قرار داده بود سلام داد و بار دیگر اشک چشمانش به تکاپو افتاد و پرده ای شفاف جلوی چشمانش تشکیل شد. کیسان حرکات پدرش را دید و برایش غریب می آمد، چون در طول زندگی چنین چیزی به او یاد نداده بودند، اما ناخوداگاه به تأسی از پدرش دست روی سینه گذاشت و با زبان ساده گفت: سلام آقا! مهدی دست کیسان را در دست گرفت و دو دستی را که در هم گره خورده بودند بالا آورد و گفت: آقا با عنایت شما یکی از گمشده هایم را پیدا کردم و الان آمده ایم تا در صحن و سرایت جانی دوباره بگیریم، آقاجان جان جوادت همانطور که کیسان را به من رساندی، محیا هم برسان. مهدی همانطور که دست کیسان را در دست می فشرد، جلو رفت و خود را به نزدیک ترین رواق رساند، انگار که احتیاج به تجدید قوا داشت. داخل رواق نشستند، از آنجایی که نشسته بودند سقاخانه اسماعیل طلا مشخص بود و مهدی با اشاره به سقاخانه گفت: این عکس را درست در همین صحن گرفتیم، وقتی که تازه به مادرت رسیده بودم و سپس آهی کشید و گفت: زندگی کوتاهی داشتیم، اما اینقدر لذت بخش بود که من حاضر نشدم بعد از ربوده شدن مادرت توسط ابو معروف، زنی دیگر را به خلوت مردانه ام راه دهم، برای من همه چیز یک زندگی مشترک در محیا خلاصه میشد و بعد همانطور که بینی اش را بالا می کشید گفت: از مادرت محیا برایم بگو...اینهمه سال را چگونه گذراندید؟! چرا محیا از من چیزی به تو نگفت؟! کیسان که تا آن لحظه ساکت بود، آهی کشید و گفت: من... من الان کلا گیج شده ام، مانند کسی هستم که انگار زندگی اش یک خواب بوده و وقتی چشم باز می کند می بیند آن خواب با واقعیت فرسنگها فاصله دارد. باید بگویم من هیچ وقت زیر یک سقف با مادرم به مدت طولانی نبودم، زندگی من در ابتدا خلاصه میشد با ابو معروف و زنی که به نام دایه صفیه به من معرفی کرده بودند که بعدها متوجه شدم صفیه زن جوانی که به عنوان دایه من بود، همسر ابو معروف هست. مادرم همیشه دور از ما و اصلا در کشوری دیگر بود و هر وقت ابومعروف اراده می کرد من می توانستم مادرم را ببینم، هیچ وقت نفهمیدم دلیل اختلاف پدر و مادرم چه بود اما خوب می فهمیدم که ابو معروف بالاجبار باید مرا به دیدار مادرم ببرد، چون از حرکاتش بر می آمد دل خوشی از مادرم محیا ندارد. به سن درس و مدرسه رسیدم، مرا به اسرائیل بردند و همچون کودکان آنجا آموزش دیدم، البته ابو معروف هم با من و صفیه بود، اما مدام در آمد و رفت، انگار مهره ای مهم برای اسرائیل محسوب میشد. مهدی که انگار تازه یادش افتاده بود از دین و مذهب کیسان سؤال کند گفت: تو الان به چه دینی هستی؟! کیسان آهی کشید و گفت: طبق اعتقادات ابو معروف بزرگ شدم، به ما مسلمان می گفتند و من متنفر بودم از این اسلام... اما وقتی از مادر درباره اسلام می پرسیدم، او چیزهایی می گفت که در اسلام ابو معروف نبود بعضی جاها برایم سؤال پیش می آمد که انگار ما دوتا پیامبر و دو دین داریم اما هر دو پیامبر نامشان محمد و دینشان اسلام است و این شباهت فقط در نامشان بود و احکام این ادیان از زمین تا آسمان با هم فرق می کرد. کیسان دستهای مهدی را در دست گرفت و گفت: من در تناقضاتی بی شمار دست و پا می زدم، پس از خیر دینداری گذشتم، الان نمی دانم بر چه عقیده و دینی هستم. کیسان نگاهش را در اطراف گرداند و گفت: اما اینجا خیلی آرام بخش است، می شود درباره اش برایم بگویی 👈 #ادامه_دارد.... #رمان #دست_تقدیر فصل دوم ✍ نویسنده ؛ « طاهره سادات حسینی »   #آموزشگاه علمی اوج 💠@Amoozesh

#Dest_Taqdeer2 #Episode 37: Mehdi and Kisan spent the dinner in the silence that was full of unsaid words, and at Mehdi's suggestion, they went to the place where they had thrown the picture with Mahia's photo frame.Kisan was full of excitement, he was in the depth of a story that never occurred to him, because he always thought that Abu Maruf was his real father, it is true that he had never seen so much love from this father and he was arrogant anyway. and pride, but he was growing up as his son and Mahia had never said anything about his true parentage, of course there was no time for them to talk like that, because as far as he can remember, all of Kisan's memories of his mother and His meetings were held in the presence of his nanny, who he later found out was one of his father's wives, Abu Maarouf, and it was as if his mother Mahia was somehow in a bind and could not speak so much during these late meetings. had realized His mind was full of colorful questions, although Mehdi's mood was not the least of him.Father and son, shoulder to shoulder, entered the shrine of Imam Reza (peace be upon him), passed through the side courtyards and entered the courtyard where there was a steel window. Mahdi stood facing the dome of Imam Reza, he saluted as he placed his hand on his chest, and once again tears started to fill his eyes and a transparent curtain formed in front of his eyes. Kisan saw his father's movements and it seemed strange to him, because he had never been taught such a thing in his life, but suddenly he put his hand on his chest and said in simple language: Hello sir! Mehdi took Kisan's hand in his hand and raised the two hands that were tied together and said: Sir, with your help, I found one of my lost ones and now we have come to get a new life in the courtyard and the spread of life. You brought the bags to me.As Mehdi squeezed Kisan's hand in his hand, he went forward and reached the nearest corridor, as if he needed to renew his strength. They sat in the porch, from where they were sitting, Ismail Tala's tavern was visible, and Mehdi pointed to the tavern and said: We took this photo right in this courtyard, when I had just reached your mother, and then he sighed and said: We had a short life, but It was so enjoyable that I refused to let another woman into my male privacy after your mother was kidnapped by Abu Maruf. For me, everything was summed up in a shared life in Mahia, and then as she lifted her nose, she said: Tell me about your mother Mahia. How did you spend all these years?! Why didn't Mahiya tell you anything about me?! Kisan, who was silent until that moment, sighed and said: Me.I'm totally confused now, I'm like someone who feels like his life was a dream and when he opens his eyes, he sees that dream is miles away from reality. I must say that I was never under the same roof with my mother for a long time, my life was initially limited to Abu Maarouf and a woman who was introduced to me by the name of Nanny Safiya, who I later found out was Safiya, a young woman who was my nanny. She is the wife of Abu Marouf. My mother was always far away from us and in another country, and whenever Abu Marouf wanted, I could see my mother. I never understood what was the reason for my parents' disagreement, but I understood well that Abu Marouf had to forcefully take me to see my mother. My mother's heart is not happy because of her movements.I reached school age, they took me to Israel and I was educated there like a child, of course, Abu Marouf was with me and Safiya, but he kept coming and going, as if he was considered an important piece for Israel. Mehdi, as if he had just remembered to ask about the religion of Kisan, said: What religion are you now?! Kisan sighed and said: I grew up according to the beliefs of Abu Marouf, we were called Muslims and I hated this Islam. But when I asked my mother about Islam, she said things that Abu Ma'rouf was not famous for in Islam.

In some places, I had questions as if we have two prophets and two religions, but both prophets' names are Muhammad and their religion is Islam, and this similarity is only in They had names and the rules of these religions differed from earth to heaven. Kisan took Mahdi's hands and said: I was struggling with countless contradictions, then I passed the goodness of religion, now I don't know what belief and religion I am.Kisan looked around and said: But it is very relaxing here, you can tell me about it 👈 #continues #novel #hands_of_destiny The second season ✍ the author; "Tahira Sadat Hosseini"   #Oj scientific school 💠 @Amoozesh