Mohammad Reza Pour Jafari
Iranian Translator & Writer
Seminar of Fiction & Dialog Among Cultures
Farokh Negar Pub.
of Third Person Singular, Absent and Deceased
Mohammad Reza Pour Jafari:
Story of Third Person Singular, Absent and Deceased
You may call it a story
or an essay or a poem or maybe a cool joke or
nonsense. You are free at will. Be. You are free. Like
breeze or hail storm. But, you are standing in front
of me, the third person singular, and the other
"he", of "him". I swear that I am
not acting. Because, I have written a story about the
late third person singular, a prisoner of our thoughts
for thousands of years.
I don't know about you. I have freed him. The
same one burdening your all sins on his shoulders.
Your egotism deceitfulness, jealousy, retard ness and
corrupts. Yes even, Personality Corruptness. Even your
heroics and abilities for the hear of it possibility
to be considered as sin. The he sits at the table or
on the floor, lying or writing in dreams, the past
stories that never occurred and never occurs, put as
burden on his shoulders. A good storyteller, isn't he?
You are not double dealer, he is. Violent and the one
who makes war between people. You yourself are coward,
but you call him coward. It is good that you consider
your reputation. This is another deceit. You attribute
bravery and self-sacrifice to him. You know this
adjective is equal to foolishness.
He is the one. You are not. You take him where you
want. You pass him in gangs to kill in cold blood. You
like him this way and you say he has done. In
necessity, even otherwise, you write big books in one
thousand and two thousands and more pages. You put
whatever you want on his shoulder. He is your real
self; you are caricature at most. You use past tense
and past perfect to avoid being caught red handed. You
have considered it: If you say, "He does."
One might ask. How do you know? What do you do for him
as a reasonable cause? What do you do for other "He"s?
You see that it is impossible to deal with it. But,
when you use past tense, everything is dead. And you
can say whatever you whish. Because, there is nobody
to try you. Besides, when you are asked, you can tell
that there is a written confess of late
"He", and you have seen it. If somebody
wants to see it, you will claim that his people
destroyed it. All these will make a story and you can
call "him" guilty, for that.
But, he is free now. I cross my fingers I swear that
he is "me". The very self of me. I have
decided, he will read you a story, my cowardice is
equal to his brevity. Today, I gain the price of my
deceit and pass it as a privilege.
From today on, I have decided not to say: He was
Hassan, Taqi said, an official life, a merchant
bankrupt. All these people are still living.
I am tired of introducing a third person singular as
the cause of failures. Third person singular has
helped me a lot. And saved me. I have done many things
in secrecy and he has compensated. I oppressed
everyone as I could, and everyone has oppressed me as
he could, and I have accepted.
But, third person singular, the distinguished He, who
has an immortal life and his endless abilities in
everything burdens our sins. No sir, I could continue.
Fifty years has passed and he was the sole rider.
Fifty years has gone away. He should disappear. I want
to carry out my own burden my cross at the poet says.
I don't need a savoir. We have destroyed the world.
The destruction is due to the third person singular.
It seems that he invades all the time, puts fire in
everything and watches us in an unknown corner and
mocks us. I do not participate in this destruction.
Yes sir. You claim you are responsible for building
the world. But, why is it so ugly? Isn't it for such
an ugliness that you attribute everything to him? I
will not contribute to this building, either.
Otherwise we accept that everything is our own
responsibility, and "He", the most common
character of theses periods, is not guilty.
I claim here, in a loud voice. I apologize for all
torture, cruelty, cowardice and most of all his
foolishness. I you have accompany him, please relate
my apology to him. I think he is the very person, like
very free men, free for choosing his own desired life.
I have freed him. What about you?
|Research: Short Stories