Parvin and Love – 1

Those days the only thing I didn't think of was marriage. I didn't know at all what love was. I really didn’t know. I am honest. Oh, no, it isn't so. There is something I have to confess. I had known love at the age of seven or eight, that is, I thought that I had known it. The feeling I had developed during those days of childhood was undoubtedly a kind of love. A pure and clean love. Now that I am 27, the only thing I know about love and lovemaking is the feeling I had developed at the age of seven or eight. And now after the passage of several years, I have pinned my hopes on that love. Throughout my life I believed and still believe that the love of the age of seven is the purest love on the earth. This was why I didn't want to lose the feelings I had developed about love at the age of seven, eight by getting married. I knew that love was something necessary and indispensable in man’s life and without which life was meaningless and vain. Man needs love throughout his life, particularly the poets, they must be in love to be able to remain a poet. Without any doubt Moulavi was in love. Sa’di and Hafiz too had been in love. They were enchanted lovers and their verses aren'thing but the story of their love and separation. I knew that love was the most beautiful gift of God to the earthly man.

One day a very close friend of mine asked me: “what is love and happiness in your opinion? As a poetess, how do you interpret love?”

Straightforward I said: “The only period of man’s happiness is childhood.”

Smiling, she asked: “Why? Why do you think so? The childhood of all human beings may not be accompanied with felicity and happiness!”

I said: “It is impossible. Even the miseries of childhood will later remain in man’s memory in the form of happiness. Everything, even love, is clean, pure, intact, and untouched in the childhood.”

Translated by: Sadroddin Musawi