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Ekim 2024'de yazmaya başladığım hikayelerimi ve yaptığım resimlerden bazılarını burada topladım. - - - I have gathered here the stories I started writing in October 2024, as well as some of my paintings. - - - J'ai rassemblé ici les histoires que j'ai commencées à écrire en octobre 2024, ainsi que quelques-unes de mes peintures.

Thursday, December 12, 2024

09- A Journey of Life

As Yaşar Kemal's famous words say, "Those beautiful people mounted their beautiful horses and rode away." One by one, the kindest and most gentle-hearted people in the world left us, leaving us abandoned here.

One of these beautiful, extraordinary people was Mr. Hüseyin. Born in 1935 into a poor family in Rasht, a city near the Caspian Sea in Iran, he began his apprenticeship as a tailor at a young age. His mentor was an Azeri tailor, which not only honed his tailoring skills but also allowed him to learn Azeri.

In 1962, he married Mrs. Mükerrem in Rasht. She insisted on being called "Muki Hanım." Perhaps it was because she wasn't considered a stunning beauty or because, at 29, she was deemed to have missed her marital window by societal standards of the time, that she chose to marry the humble tailor. Unlike many women of her age, she quickly obtained her driver’s license, bought a car, and became an indispensable partner to her non-driving husband, supporting his artistic soul with her financial acumen.

After moving to Tehran, Mr. Hüseyin expanded his business, hired employees, and soon became one of Tehran's most respected tailors. He opened a three-story workshop and created clothing for the wives of the political elite surrounding Shah Pahlavi. Despite his success, he remained humble and kind throughout his life.

However, the Iranian Islamic Revolution changed everything for them. What began in 1979 as a liberation movement turned into a regime of moral policing in the 1980s. These enforcers frequently raided Mr. Hüseyin's shop, degrading and falsely accusing him because he tailored women’s clothing. These pressures extinguished the light of life within a man who had never harmed anyone and was a paragon of goodness. Eventually, he was forced to leave his homeland.

In the early years of the revolution, he sent his son and daughter to Sweden for their education. Later, his daughter married and moved to America, and finally, Mr. Hüseyin, along with his wife, had to migrate to Virginia, near their daughter. Yet, the wounds of the last twelve years in Iran remained an indelible scar in his heart, and he even requested that his remains not be returned to Iran.

When they moved to America in 1992, Mr. Hüseyin was 57, and Muki Hanım was 59. They fed birds on the balcony of their small apartment in Fairfax, Virginia. Muki Hanım, who had bought a modest car after moving to America, handled the shopping. Meanwhile, Mr. Hüseyin turned one room of their two-room apartment into a sewing studio, where he sewed evening gowns for the local Iranian community. In the mornings, he worked a few hours at an Afghan tailor's shop, making minor adjustments to garments. Life had taken them to the heights of success, only to confine them to this humble apartment.

He wasn’t just a tailor; he was a creative designer and a master of his craft. When his son was about to marry, he made his future daughter-in-law's wedding dress based only on her measurements and a photograph of the design. When he arrived in Stockholm a few days before the wedding, the gown fit her perfectly. Yet, he modestly attributed this success to the young woman’s perfect physique rather than his extraordinary skill.

Later, he sewed coats, jackets, and dresses for his daughter-in-law, presenting them as though they were insignificant gifts, even feeling shy when thanked. The fact that his daughter-in-law was Turkish brought him special joy. He loved her as his own daughter and relished speaking in Azeri Turkish, which he had learned during his apprenticeship, with her. He felt embarrassed about not knowing the exact Turkish equivalents of some words, but his warm smile never faded.

They lived in Virginia for 20 years. Without retirement savings, Mr. Hüseyin worked until the age of 77, never once complaining. Each morning, he would hold the medallion of Imam Ali around his neck, offer a prayer, and then sew throughout the day. Despite his piety, he was never dogmatic. When his grandson wanted to pierce both his ears, Mr. Hüseyin took him to an Armenian jeweler and bought him his first earrings.

In their final years, life scattered this couple to opposite ends of the world. Mr. Hüseyin fell ill and despite the disagreements he had with his son-in-law, spent his last years in Beverly Hills with his daughter and son-in-law. Meanwhile, Muki Hanım returned to Tehran. Their son and grandson remained in Europe. It seemed to be the fate of good people from that country to be scattered like grains of rice and die separated. 

In September 2020, Mr. Hüseyin passed away in Los Angeles at the age of 85. In October 2024, Muki Hanım passed away in Tehran at the age of 90.

When Mr. Hüseyin was laid to rest, he left behind not just his magnificent garments but also his love, which he gave without expecting anything in return, his ever-present smile, and his philosophy of always responding to both good and evil with kindness.

I remember them both with tears in my eyes and a deep longing. Reflecting on the beauty of the Iranian people and the tragic destiny of this ancient neighboring country moves me deeply.

 

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