Story By: Laleh Chini
Bushehr is an important port of the Persian Gulf. It has beautiful sandy beaches that attracted tourists back in the day who would come to see beautiful views of the Persian Gulf.
Fridays are the “weekend” in Iran. We had family gatherings and picnics every single Friday.
One Friday we went to the beach. As we spread the picnic set, a family came near us and settled there.
They had three sons close to our age so all the adults and kids quickly became friends.
They were from the capital of Iran and had recently moved to Bushehr because of their second son’s health condition. The mother said that their second son had severe Asthma, and doctors had suggested that living near the sea would help calm it. Both parents were teachers, they had started teaching in Bushehr and everything was going very well for them. Their son hadn’t had any asthma attacks since their move.
Us kids went closer to the water to dig some holes. We watched them get filled with water as each wave came in. Then we all went for a swim. We stayed very close to the shore as we were kids and our parents watched us every second.
The weather was good and the beach was very crowded. We were starving after swimming for a while so we came out of the water to eat. After a few seconds, we heard a very loud scream from the mother of the three boys.
The second son with asthma wasn’t back with us. We really didn’t notice. Our parents rushed to the water to find him. The crowded beach got very quiet and every other parent came to help to find the boy.
All the men walked straight to the water with clothes on to see if they can find the boy, and all the women were praying and biting their fingers looking into the sea.
Unfortunately, they found the boy’s body. They laid him on the sand and tried so hard to bring him back but it was the end of his journey.
That was the first dead body I saw in my life. Sadly, it was that of a preschool boy. A new-made friend the same age as me.