A story by Laleh Chini:
First published: March.01.2018
The roads were not all completely asphalt in Iran back when I was a little girl, the road between Shiraz and Bushehr was partially muddy.
Once when we were traveling to Bushehr from Shiraz, we got stuck in the middle of a flooded muddy road. Water got into the car all the way up to the windows.
My sister and I were standing on the back seat so we wouldn’t drown. My mother was so scared and my father was thinking of a way out. We needed help but there was no car passing by. After some time, we finally saw a big green truck coming.
My father pulled his body out of his window and screamed for help.
The truck driver looked like a decent man and told my father: “Don’t worry, I will pull your car out. Hand your kids to me through the window; you don’t want them to be drowned.”
My mother whispered: “Just ask him to pull us, don’t hand him the kids.”
My father responded: “I can’t risk their lives. They are wet and scared.”
When my father handed us to the truck driver from the car windows, we were crying and frightened.
The truck driver parked his truck in front of our car and jumped into the water. The water was up to his chest as he tightened a very thick rope through the windshield attached to his truck and pulled our car out of that dangerous situation.
We were all happy and thankful. My parents jumped out of the car to thank him and take us back from his truck.
The truck driver looked at my father and said: “How much do you want to pay me?”
My father reached into his pocket and gave him all the money he had.
The truck driver said with anger: “I saved your kids’ lives. This is how little you repay me?”
My father got scared and said: “I swear that is all the money we have with us. Please give me my kids. You did a very humanitarian thing today I am sure God will pay you back.”
He shouted at my father and looked at my mother and said: “Give me all your jewelry.”
My mother was crying as she took off all her bangles, her necklace, rings, and earrings and handed them to him while shaking and begging: “Give me my kids. Please!”
My father was as pale as white chalk. We were all wet, cold and terrified.
The truck driver opened his door, looked at my father and said: “You can take your daughters but give their earrings, bangles, and necklaces before you do.”
My Dad grabbed us and put us in the car and said: “Thank God my kids are safe. We were rescued by a very kind man who turned out to be the devil.”
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