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Post by asiaticdarkperson on Mar 1, 2012 10:10:38 GMT -5
So here's another tale for you. It's the story of one of my enemies. But first I have to share some background with you so you'll understand why I have enemies.
About 200 years ago my ancestor on my Persian side was a 'lord' in the medieval british sense. He was a wealthy and educated man from a noble family from Isfahan. He was descended from a man named Zaman; a painter from Shah Abbas's court (circa 1600AD.) Zaman was a contemporary of Sheikh Bahaii, and it seems he was such a talented painter that the king sent him to Rome to study the arts when he was 19.
Anyway, my ancestor the lord whose name was Mukhtar, basically owned an entire village and its surrounding agricultural lands. The village people were his peasants who worked on his land; they grew crops and raised cows, sheep and goats. Mukhtar had seven wives and he was a very wealthy man. He treated his peasant workers well and their needs were always taken care of. They were happy to work for him.
Fast forward to the Islamic revolution of 1979; most of the "lords" (arbab in Farsi) fled Iran because Khomeini had somehow abolished serfdom. The rich arbabs/noblemen were villainized, and when they left the peasants took over their lands and appropriated them as their own.
So, very late 20th century, Mukhtar's grandson, my grandfather decided to appeal to the justice system and get his ancestral lands back legally. After 8 years in and out of court he finally managed to get most of the squatters kicked out. These were the children of the original peasants who had taken control of the lands after the revolution; they believed the lands were theirs by right because they had inherited them from their fathers. The law however made it clear to them that they should never set foot in the lands again, and if they did they would face prison time.
Here is where I enter the picture. I was 23 years old, I had left my life behind in the american southwest a year before to follow something very vague.. I'd spent four months wandering the desert and the next 6 months homeless in the city. At the time I really felt like I could take on the entire world single-handed. And so I discovered my 90 year old grandpa fighting to stand his ground opposed to a village of 4000 strong.
I learned that they had tried to poison him, they had beat him up, they had stolen from him, and they'd basically done everything in their power to fuck with him and get him to leave; when they realized he wouldn't leave, they resorted to killing him. I thought the gods had really smiled upon me. My grandpa was also extremely pleased because no one else in the entire family that owned the lands was available or capable of helping him. He moved back to the city a year after I came, after another attempt was made on his life.
So, I've been in constant battle for the past four years. I've made allies but my enemies still greatly outnumber them.
This is the story of a woman who together with her family all hate me just for being. Although they cultivate my land, and they are technically my peasants by law, they do not pay me anything neither do they ever help me with anything; they stand to gain much if I leave and they have made it their business to get me to leave. After all I'm sure they never expected the pretty boy from the city would be much of a challenge for them and now after 4 years 'defeating' me has become a matter of pride and honor for them, and for everyone else in the village.
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Post by asiaticdarkperson on Mar 1, 2012 11:49:12 GMT -5
Roghia is a 30 year old woman. She has a 5 year old daughter, Fatima. Roghia and her daughter live with her brother Alidad and his family, together with their mother.
They own two cows and a bunch of sheep. They also cultivate some old orchard lands; they have a lot of alfalfa that they feed to their cows, some walnut trees and a thousand or so peach trees. Alidad owns a tractor and a truck too.
Roghia's family are quite uneducated and they are considered very low class by the other villagers.
A few years ago, Roghia's mother and her sister in-law devised a plan to smite one of their enemies; Masht Mammad, a rich and highly respected old man, whose 6 sons and their families all support him and hold him up. Masht mammad allegedly made $200,000 from selling his peaches and walnuts last year.
So, the plan was for Roghia to seduce Masht Mammad's youngest son, Mehdi, and get him to agree to meet her in a secluded place later in the evening. Then Roghia's mother and sister in-law would show up while Mehdi was inside Roghia, and they would go to Mehdi's father and the authorities and get the couple married legally, so both families can keep their honor. The law in Iran states that "he who pops her cherry, must support her for life." (fyi, karlsie) -- They thought their scenario was perfect and impeccable.
The day finally arrived and Roghia went to Mehdi's house in the afternoon heat when everyone was asleep. They went into the barn and she let him touch her a little bit until he was really aroused, then she told him that if he wanted to go all the way they had to do it out in the orchards and after dark so no one would walk in on them. Mehdi of course agreed that it was a rational decision. So they decided to meet in the woods at sunset. (the oldest orchards are like dark old-growth forests)
At sunset Mehdi came to the meeting on his bike (motorcycle) and told Roghia that his cousin's family were out of town so their house was empty and they could go there. Before she could argue he told her to get on the bike and they drove away.
Apparently, a couple hours earlier Mehdi had told his friends about "the slut" who "wanted it real bad" and one of them, Mehdi's cousin told him to bring her to his house. Another four guys were also there waiting. So Mehdi and Roghia arrived and Roghia was too turned-on to care about the plan anymore, as she had never had sex before. She just wanted to get fucked, which she did. When they were done, Mehdi got up and walked out of the room. It seems Roghia was still looking for her panties when the other guys stepped into the room. They gang-raped her one at a time. Then they kicked her out.
Roghia's mom and sister in-law's plan had backfired terribly, even though Mehdi had had no idea what was going on. But when a month later Roghia was pregnant, her family went to the police and implicated Mehdi. Mehdi of course in turn implicated his friends, but Roghia swore that Mehdi had raped her alone and that no one else was involved. Mehdi's friends also swore that they had nothing to do with the rape. So, Roghia's family easily got Mehdi convicted for having "popped Roghia's cherry" and he was forced to marry her. The Mahr was set as Mehdi's right arm and left leg.
I already explained what Mahr is in Ahmad's story, it is also explained by Wikipedia. In cases of rape the Mahr is pre-defined by law; the man's arm and leg. This means that if Mehdi ever wants to divorce Roghia, or if Roghia demands it, Mehdi will have to offer his right arm and left leg to her; they will be cut off.
As it happened, a few months after the marriage, Mehdi killed a man out in the desert and stole 500 sheep one night. He dumped the man's body in a well and sold a few sheep to each of the butchers in the area.
But it just so happened that he sold one particular lamb to a shop in the city one morning, and just as he left, the sheep's old owner who had sold it to the murdered man less than a week ago entered the store. He immediately spotted the lamb and asked the butcher where he had gotten it, and explained to him that he had just sold that lamb to a man who was now missing. So, the police got a hold of Mehdi who confessed after they beat him up a little in the police station. The cops found the body and Mehdi was sentenced to death.
But since his life was already a woman's Mahr, the state could not legally execute him. So instead he got a life sentence. Roghia vists him in prison for conjugals as often as they let her.
In public Roghia and her family all pretend that Fatima is Roghia's sister's daughter, and very few people in the village know that she is actually Roghia's. But everyone in town knows about "the plan" to seduce and entrap Mehdi, and no one in town has any respect for Roghia or her family.
Roghia isn't beautiful at all. She's actually quite ugly. She's a little fat and her teeth look like a corpse's. She's illiterate too, just as her brother Alidad.
And Masht Mammad got really rich really fast after the stolen sheep incident. He started buying land and orchards and now he is one of the biggest peach producers in the area.
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Post by asiaticdarkperson on Mar 1, 2012 12:19:05 GMT -5
Roghia and Mehdi's story happened a year before I started living there.
Just a few days after I got there, I met a 19 year old Parisa, whose mother had the exact same plan in mind for me..
Parisa's grandfather was one of the peasants who got kicked out of his land by my grandpa. In response, he had invited my grandpa to dinner one night and fed him rat poison..
Why did you guys delete Parisa's thread??
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Post by The Late Mitchell Warren on Mar 1, 2012 15:39:18 GMT -5
I think they moved it to the archives. I'll let you have contributor access so you can see the original thread.
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Post by karlsie on Mar 4, 2012 19:12:01 GMT -5
What a complicated story! Part of the complications have to do with the attitudes concerning land. Even if your title is two hundred years old, the problem is an entire generation grew up on the land, with every thought and conviction that it is their own. Once a people grow up believing the land they live on is their own, you'll have a very hard time convincing them otherwise. The land becomes as closely connected to family as the mother's womb. How to resolve the differences? I have no idea. I believe the Native Americans had the best idea; that land was communal and it's what you do with it that matters, not who owns it.
Part of it has to do with your laws concerning relationships. It leaves things wide open for manipulation and exploitation, as your story illustrates. The only viable relationship is a consensual one, in which the couple are both in agreement that they wish to make the partnership last. No matter how many laws are in place to protect the jilted, the fact remains that mutual attraction often strays, you can't protect hearts from getting broken and you can't force love into a marriage.
What's left? Only honesty about your (plural) sexuality. I propose that a woman who will use her sex only to gain social advantage or economic success, has never been truly sexually satisfied. I propose that a society that finds discussions of sexuality taboo is going to discover a lot of sexual inhibitions and frustrations. I believe the sexual drive is completely natural, rarely has much to do with love, but rather sexual attraction, and that it's up to the individual to decide how much she or he wants to explore it. Idealism is great, but reality sucks. Reality tells us that your first sexual attraction is not necessarily going to be your true love forever. It tells us that entrapment into unwanted marriages is marriage from hell. It also, apparently, tells us that when you remove sexual attraction as part of the norm for relationships, you're left with a lot of cold fish in the bedroom.
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Post by asiaticdarkperson on Mar 4, 2012 19:42:31 GMT -5
Just so you don't get the wrong impression. I'm still single today. Although the truth is that these village people have basically done every awful act you can imagine to get me to leave, my life is quite comfortable anyway. Just last year they did things to my dog that makes me cry when I think about it.. I've seen the worst that humanity has to offer these past four years. And I don't want to brag, cause that always results in bad luck, but I've given these village people hell these past four years. I'm one man alone.. and I don't know if it's arrogance or what but I think it's an unfair match. These village idiots don't stand a chance. It really is a matter of life and death, and they will kill me the first chance they get. All they need is one little mistake on my part, and they'll do the rest. At this point they provoke me every once in a while and they wait the periods in between.. I had three of them thrown in jail last fall; three young men. The villagers would really love to see me thrown in jail I'm sure.. And the thing is, I've survived just fine up to now, but there's no assurance that I will tomorrow. It's really that serious out there. And I've been in the city too long I think, I've gotten soft..
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Post by asiaticdarkperson on Mar 5, 2012 13:51:24 GMT -5
As I described before, the boys there have absolutely no female contact except with their family. And even then, they never see their own mothers and sisters without hijab.
The circumstances are simply such as to make it impossible for a boy and girl to ever be left alone together. Girls are never allowed to go out alone and at home they are always watched closely and protected.
In the past 5-10 years with the spread of cellphones and computers, there's plenty of porn going around in the hands of boys and young men.
The effect of porn becoming so widespread has been dreadful. Young single men very commonly trick younger (preferably pre-teen) boys to go with them to secluded places where they are molested. This is so common that it's basically the norm.
Sometimes groups of young men take a little boy out to the desert and they play with him one after another while they drink and play cards.
It's become so common that most parents who know what's going on, will not allow their sons to play out of the house unsupervised, because the older boys are always on the prowl.
Their latest hunting strategy is simply.. there are no words. What they do is they ask certain young boys to bring other young boys to an isolated place, because their victims will trust kids their own age as opposed to older boys. So what happens is one kid takes another kid out to the desert on his bike, where an older kid is ready to basically rape his victim.. they usually pay the kid who brings the other children..
When families move to this village from the surrounding areas, from smaller villages, there is basically a welcome ritual for the new kids in town.. And I really don't want to get into any more detail.. suffice to say, every little boy who moves to this village is gang-raped by basically every older boy who is interested.
All this for what.. so a bunch of girls can keep their virginity.
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Post by asiaticdarkperson on Mar 5, 2012 14:39:01 GMT -5
I've been around the world.. And I don't believe any other place on earth is even comparable to this village in terms of being fucked up..
These people aren't even poor really.. but there's something seriously wrong with them IMO
After basically torturing my dog for months, they finished it all off by pouring gasoline on him and lighting him up. I got there right on time to watch him die..
later I found out that a few parents had encouraged their kids to do this and they'd supplied the gasoline too.
When the poor guy was alive, one time I noticed his mouth was bleeding so I examined him and found a really fat disgusting leech in his mouth. Now, I'd had this dog for 2 years and he'd never gotten a leech in his mouth before.. I just assumed he was getting old and sloppy
I grabbed the leech with my bare hands and pulled it out with a small stick. My dog was almost dead when I did this, but he started getting better immediately..
A week later I again noticed that he was depressed and wasn't acting normal so I checked his mouth and this time there were 2 leeches, one on each side of his gums. Again I got them out, killed them and fed them to him.
A few days after this I saw this old man named Allahverdi picking leeches out of the pond and throwing them in a bowl of milk to feed to my dog.. His son had tipped me off to what his dad was doing.
Chubby (my dog) lost like 20 pounds during this period; he never got fat and big like he used to be again.
After I buried him they dug him up and placed him in front of my door 3 times.
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Post by asiaticdarkperson on Mar 5, 2012 14:52:54 GMT -5
I'd say this village is just about as close to matriarchal as there is anywhere in the 21st century.
All the married young men I know have Mahr's exceeding half a million dollars to pay to their wives if their wives demand it for any reason.
This means that if women so much as get pissed at their man, they can throw him in jail; if you can't pay Mahr you go to jail until you pay or your wife consents to your release.
I know another guy there named Hasan. Hasan is Ahmad's cousin. He's an orphan who grew up together with his brother and sister. Hasan studied archeology at the university of shahre-kord and got his degree too. He met his wife at the university. She was from another part of Iran.
Poor Hasan is afraid of smelling like cigarettes when he goes home cause his wife would kick his ass. Hasan says he only dreams of sleeping with other women but that he doesn't even dare to go to a prostitute because if his wife even feels that something isn't right, she'll demand her Mahr which happens to be over a million dollars in hasan's case.
Hasan barely has 10 dollars to his name. So all he can do is obey his wife's every whim.
This is the basic pattern in the village. The men are all nothing; they are poor slaves constantly trying to escape by drinking or smoking opium.. The women are the slave-masters!
The men are basically at the women's service full-time, exactly like slaves; they are responsible for supporting the women and all they get in return is just sex. I think because the men can't have sex with any other women, they are essentially under one woman's spell.
You don't wanna know what happens if Hasan goes home 5 minutes late or if he doesn't pick up his cell when his wife calls. His wife has to know where he is at all times. And this is the norm in the area. The men all envy single people for their freedom; most men say they were tricked into marriage. They say they were just horny young men and one day their fathers told them to get dressed to go "khastegari."
This is when the boy and his family go over to the girl's house to ask for her hand. It is a formality as the arrangements are all made beforehand these days.
So anyway, the men (all of them) say that they went to a girl's house and they got to look at the girl up close and they were told that this girl is theirs. This is obviously very tempting.. to tell sex-starved young men that they can have a girl.
They all say they thought it was a good deal then. Now, every single married man in the village says that they believe marriage is essentially a trap; trickery to get men chained.
And the women know exactly how to manipulate their men. They are in charge, and there's no doubt about it.
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Post by asiaticdarkperson on Mar 5, 2012 15:22:51 GMT -5
And I believe the women are greatly enjoying sitting at home watching tv all day while their husbands do all the work.
And this is truly how it is these days.
In the old days, women would get up before dawn to make breakfast and pack a lunch for their husbands. The men would wake up at dawn, eat breakfast, take their lunch and go out to work in the fields till sunset. The women had to cook with wood burning stoves. They had to do laundry by hand.
There was no technology in this village just a generation ago. So I'd say back then, it was truly a partnership where both partners worked hard.
Today, women demand that their husbands get them washing machines, dishwashers, microwaves, vacuum cleaners, etc. etc. because it's on TV and their neighbour has them. So, there really isn't a lot of real work to be done around the house like there used to be.
And women these days very rarely accompany their husbands to help out in the orchards. It is considered extremely demeaning to womanhood, and women who do help their husbands in the fields are mocked and laughed at by other women.
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Post by asiaticdarkperson on Mar 5, 2012 17:12:04 GMT -5
The laws in Iran are very unfair to men IMO. These days in Tehran the average mahr to expect is the girl's year of birth times gold coins. So if the girl was born in 1366 (iranian year) the minimum mahr that her family will settle for is (1366x800=) 1 million USD. And this is practically the minimum; below this would be an insult.
I've heard mahrs set at over 100 million dollars.. And a year later the girl claims that her husband has been unfaithful and she wants a divorce.. the husband has to sell everything he has to pay her off. She will however be set for life. This is what many women do in Tehran these days.
This is why young men very rarely get married anymore.
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Post by The Late Mitchell Warren on Mar 6, 2012 19:18:52 GMT -5
Wow, that is nuts. It's no wonder prostitution is still so popular.
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